During the time of night in the quiet and deserted mansion of the Adams, Belle stood in front of the corridor that she was intrigued with recently. The mysteries of the mansion appeared to be more than she had expected. At first, it was just her relatives who were interested in acquiring the mansion at the rumour that there was a way to become rich but she doubted that was what was in this mansion.

The housekeeper's grandson had spoken of a family who didn't stay here long but she wondered what happened before that. Before the orchard's had come to live here. Belle had tried to look for answers in the libraries and old newspapers but she couldn't find any of it.

The last time she was here, she had met the ghoul. It was as if the ghoul had sent her to save Nicholas and as Lucas said, it was hard to guess how things actually worked when it came to the past and the present. Maybe when the Lord was young, during his hour of time and year, a person had appeared to help him and that person happened to be her.

Belle continued to walk, moving towards the walls, she tried to trace the walls with both of her full palms. Moving it inch by inch.

When she finally moved to a cracked wall that had been covered in the shadows, flashes of image started to come in front of her close eyelids. She could feel the crack of the wall under her fingertips and as she traced it, she could hear and see someone crash against these walls with a lot of impact.

These walls, they had pieces of information written on them and Belle knew if she took the courage to walk past the darkness which loomed in the corridor, she would be able to find the answers she was looking for.

Answers that were buried in time for no one to know.

"AHHHH!!!"

She took her hand away quickly at the scream that she heard, not expecting to hear someone scream when it was the night for her. Taking a deep breath, Belle moved further in the corridor, her hands moving everywhere that she could reach.

She continued to walk hearing the screams ringing in her ear that made her understand that this was where the blood bath had taken years ago. She finally came to a stop when she could see things much clearer.

She could see things much more clearly now, the corridor she was in had started to turn back with lights. Torches burning on the walls which had been dark and cold and carpet on the floor as the rest of the house. Belle didn't know what happened but she saw a maid walk past her.

The maid carried a tray of food in her hand, and Belle couldn't help but follow the maid. As Belle had grown up she was not used to coming here. As much as her feet would carry her here, she had not dared to go through because of the chill that ran down her spine when she was a little girl.

But right now, Belle had grown up and she was no more, that scared little girl she used to be.

In the lit up corridor, she walked with the maid who stopped in front of a door. Knocking it with the back of her hand.

"Come in," she heard a girl's voice and Belle couldn't help but wonder in the curiosity of who this house belonged to.

The maid pushed the door open and stepped inside the room. Belle followed the maid's footsteps when she looked who was sitting at the table. The person looked just like her. Reddish-brown hair, clothes that were of different time as she wrote down something at the desk.

"Milady," the maid offered her the drink that was placed on the table.

Belle didn't know what was going on. For a moment her head felt like it was spinning and her back hit the wall. How many decades behind did she fall into?

"Did you send the letters that I asked you to send this morning?" asked the girl who looked like her. Her facial features were a little more mature than Belle. Her eyebrows pushed closer to each other with a subtle frown on her face.

"Yes, Lady Evelyn," the maid responded back to her, "I asked the gatekeeper to take it. He had them delivered right away."

"Good, you may go," said the girl named Evelyn. When the maid left, Belle didn't leave along with her. She was too shocked to move from where she stood. She noticed how Evelyn's eyes softened once the maid left and she let out a sigh that was from being tired. When the quill fell down on the ground, Belle snapped out from being dazed and she looked around the room. A room she had never stepped into.

Her breathing was shallow as she breathed and walked in the room. Looking at things and objects around her, the room was big, like the mansion owners bedroom and her head snapped to look at Evelyn who happened to grab her coat. Wearing it, she stepped out of her room.

Belle quickly followed her, crossing the familiar corridors which she had grown up and walked down the stairs to see portraits on the walls.

"I will be going out for an hour. If any guests come to visit have them sit in the drawing-room," Evelyn informed the maid. Instead of taking the carriage, the girl travelled by her feet.

Her ability was the touch of death but there were also glimpses where she could do things. Right now it seemed that the person named Evelyn couldn't see her. She had come to the past and it seemed that a person who once used to live in this very mansion looked just like her.

As they made out of the house, Belle turned to look at the house name which was written 'Knivetton'.