Chapter 3 - Poisoned Milk
The figure stepped into the pale beam of moonlight pouring through the stained glass.
It was Mrs. Gable, the elderly head housekeeper, holding a tray with two warm glasses of milk.
Her expression was entirely motionless, like a carved wooden mask.
"You shouldn't be running in the dark, dear," Mrs. Gable said smoothly.
Clara backed away, clutching Sarah’s diary tightly against her chest.
"Who are you people?" Clara stammered, scanning the shadows around the foyer.
Mr. Morrison descended the marble stairs slowly, his expression icy calm once again.
"Mrs. Gable has served the Morrison family for forty years," he said coldly.
"She looks after the estate's proper order."
Mrs. Gable offered a faint, creepy smile that did not reach her pale eyes.
"I brought warm milk for the little young masters," Mrs. Gable murmured softly.
"They always sleep so deeply after drinking it."
Clara’s instincts screamed in warning as she looked at the cloudy glass jars.
"No," Clara said loudly.
"They don't need any milk tonight."
Suddenly, a high-pitched scream echoed from the upper floor.
It was the youngest boy, Leo.
Clara turned around and sprinted back up the grand staircase.
Mr. Morrison rushed right behind her, shoving past her at the top landing.
They burst into the children's bedroom together.
Little Leo was thrashing violently on the mattress, gasping for breath.
Foam was bubbling lightly at the corners of his small lips.
"Leo!" Mr. Morrison screamed, dropping his stoic composure instantly.
He dropped to his knees beside the bed, lifting the convulsing child.
"What did you give him?!" Mr. Morrison roared, glaring up at Clara with deadly hatred.
"I didn't give him anything!" Clara cried out, rushing to check the boy's pulse.
"You were the only one in this room before I arrived!" Mr. Morrison yelled.
"You poisoned my son!"
Outside the window, a flash of lightning illuminated the courtyard three floors below.
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Through the rain-streaked glass, Clara saw a dark figure standing in the garden below.
The figure was looking straight up at the bedroom window, holding a remote control device.
