Chapter 37: 35. HOME OR HOLMES

"And a Home became a Holmes,

Where a Ghost of memories roam,"

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The night was cold and dark. Her shaky fingers tightly clutched the knob. It was cold just like her fingertips- cold and red. Exhaling a shaky breath she tightly closed her eyes and pushed the door open.

Her heart was full of fear. Because, somewhere she believed to see her parents again. Mahara didn't knew why she was standing again in front of that old house, maybe it was because she wanted a closure or maybe she just want to help her brother.

So many memories surfed through mind, not leaving her alone for even a while. Her white visible knuckles popped out with veins as she closed her palm into fist and slowly opened her eyes. Only to be met with empty-ness, where once lived a family, happy family. Guess what, evil eyes are real. Muttering under her breath she slowly stepped inside of the house. She no longer wore the red suit. It was changed into white silk shirt with black pants.