LYDIA DEETZ AND THE WITCH’S HOUSE
Capítulo 10: Blue marble statue
The puzzle of the four rooms and the sound in each of them was far from over so Lydia and her group headed towards the room of the replicas of the Mona Lisa.
Following the instructions in the note, they went to one of the paintings that seemed to be looking at them severely, despite the enigmatic smile they possessed.
“If the blue eyes see the marker," Lydia reasoned, "then the picture of the Mona Lisa with black hair will show us where the rest of the puzzle is.”
Lydia went right to the front of the painting and turned until she saw the south wall.
“There must be whatever it is that we must find.”
The kids went to the south wall and right in that place and in front of the painting of the black-haired Mona Lisa, there was a crack in the wall, and there was a piece of paper on it.
“I think it's a musical score," said Percy, and then his ears turned back.
A spectral figure was going towards the group, it was the image of the Mona Lisa, but this one exhibited a gloomy face with empty mouth and basins.
“What's that!” Percy shouted.
“Run away!” Lydia shouted and everyone surrounded the furniture in the room to put some distance between them and the spectrum.
“The door won't open!” Lydia shouted, seeing her efforts to open the locked door to no avail.
“Let's go to the painting!” shouted Viola and the group followed her.
“Percy breaks the frame!” Viola ordered, and Percy did so.
The dark specter disappeared as it melted into the prevailing darkness of the room within walking distance of the boys.
“That really scared me," Percy said, as he went over to Lydia and hugged her, "are you all right?”
Lydia nodded and the group left the room.
The group was in the main hallway when Ellen was heading towards them!
Ellen's image faded in a blink of an eye within inches of them, causing them a scare.
As they walked towards the door next to the soldier nutcracker, they saw that two of the gas lamps were on, although this did nothing to improve the poor lighting of the place.
As they walked through the door, the first thing they saw was the grand piano, it was obvious what they should do next.
Lydia carefully put the musical score on the piano and suddenly the piano began to play a melody on its own, the piano keys pressing on their own as if an invisible pianist was playing the piece of the score.
The beautiful vase with the sumptuous floral arrangement vibrated and then a key materialized in front of it.
“I know what to do with this key," Lydia said resolutely and the group went out into the main hallway. Now, the third gas lamp had been lit.
The group entered the room with the paintings and as they approached the north door, a woman's face appeared just behind the shattered painting of the Mona Lisa.
“We better hurry," Viola suggested and the group walked through the door.
“With this key I'll start the old clock," said Lydia, "Percy, help me with that chair.”
All right," said the catboy and put the chair right in front of the clock tower and Lydia got on this one. Then, using the key, the Gothic girl started the clockwork and the old clock started to sound its characteristic sound, while the pendulum was already moving rhythmically.
CLICK.
The sound of the lock of a door unlocking again was heard in the distance and the group decided to leave the room and head for the main corridor.
Amidst the beautiful lilies by the door, the ghostly face of a woman appeared. It was as white as the flowers and the hair was being covered with a veil of snow.
When they went to the north door of the main hall, they could see that the four gas lamps were already lit.
PUMB.
The life-size doll of the nutcracker fell apart when the group opened the door.
“The north door should be unlocked by now," Lydia told the others and the kids left the piano room and entered a new room.
The new room consisted of a floor of machimbre; the long boards had a strange blue color that seemed to come from the underworld and matched the navy blue walls of the enclosure.
There was no furniture except for the statue of the woman they had found in the clock room.
When Viola approached the statue she began to whisper.
“My ring.... it's not here.”
“It must be another part of the puzzle in the house," said Percy, who was looking at the statue.
On the north wall were two stained glass windows that did not show a particular pattern or drawing and were separated from each other.
When the group approached the stained glass windows, the wall in the middle of them and at the bottom suddenly collapsed. The new opening led to what appeared to be a secret room.
The small enclosure was very small. The blue tongue and groove and the navy blue walls served as a preamble to the only furniture in the place; a simple desk and behind it, a stained-glass window that did not allow any light to pass through.
On the desk was another part of the witch's burnt diary.
"I don't like being sick. Because he won't let me be outside."
"Because it makes no one love me."
There was nothing else in place and the group went out into the room of the statue of the grieving woman.
KABOOM.
Just as they were preparing to return to the piano room, a roar rang out all over the place. So strong that it even shook the whole room they were in.
“It seems that the house has been restructured again," said Lydia as she opened the south door.
Where the north wall used to be, there was now a chimney. The ashes had been scattered all over the white marble floor and almost touched the carpet on top of the piano.
“Girls," Percy said, "I can see that there are metal supports inside the chimney.”
When they approached, they saw that the catboy was right, the metal brackets were holding an iron ladder leading to the lower floor.
“It looks like we have to go down," said Viola.
There was no choice, the group went down the ladder. The darkness was so much that no one could even see the tip of his nose, fortunately the descent was short and they came out of another chimney into a new room.
They had returned to the dining room with the skull shaped bowl. Unlike the last time they were here, the previously poor lighting was now darker if that was possible and they noticed another big difference: on each of the chairs on the large table, there was now the bust of a male figure, whose white marble now had a bluish hue.
The boys went to the south gate but couldn't open it. In that one of the busts caught them against the door but then backed off.
“I don't think either of the two southern gates are open," said Lydia, "the house wants us to take the northern gate.”
“Which is the one that leads to the kitchen and the ghost that wanted to kill us," said Viola.
“My powers are gone," Percy said, "I can't fight any ghosts.”
“I don't think the house wants to see us sacrificed to the ghost in the kitchen," Lydia reassured them.
The boys, seeing that they had no choice, went to the kitchen door. As they approached some sections of the floor these began to crack suddenly.
After opening the door very carefully, they saw that the ghost was not present, however, there was a pot simmering and next to the spice rack, a door.
“I think we have to go through the door by the spice rack," said Lydia and everyone nodded.
As the door opened, the three of them saw the horror in the pantry.
The entire floor was covered with reddish giblets that apparently came from human remains. In fact, there were a lot of skeletal remains scattered all over the place and not all of them were the same size, indicating that men, women and children found their last rest in the present nightmare.
Lydia put her hands to her mouth as she felt sick and Percy went to help her.
“Despite what I may feel," Lydia said, gathering courage, "we must stay here and look for the next clue.”
“Lydia, let me handle it,” Percy offered and Lydia thanked him with a nod.
Viola, who was not affected in the same way as Lydia, stayed with Percy in the pantry and searched the remains until they found some gold-colored Oriental-style chopsticks between some ribs.
The two of them left just as one of the remains was moving quickly toward them.
“Look Lydia," said Percy, "Viola and I found these chopsticks.”
“Chopsticks," Lydia thought aloud, "we must surely use them with the pot.”
Lydia took the chopsticks and after turning off the pot so that the cooking steam wouldn't obstruct her view, she proceeded to look through the unpleasant contents with the chopsticks.
Finally she found what he was looking for: a ring for her middle finger.
“Well, now we must return the chopsticks," said Lydia, "boys, where did you find the chopsticks?”
“Percy found them in the middle of the ribs of a skeleton," answered Viola. “why do you want to return them?”
“For the note," said Lydia, as she passed the note to Viola.
"Return what you took to its proper place."
“I see," said Percy, "I'll take care of it.”
The catboy entered the pantry and then returned at the same time as a strange face looked at the group through the window behind the spice rack.
The group could not see the face well as it disappeared behind the frame of the window at the same time as the entire display case of the spice rack went through and with a loud knock blocked the door of the pantry.
“Let's get out of here.” said viola and everyone agreed.
SPLASH.
An enormous blood stain in the shape of a hand was suddenly stamped on the wall next to the door leading to the upper floor, which was then closed.
As soon as they crossed the door that connected with the dining room, they felt their hair stand on end and they got goose bumps. An evil entity was lowering the steps of the kitchen and would soon get to them.
Understanding what was happening and without exchanging glances, the boys went to the fireplace with just the right amount of time, as several chairs almost blocked the entrance through the fireplace.
Already on the upper floor, the group noticed that several of the chairs in front of the piano were down.
“Whatever it was, it almost caught us," Percy said, as he clutched his tail with his nervousness.
“At least we have the ring," said Viola.
“Now let's give it to the statue," Lydia finished.
"This... is my ring... thank you."
It was what the statue of the woman whispered in a trembling voice, and then there was the sound of another door unlocking.
"Every time the challenges that the house puts on us are more and more dangerous," Lydia thought worried. "There's no turning back now, we'll have to go ahead and solve all the puzzles... or die trying."
CONTINUARÁ...
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