Trois
I have to say, I have really enjoyed this first month and getting to have a good look around the castle. I have found myself lost on more than one occasion, but some of the ghosts have been polite enough to help and to point me back in the right direction when I've needed it. I suppose when you're dead you have plenty of time to memorise the various layouts and routes around the place.
Mostly, though, I've been trying to find my way back to a particular place, and failing. It was way back at the start of the month when I found a room that was really interesting. I think it must have been several floors up, because I remember looking out of the window and it certainly wasn't within a floor or two of the ground outside. It appeared to be snowing, though, and I remember thinking that it was strange because I had just come in from outside where the sun had been shining. It looked a bit like when I am at home in Quebec and the winter had started. And just as I had thought that, a big squashy chair appeared, and the fireplace was lit. There was a big tray of snow, and I was able to pull out one of my maple syrup sweets from my bag, heat it, and use it to make snow taffy. I spent a good two or three hours in there, because it looked so much like one of the log cabins my grandmother has out in the woods. It was so comfortable that I was able to read some books that were in there too - including some books in French - curled up under a big cosy blanket. I've never been able to find that room since, though.
Mostly, though, I've been trying to find my way back to a particular place, and failing. It was way back at the start of the month when I found a room that was really interesting. I think it must have been several floors up, because I remember looking out of the window and it certainly wasn't within a floor or two of the ground outside. It appeared to be snowing, though, and I remember thinking that it was strange because I had just come in from outside where the sun had been shining. It looked a bit like when I am at home in Quebec and the winter had started. And just as I had thought that, a big squashy chair appeared, and the fireplace was lit. There was a big tray of snow, and I was able to pull out one of my maple syrup sweets from my bag, heat it, and use it to make snow taffy. I spent a good two or three hours in there, because it looked so much like one of the log cabins my grandmother has out in the woods. It was so comfortable that I was able to read some books that were in there too - including some books in French - curled up under a big cosy blanket. I've never been able to find that room since, though.