She looked down at Matt, a horrified look swept across her face, and she ran back into the house, wiping her eyes furtively. He heard the door to the terrace bang shut, and sighed. It was just like him to mess things up. What had the girl been crying about? She was so beautiful…she didn’t look the type to have problems.
Matt finally reached the door, and banged the brass knocker against the door a few times. A moment later, a young girl with full lips and white-blonde hair came to the door. She seemed no older than nine, but she looked almost exactly like the girl on the terrace. It couldn’t have been the same girl, the girl upstairs was much older. But the likeness was remarkable.
The girl smiled weakly, exposing perfect, white teeth. She was wearing a thin white dress, and she had no shoes on. She looked ghostly She stepped back, and allowed Matt to walk into the foyer, dragging his suitcase behind him.
“I’m Flora. Your room is this way, Matthew.” said the girl. Her voice was soft and breathy.