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She breathed deep, taking in the scent of dust. “Take a good look around, this was the little girl’s room.” A short man motioned for her to take a closer look at everything. She gazed around the room. The wall paper had water stains and was peeling now. Back when they were new, they would have been printed with black roses, there stems extending into vines. Each with many thorns. The floor was wooden, probably once polished to the point of shinning, with a beautiful Persian area rug. Now the rug was fraying, stain with years and a mixture of dust and water. Her attention moved to the bed. It was an iron four post bed. It’s headboard with a similar vine design as the wall paper, just no thorns. The sheets were white complimented with a dark quilt and lacy pillows. In the middle sat a beautiful porcelain doll.
Her dress black, with what was once pure white lace but now was an off white. Her hair was long and a white blonde, her eyes dark green. Now covered in dust and with a few cracks in her head, still beautiful. The woman could only imagine what the doll looked like when the little girl was alive. The floor was littered with books, books that looked much too hard for the little girl. Against the walls were a dresser and an armoire, both made out of similar wood as the floor. The dresser had many trinkets strewn across it but two caught her attention.
One was a gold and red music box. It glimmered in the pale light, filtering through the dirty window. The other was a Japanese fan. “”Who was this little girl?” She asked. “Oh dear, I can’t quite remember her name….” Just then the wind blew, making the wind chimes outside jingle. “Tiger Lilly….” A voice whispered.
“Some-Something tells me it was Tiger Lilly.” She said. “Hm…Yes I think that’s it actually.” The man stroked his chin puzzled at how she knew that. “Tell me, what happened to the little girl.” The man sighed. “I believe she died of some illness. She lived back in the Victorian era you must understand, she could have died of a simple cold for all we know.” The woman nodded. Getting a slight chill, she pulled her jacket tighter around herself. “Oh by the way, I trust you’ll be staying here the night?” She nodded shivering a bit. “Good. As for heat you may need to use that fireplace.” He pointed to a gorgeous fire place in the corner of the room. “And for lighting candles or a flash light. If you do decide to move in though, we will make sure electricity and other er…necessities are added on.”  She nodded again. “Oh! Before you settle in I have one last thing to show you.” The man opened up a door near the armoire. It led into a library. The woman let out a gasp. “She loved to read.”  He explained as they walked in.