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some reason. Originally she had planned on knocking at the mahogany wood, but saw two golden rings dangling from each of the two joining doors. Shiny and big, gleaming in the horrendous weather, Laura lifted one, flinching at how cold it was, and hammered it repeatedly. Boom, boom, boom. That told her the wood was weighty, but that the ruckus had echoed through.
     
    She waited patiently; removing stray hairs from her face every few seconds like a bad twitch. Laura was having serious reservations about entering. Then a ray of hope broke through these dismal fears, and she turned. Ready to run to her dad, make amends, and go home; but as she did, a vacant space lay where the car had been; Laura saw a red flash far in the distance through acres of green. Regret was flung around her stomach like clothing in a tumble drier; it made her feel sick as her chest tightened.
    “Hello miss,” the voice startled Laura as she swung to face an old man grinning, with suspicious looking eyes, nauseous from all the spinning.
     
    “Hi,” she replied. Other than that all other words had escaped her. Laura was thoughtless and speechless at the sheer shock of being caught unaware by a strange individual. All vocabulary had fled.
    “Come in my dear,” the man shuffled backwards and gracefully lifted an arm to signal her entrance. He wore an expensive grey suit, complete with shiny cuff links. On top his hair was thinning, and skin was wrinkled, but his teeth gleamed whiteness, boasting a perfect smile.
    She reluctantly inched forward into the foyer. In front of Laura was an enormous hall, reminiscent of a school gym, although a gym was far more basic. These ceilings were raised with wooden beams; each had been carved exquisitely, with four chandeliers dangling from them, stretching down the long, wide hall. Walls were draped in fine art with ceramic statues plotted around like guests at an art gallery, admiring the exquisite paintings. The well furnished walls had at least a dozen doors embedded along either side.
    Each door was framed by an arch, a balcony above it. Wow! Laura's eye caroused every inch of the foyer, mouth hanging agape in amazement. A mezzanine walkway connected the balconies above the arches. People must use those walkways to travel from one side of the castle to the other. Another gem she had missed during the initial shock of such marvellous surroundings, were the stairs at the end of the hall. A golden bannister, and stairs carpeted in a blood red. Already Laura was fumbling for words for the second time tonight, at how to explain the masterpiece.
     
    “Unfortunately I don't have time to show you the entire castle, as you can imagine that would take a few hours. But I will show you the rooms that will be needed most to you. Up those stairs is Toby's room, he's on the third floor and it's the first room on the right. Although you will probably hear the sound of dreadful video games.” He tutted. “Each of these doors down either side of us are the living rooms, such as dining rooms, kitchen, library, gym, home cinema, my office and such. Although I have another office in different wing of the castle which I tend to use more often.” His arms were flailing as he gave directions, like someone lost on an island yelling to a helicopter hovering overhead. “Would you like a drink or something to eat? Oh where are my manners, I am Doctor Lee Anderson,” he spoke with such enthusiasm, and every word was well rounded, he had what Laura imagined would be a very desirable radio voice.
    “Laura Bass, and yes I am a little hungry,” she politely smiled.
    “Then follow me,” his eyes widened as he instructed her, displaying his perfectly aligned set of stainless teeth.
     
    Laura's shoes clunked on the wooden floor of the foyer as she was escorted into a lavish kitchen, hit with wafts of many sorts that made her nostrils hum with an array of sweet flavours. When her eyes focused on the kitchen she was pleasantly surprised