ash_knight17

Waking up from a nightmare several hours before dawn, Belle fetched a drink of water. 

She paused in front of her kitchen's window when she noticed a lit lantern in front of her mansion's garden. Her butler stood there, shovel in hand. This was no hour to be gardening. 

Curious, she made her way outside, but when she had gotten close enough to see a large and hollow pit next to her eternally-stoic and polite butler, she saw him pick up a rotten body. 

A DEAD BODY!

Her eyes widened fearfully when she saw her handsome butler drop the rotting body into the fresh hole. She asked in horror, "What are you doing?!" 

Surprised to see his young miss awake at this hour, he stared at her with the same expression he had been keeping up for all these years. He had made sure she was asleep before coming here.

"Gardening."

"And the body?!" she looked at him in disbelief.

"Fertilizer," he answered her before picking up the shovel that was on the ground. Belle was now certain something had possessed her butler. Who gardened dead bodies?!

She then heard him ask her, "Want to help me in planting it, Miss Adams?" he gave her a sweet smile.

Note: If you enjoy a book of comedy with light-hearted romance and a gothic background. This book is for you~

Belle Adams' Butler

Belle with the others stared at the door that Greed had closed. They had made sure to check outside to see no one which was why one couldn't help but wonder who was trying to create mischief or fear.

"It is probably one of the reapers," suggested Belle as she remembered how they could pop in and out of a place without much trouble. Obviously, the hellhounds couldn't knock the door because they didn't have the kind of hands that needed to knock.

"Is someone going to open it?" asked Barron, staring at the door like the rest of them.

"Are we?" asked Belle because if it was really the Grims then she hoped that no one would be dragged back to the land of the dead. They waited for the door to knock again and it did after a few minutes later, when they thought whatever it was had given up.

The knocks- Part 3