The devil is a heartbreak away. 
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The sign clearly showed that the ashes I looked at was the former house of the Compton's. Catherine didn't utter a single word. The house was scorched and it looked like a centuries incident. Some of it's parts had been blown away. Cathy had gone to the backyard and beckoned me to come. My legs felt like jelly I was unsure how I had managed to walk. There were small tombstones in the backyard and the first that I caught sight of was lady Kerrie's. I gulped. I didn't like where it was headed but I had to know it all. I looked from one tomb to the other when my eyes rested on one. 
Edward Compton 
1876-1887
I felt my world whirl at that time. Hadn't Cathy held my hand I would have taken a toss. How could the man I had seen in the flesh have died twenty years ago. More so as a child. Was I delusional? Someone had played a trick on me and was enjoying it at my cost. How could I have fallen for a dead being?Or worse a spirit? Tears pricked my eyes. I couldn't believe it. It was too much to comprehend.

The Devil's Incarnate

The trap came on time but I hadn't recovered. Cathy made arrangements to leave the following day and the man was only to willing to oblige. We went back to Mrs Tarantino. She didn't ask questions, she could see the shock plastered on our faces. She shifted in her chair in clear discomfort. 


"I wish I had let you tell me who it was you were looking for. Lady Kerrie Compton and her family were wiped twenty years ago. " 


I had yet to regain my composure so Cathy spoke. 


"ghastly fire it was. Happened from the kitchen with it spitting fire and its cauldrons. I never understood why lady Kerrie preferred having her kitchen below the house. It was underground you see. They had no time to put it out and what's worse it happened when they were all fast asleep. It was horrid I tell you. Edward was the only child. Eleven old he was when the fire happened. Poor boy he might have grown to become lord of Compton. " 


Illusions