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

Cathy and I had already guessed it. But hearing it was something else altogether. A gush of chill shook me. 


"attention. It's not as though she gets it anyway. When Susanna was born, you understand how it is, the household tends to centre on the new born. They demand a great deal of attention. We had pampered enough of it to Dolche when she was younger, though she was never too kind to us we made sure we did our best. Of her two parents you know Thomas paid her attention. Then Helena stunned us and gave us Susanna. Dolche was envious. She would pout when one had to leave her to tend to the child. I was her nanny and as not one stepped up to care for Susanna fully, for our duties demand for their own attention, I doubled as both their nannies. Dolche didn't like it. She would froth at the mouth when angry. My she would remind me of bloodhounds or scavengers. " 


Truths