I quickly wrapped the chest and made my way towards the porch of the house again and kicked the snow off of my shoes. I opened up the door and saw Jack and Aisha still standing at the bottom of one staircase. I made my way over to Jack and I placed the wrapped chest in his hands along with his gloves.

"Alrighty, are we ready?" I asked as I made my way towards Aisha.

"We are ready." Aisha gave a faint but uneasy smile on her face.

I put one foot forward and we made our way up to the West Wing.

As soon as we reached the top of the staircase there was a different aura to the house.

It did not contain the feeling of hatred, no, it was something worse.

The West Wing contained the feeling of sorrow and confusion.

The two feelings that I have felt on and off. But these two feelings were not the only feelings in aura, no, it contained a feeling that was close to something that I haven't experienced in a long time as I had given up on it many years ago, the feeling of limerence.

The mental state of profound romantic infatuation, deep obsession, and longing. The experience that ranges from euphoria to despair. All except, I felt nothing for wanting any sort of romantic love, the only love that I had once yearned for was parental love or any sort of assurance unconditionally.

It was a heart breaking feeling that I was experiencing, really.

But it made me wonder who could have been feeling these types of feelings.

It couldn't have been Alina, she shows herself as a child, she must have lost her life when she was a baby, so it must be my mother.

That is the only logical answer that there is because Alina can't be alive if I see her and then she disappears.

It makes me wonder what other secrets that my parents must be hiding within this hell bent house.

Just thinking about it hurts my consciousness to even try to envision, it hurts my heart to even think about it, it hurts me to try to imagine what my mother must have gone through in her marriage.

She must have been alone in her mind because of this longing feeling that I am feeling. It makes me wonder if this could be a restless emotion that was left in this house by my mother.

But it leaves me with a question, why is there only this feeling in the West Wing but nowhere else in this house?