"We're home!" Dad yelled out once he opened the door, wiping his shoes on the mat, I did the same. Mom must be cooking chicken curry, since I can smell it from here. I have to admit, it smells delicious.

Mom went out of the kitchen, a smile on her face. "Hello! Dinner is almost ready." She greeted and kissed dad on the cheek, which caused him to grin widely. "So, how was your check up?" She suddenly asks, it surprised me.

"Oh, it was fine, I guess." I mumbled the last part under my breath. "That's good to hear, what did the doctor said?" This time, it was dad who amswered. "She said Lucinda is doing great, and if she keeps it up, she'll recover fully."

"I'll just been in my room," I said, without another word, I went up the stairs and walked into my room. Throwing my bag on the floor, I sighed heavily before lying down on the bed, looking at the ceiling.

If we were still living at the old house, Harry would be there in the ceiling. Smiling wickedly at me as blood dripped down from his lips, eating another bird.

I shooked the gross image out, standing up to get my bag, so I could finish my homework. I sat down on my bed once again as I took my books out of the bag. I reached over to my nightstand to grab my pen, when it slipped from my hand and fell to the floor.

Groaning, I stood to find my pen. It must've rolled down my bed, I kneeled, trying to find my pen under the bed. "Come on..." I soon felt something wooden, causing my curiousity to spark.

I don't remember putting a box under here. I grab, what seems to be it's handle, and pulled the wooden box out. Raising an eyebrow, I studied it's features.

The box was certainly old, dust covering it's lid, I blew it off. Running my fingers on it's design, I stared at it. This box, it seems familiar. I ran my hands on the heart that was engraved on it's lid, when my eyes caught initial's.

J.S.

My eyes widen, I remember now.

My fingers came contact with the dust covering its surface, but what capture my attention was the engravings carved on it. "Randy, can you look at these engravings?" I asked, and he looked down. " It's vines, and a huge heart is carved in the middle. And look, there are letters in the center of the heart, it looks like initials Lucy."

"Initials? What is it then?" I question, eager to know what it is. This seems interesting.

"It's J.S. Lucy."

This was the box Randy said he would dispose, I remember asking him to place it inside my room because I found it facinating. I was about to open it when I saw the key hole. Oh yes, it's locked.

I bit my lip, trying to think where the key is. If Randy got this from the attic, then the key must be there. I got up from the ground, I pulled out the drawer of my nightstand and grab my flashlight.

I walked out of my room, and was about to go to the stairs that leads up to the attic, mom yelled, "Dinner is ready Lucy!" I sighed, giving the stairs to the attic one last glance before shaking my head, and walk down the stairs and to the dining room.

Mom was placing plates on the table, when she looked up and smiled at me. That's when she saw the flashlight on my hand that she frowned, "What's that for?" She questions, I just shrugged.

"I was finding my ballpen under my bed, I guess I just have to find it later then," I answered, placing the flashlight on the table. She looked at me as if I was crazy before continuing her work.

Dad then entered the dining room, "It seems to me, someone used our ladder," He remarked, causing my attention to divert to him. "What do you mean, Nigel?" Mom asked.

"The ladder, it had a lot of mud on it, I remember washing it last time, and I never used it again." Dad said, scratching his head.

"I-I used it."

Both of them turned around sharply to look at me, "You used it?" Dad questions, I nodded, hoping they would buy it my excuse. "I had to use it because I needed to fix my window." I didn't know dad will notice something, but the fact that he did scares me.

"Huh, that's odd. I never knew your window was broken." Dad said in confusion, "You should've told me." I shrugged, "I guess I can fix a window after all," I laughed nervously.

"Why was it broken anyways?" Mom asks.

"Some kid next door threw a rock at it, so I knew I had to fix it." I shrugged. Yeah, some kid when none of your neighbors get out of their houses, my subconscious laughs.

"Well, you should've told us so we can scold that boy," Mom sighed, "Enough of it, let's just eat dinner, shall we?"

Mom's chicken curry was in fact delicious, probably the most delicious dish she ever made. Mom was laughing at dad's jokes about how he shooed a bird away when it tried to eat dad's cabbage, which he bought at the supermarket.

"Dad," I spoked, causing him to stop laughing and look at me. "Yes Lucinda? What is it kiddo?"

"What part of the attic did you find the wooden box?"

"What wooden box kiddo?" He frowned, confusion all over his face, as did mine. "The wooden box dad, the box that you asked Randy to dispose of?"

"I never asked Randy to throw a box outside, I never even went to the attic once." He answered, "What's all with these questions?"

"N-nothing dad, forget it." I mumble, drinking my juice. This made me wonder. Why did Randy said dad asked him to dispose of the box? When he never did.

After a few laughs, I finished eating and stood up to wash my dish. Why would Randy dispose of the box then? Why on earth would he do that? Does he even know what's inside it?

All these questions keep swarming around my head, only sparking my interest even more. After washing the dishes and bidding my parents goodnight, I went inside of my room.

I think it's better if I should go to the attic when they're asleep. I went to the bathroom to take a half bath just to calm my tense muscles. I watch as the water filled the tub, pouring my favorite bath soap, as bubbles begin to form.

I took of my clothes and wrapped my bathrobe around me as I watited for the tub to be filled. I pulled my hair into a bun, and once the tub was filled, I shut the faucet off.

I took off my bathrobe, hanging it, and went inside the tub. I sighed, inhaling the scent of roses and lilacs. My body soon began to relax, I closed my eyes and dipped my head under the water.

"Lucinda," I opened my eyes to see green ones staring at me. Inhaling sharply, my lips parted in shock, "H-Harry? What are you doing here?" I asked him, but all he does is smirk.

Soon, I felt his hand toucing my shoulder, and up to my neck. I just stared straight into his eyes as he did the same, "I missed you sweetheart." He breathed leaning down to kiss me.

My eyes widen when I felt his plump lips against mine, I want to pull away, but I can't. It's like, something is drawing me closer to him.

When he pried my mouth open with his tongue, I didn't want him to, but he succeded anyways. His tongue tasting me, it was a bit odd that he did't taste like blood.

"Oh, Lucinda," He hummed, before kissing down to my neck and started sucking my skin there making me silently gasp. He kissed the skin under my ear, earning a soft moan from me.

"You like that baby?" He questions, goosebumps appeared on my skin as he continued to kiss that spot. I nod, "Yes, yes I do," I hummed. "Don't stop Harry."

"Lucinda..."

I sat up, water splashing everywhere as I tried to breathe normally once again. I rubbed my eyes to see that I was in the bathroom.

I groaned and got up from the tub before draining the water in it. I grab my bathrobe, before brushing my teeth, and strode to my bedroom. I sat down on my bed, burying my face on my hands. I just can't believe that I imagined that.

I took a deep breathe before exhaling, I looked up at the clock to see it was now ten. By this time mom and dad is already asleep. I dried myself and my hair and I hurriedly took my pajama's and undergarments before putting them on.

I took my flashlight with me, opening my door quietly, I walked out of my room and into the dark hall. Turning my flashlight on, I started my way up to the attic.

I slowly walked up, knowing I would make noise to wake the whole house. I sigh in relief once I reached the top of the stairs. I opened the door and flashed my light at a few old boxes and furniture.

The attic was indeed dusty, cobwebs everywhere. Alright, time to find that key. I opened a few boxes, trying to find a small container that may have the key to the box.

After a few minutes of searching, I found it useless to search for it, since there are a lot of boxes, it would take days for me to find it. I was about to leave when the light hit something shiny, that it caught my attention to it.

It was a small wooden jewelry box, and,m it had the same initials engraved on it. Could it be? I took it and studied it's design.

I inhaled, hoping to find the key in it. I slowly opened it, just to find it empty. I shook my head, it was clearly impossible to find a small key in this big, dusty attic.

I gasp once I heard noises outside, it could only mean one thing, mom or dad is awake. Or worse, both of them.

I shut thr flashlight off and waited for any signs of movement, but heard or see none. I hurriedly walked out of the attic and down the stairs softly, so no noise will be heard.

I mentally cheered myself once I reached my room, and got in just in time when dad opened the door of their bedroom. I peeked through the small crack to see him yawn and go down the stairs, probably to get a glass of water, I guess.

One thing is for sure, I have to find the key tomorrow, after class.