Below is Part 11 of 18 monthly installments for Visitant.
◄◄ Read the first installment / prologue
◄ Read the previous installment, MILDRED
A call came for Betta on the telephone. It came as a surprise, since she often forgot there was a telephone in the house. Betta could not imagine anyone outside Innsmouth would call on her, or even knew she existed. The only place for her to take the call was upstairs in Mr. Bridgeford’s study. Mr. Bridgeford was out, but she was loath to pass the door to the nursery.
“Tell whoever it is that I will call on them tomorrow.”
The manservant looked her up and down, hungrily. He was especially unnerving at night. It was as if the special darkness that clung to the Bridgeford Manor rooms encouraged him and increased his appetite for her discomfort.
When she made her way to dinner, or took…
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Josephine M. YaLes 