I stood in front of the imposing house as shivers went through my spine. I don't know what I was thinking when I agreed to take the job others discarded because of how impossible it was to bag an interview.
The Christophos brothers have been a myth for close to ten years now. They are the richest men in the entire country, yet no one has seen them. There have been major debates about their reasons for seclusion.
Their family has been existing for centuries, but it wasn't until ten years ago that a journalist discovered the brothers.
Though she didn't get any info on them, she got a backshot of the brothers. For ten years now, different journalists have tried to do the impossible by asking for an interview with them, but they have never responded.
Note how shocked I was when they replied to my message and set a date for the first meeting.
Everyone thought it was a scam when I showed it to them, but there I was, to show them that this young journalist was capable. I became what I am today because of my passion for knowing things that others don't or skid past without showing interest in them.
I checked the contents of my purse to be certain my phone and pepper spray were in there. Wouldn't want to be a victim if this was some sort of scam.
I glanced down at my choice of clothing. To make running easier for me, I wore black elastic pants and a red shirt. My blonde hair was tamed to perfection, yet a strand managed to escape from the hold.
I sighed.
This is it, Bella. Time for you to break heads. No, scratch that. Time for you to do the impossible.
I bagged an invitation, which was something none of the journalists who have dropped the job can boast of.
My hands shook as I walked towards the door. From the enormous gates to the door, there was no one in sight. Still, the entire place was neatly kept.
The mansion was Victorian-styled. It looked like every other house with the same style, yet it looked different. The off-white color used on it clashed with the silver zinc, making the building seem a bit …. Odd.
I walked to the door and tapped on it since there were no doorbells. I have only seen this type of house in a film. I was used to modern houses where you press the bell rather than knocking.
I didn't get a reply, so I knocked once more.
A creaking sound followed the last knock before the door opened.
“Hello, I'm Bella. I came…” I trailed off as I stared at the empty door, shocked to notice that there was no one standing behind it.
I blinked. “Hello?” I called out, still standing on the stairs.
My heart hammered in my chest, sounding so loud even to my ears. I gulped, peering into the house to know if this was a trick or something like that.
Not only was there no one by the door, the house was pitch black. The air around me felt heavy.
“Hello!" I shouted, hoping to get a reply from whoever opened the door.
When I heard no sound, I turned, aiming to leave. However, the thoughts of the knowing smile that would be on Imelda's face when she learned I failed made me decide to do something rash.
I stepped into the house. “He… llo!” I yelled when the door banged behind me. With my heart in my throat, I rushed back and tugged on it, only to notice the door was locked.
Shit!
I rummaged in my purse for the pepper spray and clutched it in my hands, staring into the dark, ready for whoever was playing tricks on me.
My heart was beating so loud it seemed like the organ was about to leap out of my chest. I swallowed, hoping that this wouldn't turn into a horror film or something like that.