The Burwell House Mysteries - Part I
As I lie sprawled out on this beautiful mansion yard, I was so thankful. How did I get here? I felt so blessed. The June sun beat down on my pale white skin. The green grass felt good on my bare arms. The smell of the grass brought me back to childhood memories on Lake Lure in North Carolina. The grass smelled like hay and it catapulted me back into time. The mist of the waters below me, filled my spirit with joy. The creek ran right out in back of the Burwell house. The waters were rushing fervently and the white caps seemed to be grasping out in reach of me. There was no shortage of water to be sure, since the creek looked almost flush with the bank that I lay on.
Just last week as I took the final Psychology test, I dreamt of this day. The day I would arrive at my summer job adventure. I was so looking forward to this new experience which led me to the historic Burwell house. The college semester was over and I felt more relaxed today than I had the entire academic year. My Psychology studies were becoming more overwhelming and tense. I had countless papers, tests, Psychology club involvement, writing for the school paper and working in the student union, part time. This left very little time for college socializing which is an important aspect of the college experience. This summer would be a much needed respite from the busy life of a student.
I had met a handsome young man in my Social Psychology class. His name was Ron Meyer. He and I hit it off right away. He was a red headed man, speckled with freckles. We both had a passion for Psychology and talked incessantly about any and every subject associated with it, especially the para-normal. We had become consistent study partners early on, in the semester. It felt nice to have such a good male friend at college. I felt so safe with Ron. He was the type of man any mother would want for her daughter.
© 2011 Laura Rogers