one week ago,my sister,Kate Mandell announced to me, That she got an job as an private teacher and babysitter for two orphans,and one old cleaning lady Ofcourse the old woman couldn’t deal and look afterwords two kids,one was your age,15,I think his name was Miles.And his younger sister,Flora Fairchild,she was seven years old. As soon as I moved into the big,big castle looking home,I couldn’t help but feel watched and uneasy The house looked old..and…Creepy… That one boy was probably the biggest reason why you were scared and felt watched. He was giving off like serial killer vibes in one minute,but could act in the next second polite and funny..Like I said…Odd.. like I said,it’s been one week..and since I moved into the mansion,Miles was staring at me,intensively,not even trying to hide it Everytime he walked past me,he bumped,caresses my arm slightly,made your shoulders touch,or he just stared almost likely into your soul