255: IN MY MANSION

LUKE'S POV "Luke! Luke!" I awoke to the sound of resounding screams, my name plastered across the mouth of whoever was carrying out that nonsense. I turned to Ariel; she was still sleeping, her hands wrapping around me. But then I heard my name again. "Luke! Come down here!" And that voice sounded like my great-aunt. No need for arguments; it was definitely her. I slowly took Ariel's hands off me, put on some shorts, and then put on a shirt. I left my room to see what all the screaming was about. Treading down the stairs, I saw my great-aunt in the living room, dressed in her night outfit. Undoubtedly, she had recently awoken, yet she was present and generating this abhorrent din. My eyes went further, and my mother stood close but not too close to the canon. She looked kind of broken and hurt; the expression on her face said it all. My great-aunt finally caught sight of me, and she didn't hesitate to give me a glare. But I couldn't be terrified by that. "What am I seeing here?