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by ‘many years ago’? She’s
only been missing a year. At least, if we are talking about the
same Betsy.” Sasha said to him.
    “A year in your time. Not mine .”
Mankus told her. As the candle light danced over his face, she
noticed the corner of his mouth upturn into an almost sinister
smirk.
    “Mister...Mankus...whatever you are called,
how do I get out of here? What happened to the attic?” she asked
him.
    “As I said, this is a place out of time. Your
school — your attic — may not exist outside of this place, my
house.” Mankus said, his face as unmoving as stone.
    “What do you mean? What about my friends — my
mom?” Sasha asked franticly. She couldn’t even begin to fathom the
rest of her life in this dark, dreary, and creepy house...living
with a strange man.
    Mankus looked down, sadness reaching into his
face. “You’ll be lucky to ever see them again.”
    “Where’s Betsy, then?” Sasha wondered. If
she isn’t here, she must be outside the house.
    “She found her way back, so to speak.” Mankus
replied.
    “Can you stop giving me answers in forms of
riddles?” Sasha said tensing up as her nerves ran on edge. Mankus
raised an eyebrow.
    “Go over to the corner there and tell me what
you see. I know you have the gift. Hardly anyone without it ever
comes here. I have learned to interpret.” Mankus told her. “Perhaps
learning isn’t the right word. I’ve acquired a skill. You will see
words in this place, but I will see images.”
    “The gift? You mean the feelings I get? The
things I see sometimes?” Sasha inquired.
    “Impressions of the past and future.
Premonitions at times — yes.”
    “Fine. I’ll go over.” Sasha said reluctantly.
While Sasha crossed the room, wood creaking underfoot, Mankus took
a seat nearby. Sasha stared at the corner. Nothing. Then, all of a
sudden she started to see words forming in her mind. It was almost
as if someone was trying to communicate with her. If these are
impressions, what are they from? “I see three words.”
    “What are the words?” Mankus asked, his voice
solemn and almost distant, as if he wasn’t really all that
interested.
    “The first is art. The second is grease. The
third is judge.” Sasha told him. Mankus breathed in deeply, tilting
his head back.
    “Ah.” he said to her.
    “What does that mean?” she asked him quickly,
unnerved at his attitude.
    “She left this place and became an artist.”
Mankus stated. Sasha’s eyebrows drew up in a bunch on her forehead
as she was thrown into puzzlement.
    “But she’s only a teenager. How could she
possibly become an artist without proper instruction? Her work
couldn’t have been that developed.” Sasha said. Sure, there were
some stellar art students who could have made a living from their
work, but it was one of those crafts where you really had to be
great for anyone to notice you and she’d never heard of Betsy and
her amazing artistic talent.
    “No, you’re right. She failed. She had to
work in a kitchen. Hence the grease, your second word.” Mankus
explained. Sasha still had no clue as to how he knew all these
things. He said he learned to interpret. How?
    “What about the word ‘judge’?” she asked.
    “There was a fire.” Mankus told her, his eyes
growing wide, as if he was seeing all that had happened in his own
mind. “She became badly burned and the fire was a result of poor
maintenance. She sued the restaurant and the judge awarded her
millions.”
    “So, she’s all set then?” Sasha asked,
thinking how Betsy couldn’t possibly want to come back after being
a millionaire
    “Yes, if you wish to call it so.”
    “When did all of this happen?” Sasha
wondered.
    “Your future perhaps. Or maybe your
past. Who knows?” Mankus said mysteriously. Sasha huffed. She
wasn’t going to get anywhere with him, she knew.
    “Then how do I get back?” she asked the
man.
    “You can wait for a door to appear, or try
and find the one you originally came