Her breathing grew heavier as she rushed down the corridor. The skirt of her very heavy dress clutched in each hand, raising it off the ground just enough for her not to trip during her brisk walk through the manor. "I have to tell them," she thought, "I have to warn them all!" Her long stride was like a gazelle as she set her eyes on whom she was looking for. "Mr. Cavanaugh!" She hissed as loudly as she could without yelling. An older balding man wearing a neat black suit and white gloves turned his head, as well as the three young chambermaids that surrounded him. "Mr. Cavanaugh!" she repeated breathlessly as she reached him. "What is it child," the man furrowed his brow grasping her hand. "Little miss, the curse has fallen upon her," she said between gasps. The chambermaids drew in a short breath, in shock. "But she is passed the age of the others before her, I thought maybe this time..." The g...