The dark, cold and mystic wind.

It was still strange for me to look in the mirror in which my grandfather always eyeing, before he left the house. Now I stood there and felt the spirit of the old barbarian to haunt me around. A crack echoed through the large mansion. A murmur and noise. It felt as if these noises creep down the stairs, wrap me like an icy wind and force me to go upstairs.

And I followed. I walked up the many steps and looked up at the chamber in which my grandfather punished me often enough. My heart was racing, my legs were heavy as lead, but the icy and invisible mist pushed me to up the steps. I found the reason for the noise and murmur. One of the small gas lamps whispered to himself and the flame flickered at the blackened glass along. I made ​​it out, hoping the nightmare would end now. But no. I heard my name.

"Dorian," a whisper surrounded me. And it was the voice of my grandfather. They came out of the attic and all the terrible memories took me back. The punishments, the cold and pure hatred. I wanted to run away and leave the house, but again the invisible mist pushed me closer to the door. My hand squeezed the doorknob down. Slowly my hand pushed open the door and the ghostly whisper disappeared. There was nobody here.

Only old dusty and unwanted furniture, dust and spiders. From the window I ripped one of the planks in order to flood the chamber with light and discovered the broken mirror. Cautiously, I lifted up the pieces. They inserted themselves into the open areas come naturally. As if they were magnets. And again I saw with uneasiness at my reflection. As shocked and fascinated. What was just waiting for me in this house?

Meeting Lord Henry Wotton ...

There were a lot of parties since I was in my late grandfather's house, and all noticed that I was his heir. And it was my first one that I went one evening with Basil to know all the noble lordships. However, the first thing I got to hear there was, that my suit was to be shabby. This just told me an old codger who clung desperately to his drink.

Basil assured me that my suit was definitely very respectable. And shortly afterwards he immediately offered to get us drinks. And when I looked at the round so, this was not to endure otherwise. Elderly ladies, but definitely still had its charm. Followed by young chickens that looked at me like I was fresh prey and began to giggle ashamed when my eyes had found them.

[Lord Henry / Harry] "Cigarette?" Said a gentleman in the best age, sneaked to my side and held me a silver cigarette under the nose.

[Me] "No, thank you.", I politely declined as I looked at him over my shoulder and remained polite. Even though I immediately felt uncomfortable.

[Lord Henry / Harry] "Hmm ... A cigarette is the perfect pleasure. Exquesit and it's leaves you unsatisfied." He lit his cigarette, without paying too much attention to me, and sounds of the lit matchstick frightened me. I hoped this unpleasant Lord would leave of his own, but unfortunately, he was persistent. "You are Kelso's grandson?"

[Me] "Yes. Did you know him?"

 
[Lord Henry / Harry] "Little. But enough to clink glasses, as he took his last breath." And this bad taste, made me look at him with a repulsive sight. "You must be the legacy of the old he goat? So poor is not the little orphan.", were Harry's words, and he looked around in the round, just like me, waiting for Basil. "An honest man of good character. Sounds Aghata. I had a badly dressed boor in mind." He paused and crept around me like a tiger to the cow. "Because I'm right only partially. Half as bad." He shrugged. "She dresses for her 40th as it is the 14th." Harry said, and our eyes were on an older lady. She had terrible hair and her smile was so wide that you could see the last teeth of the upper and lower serration. And this without effort. "Radley in turn." The man continued in his statement and now I finally knew the name of the man who had insulted my suit. "Radley in turn, looks like a tattered hymnal.", He made me smile and offered me back on his cigarettes. "Are you sure you do not want one? They are directly from Cairo."

And I let myself be persuaded. I wanted to try one and do not even appear rude. At this moment, Basil came back. In his hands he held our drinks and said.

[Basil] "So you already know our lovely host. Pay absolutely no attention to any word he says."

[Lord Henry / Harry] "How rude." Harry rolled his eyes, just a little bit. "Henry Wotton." He made me wonder and made me feel bad. "Victoria, my wife. My aunt you know already.", Two ladies came to us, nodded lovely and Harry's aunt said.

[Aunt] "The boy can teach you manners." She giggled and held me close to her side. And somehow I had the feeling that she had taken a fancy to me.

[Harry's wife] "There are new guests to offend."

[Lord Henry / Harry] "She's good for something. I hope we see you, Mr. Gray." Harry had wished, lit my cigarette and had left our small round with his wife.

[Me] "Thank you .. for the cigarette.", I coughed and looked after him.

[Basil] "Getting used to."

[Me] "Oh no, it's quite pleasant.", I said, still coughing a bit and tried to assure him.

[Basil] "No. I meant Harry." Basil sounded not joking and not so seriously. And while Harry's aunt giggled, she pulled me with her, to introduce me to the next merry company. --> ( Dorian Gray on Facebook )

There I was ...

"There I was. Back in the house of old and dark shadows. Of nights in pain and everybody expected that I should miss my grandfather. Should I? Really? He gave me nothing than pain and to stand in this house was pain enough once more. It was time to come over it. It was time to start something new. And that I would, sooner than thought, Lord Henry Wotton should see to that." ( Dorian Gray on Facebook )

The Arrival

"It was a long journey until I finally reached Victorian London, to inherit an estate left to me by my abusive grandfather. I have no idea what is waiting for me here. I just know, that mystery is all around and fog is crawling through the darkness." (( Dorian Gray on Facebook ))