13 Paternoster row – Maid needed

13 Paternoster row was an odd place to live, surrounded by narrow slum like passages and surrounding houses badly constructed explaining their shabby outside appearance as you walked deeper through Victorian London.

Even due to its poor appearance Victorian London inhabited many people who would crowd the narrow alleys and pollute the atmosphere with the remains of cigars people once used.

With all this said we go deeper into the people who occupy 13 Paternoster row. It was originally occupied by a woman (or so we assume) who bought the house via a private sale, it was all arranged so discreetly and unknowing that no none really knows the truth behind the mysterious owner of the house.

I see her walk out the house sometimes, her appearance is rather peculiar and gives a mysterious and almost off-putting vibe towards her.

I can't really describe to you her appearance in detail due to the fact that she wears a dark black veil across her face concealing her facial features from the rest of Victorian London. She usually wears a matching black robe and dress (probably to keep herself unnoticed and more well-hidden from the world) accompanied with a black (of course) feathered hat making it known to us that she is in fact female.

Not once has any one dared to approach her or get in the way of her for any known matter, she is the sort of person that stays out of people's way and therefore people stay out of hers.

It was 6 months (approximately) since she had moved into 13 Paternoster row and it was a Monday night that I noticed a shadowy figure put up advertisement for a maid to assist her in her housekeeping.

It had been around 12 weeks and no one that I know of dared apply for the position so still the musty piece of paper remained, nailed up on the maroon coloured door for all to see.

I should probably explain who I am, writing all this for you to read at your point in time. My names Jenny Flint and I was a match girl on the streets of Victorian London. I aint had an easy life and anyone who knows me will know this. Anyway my past is my business; long story short, is my previous employer got a bit – shall we say eager for my company and I left while I had the chance. My friend told me of a vacancy going for a maid at 13 Paternoster row and that no one had yet applied due to the reason that no one knew who'd they'd be working for. I needed this job, well I needed the money. Every human has to eat and drink and the benefits of being a maid is having the certainty of having a roof over your head every night (which is defiantly needed, especially in this location).

I approached the porch and slowly walked up the steps nearing the Maroon coloured door displaying the letter for a maid which by now was embedded with many different species of insects feasting away at the half eaten piece of paper.

I knocked on the door 3 times simultaneously and a deep echoed voice made its self-heard to me saying "enter". So I did…