Well here is a new series. I think I'll stick along with it for awhile, see how the story progresses
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Encounter with a Ghost
When I was little I’d always been able to see ghosts. It had gotten so bad my parent’s had to call in a psychic. She made my say a few words, and then never again did I see a single ghost. That was just the way I like it. Now my parent’s didn’t have to wake up at two in the morning to find me laughing hysterically at something they couldn’t see. Or gasp in terror to see me sleeping soundly in a rattling bed. But when I saw her, that ghost, everything changed.
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It was right at the beginning of summer. My Dad wrote for a magazine that was all about historical sites and had decided to go out and visit most of them. He had invited me to go with him, and I had agreed. I wanted to make my Dad happy, and some of the sites had interesting stories. So what if I missed that authentic summer tan and hanging out with my friends 24/7?
We had seen the first three sites my Dad had on his trip and were getting close to the fourth one. It was getting pretty late and we were both tired. My Dad had phoned the owner of the site, a large mansion called Rosemary Manor, and he had let us stay the night. I thought that was sorta cool, sleeping in a place with such interesting history.
The Rosemary Manor had been standing since 1934 and had many owners, but also many deaths. The second owners daughter had died from a strange illness at the age of 15, and the fifth owner’s daughter had committed suicide when she refused to marry the man her parents had picked for her. The resulted in the suicide of her mother, distraught with grief over her daughters’ death. The fourth owner had lost her child when she disappeared one sunny afternoon, presumably a kidnapping.
It was a grim house but I was fine with it. Most of the historic sites had had many deaths. But all I could think of was when I was little, and my mother’s shrieks when she had rushed me out of my violently shaking bed. “It’ll be alright, you haven’t been troubled by ghost since then. It’ll be fine!” I though.
We pulled into the long driveway and my Dad walked out. “Well look at this! Isn’t it wonderful Skye?” My dad smiled. “He really does love these places doesn’t he?” I thought with a smile. “Well let’s go in.” He gestured to the now open door, the owner standing by it. I nodded and followed him.
“Well we hope you enjoy Rosemary Manor. It’s so wonderful. I’m so fortunate to live here.” She said. She showed us our rooms, old and elegant. “May I talk to you Mr. Walsh?” She said quietly. He gave me a quire look and nodded. I slipped to the door to listen to them.
“Mr. Walsh I advise you to leave Rosemary Manor as soon as the morning come.” She whispered furiously. “W-why?” My father asked, stunned. “Strange things have been happening here lately. Music plays as soon as the clock strikes twelve and voice often can be heard. I didn’t want to alarm your daughter.” She said. “Alright. If you really wish it we’ll leave as soon as morning come.” My Dad agreed.
For the first time I was scared.
