A Spirt and a gentlmen (Closed)

[Silver_Wyvern]

A Spirt and a gentlmen (Closed for heartofcourage)

Near the Swamps of Louisiana, out of the way for even the humble Cajun swamp folk sat a old plantation house. Regardless of it's age, it was magnificently preserved, even the crop field of peppers, tabbaco and rice that the owner owned still grew and died, untouched by the ravages of civilization. It was within this out of place plantation that a tragedy struck. During the time of the Civil war, when the south was ravaged, a young union private deserted to meet his southern raised lover so to run away west. Yet it was not meant to be, the enraged father gunning down the man. Some say if you pulled up the rugs within the daughter's former bedroom, you can see were his blood stained the old wood. Over two centuries has passed while the place has been changed from owner to owner, each moving out weeks after they bought. The story was the same, the sound of footsteps was heard, and brief glimpses of ghostly figures could be seen.. Well the newest seller decided to "forget" to mention the place's haunted past when he attempted to sell the plantation to it's newest prospecting buyer..

"Miss, you'll find no other plantation house at this price. I am honestly losing out a bit of money for selling it to you." the Realtor said, speaking his pitch with a smile that would make any southern born salesman proud "I've spent a lot of money to keep this peace of history restored and up to shape. It seems that no one wants to buy it because they don't like being so close to the locals." he chuckled "The swamp dwellers scared away most of the city folk that came this way. I do hope you won't mind them as neighbors miss.." he spoke, asking for the name of the young successful business woman looking to buy the plantation from him.

 

[heartofcourage]

“Caroline.” She answered as the man asked for her name. “Caroline Banning.”

Caroline walked through the doorway into the parlor, looking over the rich mahogany walls and stunning oak floors. She had to admit that the building was completely beautiful and most definitely a steal at the price that it was listed at.

She was looking for a get away from the big city. She was a successful writer, many of her books gracing the New York Times best seller’s list. She was tired though. Tired of the grind of book tours and writing. Her inspiration had left her a long time ago and she was looking for a fresh start with her life. Her little empire was flourishing…but her heart wasn’t in it anymore.

“I don’t mind a few neighbors as long as they aren’t too rowdy.” She said in her light and airy voice, her blonde ponytail swinging as she turned to look at the realtor with her wide blue eyes. “And you did say that the furniture came with the home as well? It seems to be perfectly matched to the interior and it would be a real shame to see them separated.”

Moving from the parlor into the cozy, modern kitchen, Caroline let out a little sigh and smiled to herself. It felt like she was home…

“If you have the papers with you, I think I’d like to sign.” She said, giving the man a small smile.

 

[Silver_Wyvern]

"They are no trouble of course. Many of them very friendly, Just..some
need a bit of time to get used to folks not native to these parts." he responded as he completed his tour as he lead her to the large dining room, looking as if it was made for a large family and the guests they would have.

"Of course, the papers are right here." he spoke as he took a moment the pull up the suit case he had and place it on the large dining room table, large enough to have many guests as he took a moment to pull out the papers as well as he took a moment to take out a vial of ink, taking out a fountain pen, after a moment of filling it he gave a bit of a chuckle "I do hope you don't mind a old mans preference for this pen.." he began to sign what he needed to sign before taking a moment to hold it over to the lovely blonde

 

[heartofcourage]

“I don’t mind at all. We all have our little eccentricities.” She said with a smile as she watched him fill the fountain pen and start to sign the paperwork.

Caroline took the pen when it was offered and signed the lines that she was directed towards. With a few strokes of ink, the house that she was currently standing in was hers. “I will have my lawyer send you a certified check for the amount in the morning.”

With that, she offered the man her hand to shake and she grin when the deal was sealed. The old house was certainly charming and she felt peaceful there. It was a good feeling, the kind that warmed your bones.

 

[Silver_Wyvern]

The man gave a little chuckle in her response "And with that miss, you are the proud owner of this humble abode.." he spoke as he shook her hand, within the back of his mind he hoped that a single young woman was not enough to gain the attetion of the spirit rumored to wander these halls..

Though he made no noise, not manifested to manipulate objects, the spirt that resided in the house watched the woman in silence as she left..at least she seemed to show love for this home that she had bought for herself..that was really all that he required..at least he would not be alone again..

 

[heartofcourage]

Caroline smiled as she shook the realtor’s hand, sighing happily as she looked around at the house that was now hers. She could feel the peace radiating from the inside of the old mansion and she knew that her creativity would soon return the longer she lived there.

Exiting the front door, she made her way to her car, waving to the realtor as he pulled out of the tree lined drive. She smiled to herself and opened the door to her car, stopping as she felt a set of eyes on her. Glancing towards the house, she furrowed her brow, wondering why she felt that way. There was no one in the windows. There was no one n the yard.

Shrugging off the feeling, she slipped into the front seat of her car, pulling out of the drive with another glance cast at the façade as it faded into the distance.

 

[Silver_Wyvern]

The ghostly figure paused and ducked back, almost in reaction before realization he was not manifested. The Realtor gave a wave to her in turn, pausing a moment at her reaction to possibly seeing something..he didn't ask as it seemed to pass without thought.

Within days when she was away, the ghost when alone had began to prepare for the woman, things being cleaned, arranged and fixed, behind the backs of the various workers hired to do so and move in the new owners objects. Over time there was confusion on who did what, but they were going to get paid for it being done surprisingly early, so the hired help was not going to complain or bring it up. But a joke about the ghost helping did circle a few times.

 

[heartofcourage]

Caroline was excited as she drove up the lane to her new home. The house had been cleaned and arraigned by a crew as she made final preparations to sell her old home. Now…this beautiful property was actually hers. She let out a little sigh as she parked her car in front of the house, pulling out her purse and suitcase and hurrying up the stairs into the front entrance.

“Honey, I’m home!” She called to the empty halls, laughing to herself as she moved into the living room and settled down into the new comfy couch she’d ordered that week. Everything was gleaming bright and clean, homey without being too casual. It was right up her alley.