Clarkson Mannor

[molly_hunter28]

Jenna

"Dillon, stop. He's just trying to be nice. My guess is he doesn't get out much. He was awfully pale," she looked over in Dillon's direction.

Jenna couldn't help but look around the room. She stood up and walked over to a few paintings. There was a small desk in the room, Jenna glanced over it. Nothing out of ordinary, just a few books, a couple of old pictures. She didn't really pay to much attention.

As she continued walking she stopped by the window and looked out. She took notice of what had been a beautiful rose garden. A perfect place to spend summer months, she thought.

 

[sinfulsandi]

Celeste

As I waited for the guests to gather their nerve and enter the house much to my astonishment Ivan flew from his hiding place and actually welcomed the timid group inside. A flood of emotion overwhelmed me as he foucsed his attention on this one particular girl.

Ahhhh, I could see why he was suddenly being so cordial, she looked alot as I did in life. In fact she could have been my sister or child for that matter. I faded out and moved to the corner of the room remaining invisiible for the moment allowing "good ole Ivan" the chance to greet the guests before manifesting myself to them. I could see he wasn't going to try the old spook and scare routine with this group. No I could feel the emotions he was eminating towards this girl.

I waited in the hallway beyond the drawing room for Ivan to emerge as I knew he would be along shortly. As I waited I began to sing a old hym my mother would sing to me as a child. One that I knew Ivan hated and would hurry him up. It would only sound like the howling of the wind to most of the living unless one was particularly in tune with the spirit world and most were not.

 

[DaisyBuchanan]

“Damn, if we aren’t on candid camera guys then this is the creepiest place on earth and that guy…well shit you saw him. He could be the freakin’ butler on the Adam’s Family! And who the fuck says drawing room?”

Taking advantage of their former relationship, Kellie lightly elbowed Dillon in the ribs for his comment. Not too hard, they were all a nervous, but still good manners are important.

“Mind your manners, Dillon, its not too late for him to kick us out into the rain.” She grins at Dillon, softening her comments with that same old smile, “Anyway, an old world charm has its appeal, when will you men learn that?”

She moves to look around the room, scanning the books for familiar titles, and pauses to look at the pictures.

 

[flithymind]

Kole

Kole snorted at Dillon's quip about the Addam's family, but Jenna bristled.

"He's got a point Jen." he chuckled. "He might not 'get out much' but he sure is creepy. I mean, we want to use his phone and he invites us in... to 'the drawing room' and offers us a drink? I mean... how many cars you know get fixed by whisky?" he laughed.

"Anyway, old guy might not get out much, that much is clear - you see the way he was starin' at you Jen? Dirty old bastard. At least he's got good taste though." he added, flicking an eyebrow at Jen, trying to smooth over his small confession with more bravado.

Then the 'wind' picked up from outside again - it sounded like a Banshee wailing in a hurricane. "Damn... would you listen to that? Maybe a little drink before we move on might not be such a bad idea after all." he shrugged.

 

[molly_hunter28]

Jenna

"Come on guys, he's not so bad, just a little old fashioned. You two could learn a little from him, I think," Jenna said shrugging her shoulder's as she made her way back toward the couch.

Hearing the wind, Jenna let out a small gasp, holly shit she thought, glad not to be out in that. "See Kole if the guy wouldn't have let us in we'd be stuck out in that," she looked in his direction.

She sat down, wondering why she wasn't the least bit put off with the man ogling her. She knew Kole was right, the guy had been staring but she hadn't minded. Normally she would have been pissed, but not with him.

 

[PogueMahone]

Ivan Clarkson

“Knock off that caterwauling, Celeste,” Ivan told the spirit of his wife as he left the four young people in the drawing room, “you know that tune irritates me. It’s bad enough being trapped here with you forever without having to hear that damned tune.”

“I’m going to get our guests some refreshments,” He told her, moving towards the pantry, not sure how the aged whiskey would be after nearly a century in it’s cask. It’ll either be really good or spoiled, He thought to himself. “Why don’t you go in and introduce yourself, Celeste? There are a couple of young men in there, I’m sure you’ll want to get to know them at least,” He commented as he faded through the wall into the kitchen.

This truly must be hell, Ivan thought to himself as he opened the small door leading into the pantry, pouring four glasses of whiskey from the cask set on the shelf. Sniffing at it, Ivan thought it smelled fine, even mellower and more flavorful for the decades of aging. “If only I could drink,” He sighed regretfully, licking his lips as he carried the four glasses back to the drawing room.

 

[DaisyBuchanan]

"Damn... would you listen to that? Maybe a little drink before we move on might not be such a bad idea after all."

"What was he supposed to do? Leave us out in the rain? Leave out in that?" She asks as the wind batters rain against the windows of the drawing room, "Complaining that he is being too polite doesn't make any sense... Besides, he looks the type to offer good whiskey."

 

[sinfulsandi]

Celeste

Finally, my song brought Ivan around and of course all he could do was comlain about it. I chuckled to myself as I listened to him complain and then made his little snide comment concerrning the young men of the group.

"Ivan what has gotten into you today it wouldn't have anything to do with that pretty little thing out there that resembles someone we both know would it?"

Ivan and I actually did not have to speak if we wanted to make our thoughts known to each other then we heard them no matter where we were in the house or we could block other thoughts we wanted to keep secret. It was raw emotion that was hard to hide from one another.

I looked down at the dress I was wearing and decided to change into something I had seen numerous young girls wearing that had entered our house over the past few years. Though we appeard in ghostly form in whatever we were wearing at the time of our death we could choose to manifest ourselves into whatever we desired as long as we had seen it either living or dead. I shifted into solid form looking at the short blue jean mini skirt and tight fitting shirt with a sequined skull form on the front. How appropriate I thought looking at the skull. I examined my legs thinking they were not as tan as those the young girl I saw wearing this exact outfit but felt that the two young men in the next room would appreciate the view. The tee shirt fit my breasts tightly and they bounced slightly as I walked. I headed into the room striding effortlessly up to the group.

"Hello and welcome to our home my husband explained your plight and we are more than happy to give you shelter from the storm outside. My name is Celeste and why don't we go to the parlor as my husband likes this room but I find it to be a little dreary. The parlor is much more comfortable."

I breezed by the group walking close to one of the young men, what was his name again oh yes it was Dillon, leading the way while allowing my hips to sway in a sexually suggestive manner.

 

[karnelman]

"Dillon, stop. He's just trying to be nice. My guess is he doesn't get out much. He was awfully pale,"

“Nice? Fuck, didn’t you see the way the old letch was looking at you? My guess is his only reason for being nice is your hot bod, Jenna!” Dillion retorted.

“Anyway, an old world charm has its appeal, when will you men learn that?”

“Oh pardon my crude ass, Madame snooty panties,” He said while pressing his finger to his nose and pushing up in a mocking attempt to be funny.

"What was he supposed to do? Leave us out in the rain? Leave out in that?" She asks as the wind batters rain against the windows of the drawing room, "Complaining that he is being too polite doesn't make any sense... Besides, he looks the type to offer good whiskey."

Dillion stood up and walked over to Kellie and tried to put his arms around her again. He figured if he was stuck in the house of horrors at funland he might as well get busy on getting his girl to the tunnel of love.

“Ok, so what’s the plan? We gonna hang around with the freaky old pale dude and get drunk here in this creep show of house. By the way don’t you think a guy with a house like this could afford a damn cleaning lady once in a while? Look how thick this dust is!” He exclaimed as he ran his finger through a pile of dust on a side table.

He froze and immediately shut his mouth when the woman suddenly appeared in the room. Her suggestion to change rooms seemed more like a command performance in Dillion’s mind. When she passed by him he got the oddest sensation. It felt a bit like the feeling he got just before sex, when he knew it was coming. He wanted to smack himself in the head for noticing the sexy sway of Celeste’s hips. If she was married to the old letch she had to be over twice his own age Dillion figured. Besides she was a pasty as old Lurch. No way would he touch that shit, not even if he didn’t have his dick set on hooking up with Kellie that weekend.

 

[molly_hunter28]

Just before Jenna sat, a woman entered the room. Oh my god, they could be twins. Jenna flipped out, she couldn't believe what she was seeing. The woman, her name Celeste, told them that they would be more comfortable in the palor, and the boys were just too happy to follow.

Jenna walked behind them, looking at Kellie, she whispered, "WHat is with that? That woman looks just like me."

They entered the room, it like all of the others, was covered in dust and cob webs. The seating was more comfy, Jenna noticed. She looked around the room, stairing at paintings and old photos, as she waited for her drink.

 

[sinfulsandi]

Celeste

I moved to the numerous candles in the room lighting them along with the few oil lamps that still contained oil and wicks. As I did so I kept my eye on the one they called Jenna. It was amazing how much she resembled myself even the way she moved reminded me of myself.

"Sorry the storm must have knocked out the power so we will have to do it the old fashioned way. By the way if you are wondering about all the dust and cobwebs my husband Ivan and myself have been away for quite some time and the cleaning service is not due for several more days so sorry about all the dust."

I fiinished lighting the candles and took a seat across from Dillon and leaning back and slightly spreading my legs slowly.

"So you guys havent introduced yourselves yet and what brings you out so far from the beaten path on a night like this?"

 

[DaisyBuchanan]

“Oh pardon my crude ass, Madame snooty panties,” Dillon said while pressing his finger to his nose and pushing up in a mocking attempt to be funny.

She chuckles, "Big doof."

They all saw the beautiful woman enter the room but only Kellie bristeled when she brushed so close to Dillon.

"Hello and welcome to our home my husband explained your plight and we are more than happy to give you shelter from the storm outside. My name is Celeste and why don't we go to the parlor as my husband likes this room but I find it to be a little dreary. The parlor is much more comfortable."


Jenna walked behind them, looking at Kellie, she whispered, "WHat is with that? That woman looks just like me."

Kellie shakes her, "Nah, there is a resemblence, true, but compared to you she is... " Not wanting her friend to worry, she continues by tacking on, "Anyway, it could just be a trick of the light."

 

[PogueMahone]

Ivan Clarkson

As he neared the drawing room, Ivan sensed his wife’s presence coming from the parlour. Of course she’d have to move them into a more intimate setting, Ivan thought to himself as he neared the room. He paused at the doorway, thinking. The curse was heightened when the living were in the presence of either Celeste or himself, they’d never seen what would happen if they were together with the living. He almost decided not to enter but the presence of the young woman, the one Celeste had been so smug about seemed to draw him in.

“Sorry it took me so long,” Ivan apologized to the room as he entered, “I went to the drawing room by mistake.” He moved between the four young people, distributing the drinks. “I hope the whiskey meets with your expectations,” He told them, “as neither my wife nor I drink I’m afraid it been around for quite some time.” Drinking was one of the few physical needs Ivan truly missed.

Turning to his wife, Ivan arched an eyebrow at her outfit. Don’t you think you’re trying awfully hard, dear wife? He thought towards her as he glanced at the two young men in the room. He could almost feel the tension between the two of them, the decades of strife and contention, seeping out and into the four young people. The curse would effect them, it was just a matter of time and how it would manifest itself. “If you all will excuse me, I have some business to tend to,” He nodded, excusing himself, wanting to lessen the effects by his absence.

 

[sinfulsandi]

Celeste

"Oh Ivan where do you think you are running off to dear. I know you want to stay and gaze upon I think her name is Jenna."

As Ivan offered the drinks to the young people I watched his hand shake as he neared Jenna and almost laughed out loud. I knew he was worrying that the curse would be mulitplied by both of us being in the same room with the living but it was going to happen anyways so why not have some fun. We didn't ask these people here they came on their own free will.

"Dont you like my outfit my dear husband?"

 

[karnelman]

"So you guys havent introduced yourselves yet and what brings you out so far from the beaten path on a night like this?"

“I am afraid that is my fault ma’am. I am Dillion, this is Kole and the girls are Kellie and Jenna. We are all old friends. We took my old car out here because I thought I knew a shortcut to the cabin we were borrowing for the weekend. You know just a little roman……..” He managed before being cut off by Ivan’s return.

“If you all will excuse me, I have some business to tend to,”

“Um Celeste, I know we don’t really know you folks, but is your husband alright? I mean I don’t mean to pry but the guy is so pale it looks like he is a few quarts low on blood,” Dillion asked in his usually tactless manner after the older man had left the room.

 

[molly_hunter28]

Jenna

Ivan was leaving, Jenna wondered why. She had a feeling that the mister and missus were not happily married. Celeste seemed to have her eye on Dillion and Kole. Jenna felt a sadness for Ivan, being in loveless marriage had to be difficult.

She took her glass from Ivan, feeling his hand briefly touch hers before he took it away. Jenna took a sip from her glass, the whiskey sliding down her throat. It warmed her body as she drank. "So you guys havent introduced yourselves yet and what brings you out so far from the beaten path on a night like this?"

Jenna listened as Dillon told Celeste of there misadventure. She shoot an evil glare his direction when he made the mean comment about Ivan. She hated that they were being cruel when it came to him, the poor guy seemed to need some understand. Yes he was pale but there was just something about him.

 

[DaisyBuchanan]

“Um Celeste, I know we don’t really know you folks, but is your husband alright? I mean I don’t mean to pry but the guy is so pale it looks like he is a few quarts low on blood,” Dillion asked in his usually tactless manner after the older man had left the room.

Dillon was out of elbow reach or she would have dug one into him again... he was withing foot reach so she seriously considered kicking him but everyone would see.

She tried to cut in, "We were very lucky to find this place, and it was kind f your husband to let us in..." She shot Dillon a warning glance, and continured to speak to Celeste, "You must really enjoy living in the country, to live so far off the beaten path."

Kellie sipped her drink and enjoyed the spreading warmth it sent through her.

 

[PogueMahone]

Ivan Clarkson

Your outfit would look better on some one half your age, Celeste, Ivan thought back to her as he headed for the door. I guess that’s the difference between you and me, Celeste. I care about how the curse will effect these young people while you’re only interested in how you can have some fun. Not too different from when you were still alive, huh, my dear wife?

“You may all stay until the storm has passed,” He told their guests, bowing to them all at the door, his eyes still on the one, Jenna as Celeste had called her. "I'm sure my wife will be able to find a place for you all to sleep."

As he walked across the large entryway, Ivan paused looking about at the dirt and debris of a century’s worth of neglect. “It shouldn’t look like this,” He muttered aloud, focusing his will, spreading it out from him, letting it run across the floor. Pushing the dust and leaves along with his mind, Ivan smiled. Celeste might pride herself in being able to change her outfit but that was nothing compared to this. Turning around, Ivan surveyed the entryway with a smile, the hardwood floors now spotless and shining, the chandelier polished and lit. “There, that’s how it should look,” He said, his pride in his home reborn as it returned however briefly to its former glory.

A bit happier, Ivan continued across to his study.

 

[sinfulsandi]

Celeste

"Oh Ivan is fine and the pale look is some sort of effect from childhood the doctors were never sure what caused it. But don't mind him he can be a bit shy around guests at times. Hey Jenna if you would like why don't you go and see if you can talk Ivan into lighting us a fire to knock off the chill. He is in his study which is the third door on the left through that hallway."

"Ivan Im going to try and send the girl to you my sweet murderer."

"Yes we like the country though it does get lonely from time to time which is why I'm so happy to have company."

I kept making eye contact with both Dillon and Kole and watched their reactions as I ran my fingers up my bare legs to my thighs.

 

[molly_hunter28]

Jenna

"Oh Ivan is fine and the pale look is some sort of effect from childhood the doctors were never sure what caused it. But don't mind him he can be a bit shy around guests at times. Hey Jenna if you would like why don't you go and see if you can talk Ivan into lighting us a fire to knock off the chill. He is in his study which is the third door on the left through that hallway."

Jenna looked up at Celeste, surely she had misheard. Celeste continued on with her conversation and the guys seemed to be under her spell, so she thought why not. She headed out the door to find this study.

Walking out into the entry, Jenna noticed the dust was gone and the floors shown. How beautiful this place is, she thought. She turned in a circle amazed at the beauty of it. Then remembering what she was doing she looked for the third door down the hallway Celeste had pointed out.

Jenna stopped along the way, her eye getting drawn into a painting of some antique vase. Something in this house seemed to be calling to her. Finally she was at the door, and so not to disturbe Ivan she knocked waiting for him to bid her entry.

 

[schmoe_128]

Sam's ghost

OOC:
Sam was a lover of Celeste's and an employee in the manor until Ivan had found him in bed with his wife and fired him. Upon his death shortly after the Clarkson's death, he was condemed to spending eternity in the manor as well. He had managed to avoid Ivan for the last century, but Celeste knew he was there and they flirted with eachother whenever they could. Sam was completely invisible to the human eye, and didn't have the power to make himself visible. He could only touch them. They couldn't feel the touch, just the effects of it. He only had the ability to hide from Ivan and Celeste. Which he did most times except when Celeste beckoned for him.

IC:
Sam had kept himself hidden from Ivan and Celeste while they were playing with the four live people that had come to the house. Keeping himself hidden, he walked behind Celeste and light ly touched the back of her neck. From years of experience, he knew the reaction this usually had on her. It gave her a little chill that made her nipples harden. He hoped it would have the same effect on her now. He loved to tease her like this when she least expected it.

 

[PogueMahone]

Ivan Clarkson

Celeste, don’t do this, Ivan thought to his wife crossly, knowing it was already too late as the soft knock came at his study door. Glancing around the dirty study, he once more focused his will, instantly cleaning it and lighting a fire in the small fireplace beside his desk. “Come in, Jenna,” He called out, wincing as he called her by name. They hadn’t been introduced and there was no normal way he could know her name. As the door began to open, Ivan used his will to make himself a little less pale, attempting to look human for his guest.

 

[molly_hunter28]

Jenna

Opening the door slowly, Jenna went in. "Hello, um your wife wanted me to ask you to light a fire, take the chill out of the air," she told him. How did he know her name, she thought. Had he heard one of the others use it, he must have.

"I didn't mean to disturb you. Your home is amazing," she said looking around the room. It was like all the others, very classic, but yet it held a warmth. Jenna walked further into the room, looking around in amazement. She also noted that Ivan looked better.

She didn't sit, as she hadn't been invited too. "I'm really sorry for just barging in, but your house is so inviting to me. Do you mind me looking around?"

 

[PogueMahone]

Ivan Clarkson

“You’re not disturbing me at all, my dear,” Ivan greeted her as she entered the room. “So Celeste wants to warm things up,” He mused, letting his wife feel his amusement and contempt for her actions as he set his book aside. “Very well, I’ll light the fire.”

“Please feel free to look around all you want,” He told her, “I’m glad this old house is inviting to someone. Make yourself at home, Jenna, while I go tend to my wife’s needs.”

“Have a seat,” He told her apologetically, standing up and motioning towards the large upholstered chair beside his desk. “I’m sorry, we live here by ourselves so much that I’m afraid my manners have slipped slightly. There’s more whiskey in the cupboard beside you if you wish some.”

“I’ll return shortly,” He told her with a smile, moving back into the entry hall, crossing to the parlour and entering. “You wanted me to light the fire, Celeste?” He asked glancing at the two young men she was attempting to work her wiles on. Couldn’t you at least try subtlety, Celeste? He thought towards her, bending by the fireplace and making a show of fumbling around with the dry wood. As he stood back up the flames seemingly sprung to life, warming the room almost instantly. “Is that all you need, my dear?” He asked in acid tones as he started back towards the door.

 

[drtywhr]

celeste's foe-anna

Anna felt a thrill. Something she hadn't experienced in decades. This is what she has been waiting for. Now Celeste would pay.
Anna had loved Ivan, forever from a distance, once she had worked in the house. Always looking for any excuse to be close to him. For all those years she had watched his misery and despair at his wife's infidelity, she had offered herself to him once. Despite celeste's irreverence for hers vows Ivan refused to break them as well. So anna had waited, one day he would turn to her and she would be ready. She had been there, unseen through the lush foliage, when Ivan had finally taken his revenge. She had mourned beneath his body, been the first to read his note, and she had spitten on the grave of the idiot aldulteress.
Then she had taken herself far from the small town, far from the Manor and thrown herself from a cliff. Her last word in life had been her love's name. Her first word in this damning afterlife had been her only driving purpose. Revenge.

Now it would come. She would finally reveal Celeste for what she was and set her love's soul free of the hateful wench. Then she could rest.

First though, Sam, Celeste's lap dog would have to be distracted.

She watched it all from behind celestes chair. Now time to focus. Lust kept Sam here, lust wouldn't give him the power to do anything, revenge now that is a driving force.