Haunted?

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OOC this will be a story of a haunted house, the main character (myself) will have bought the house and be seduced by them, the handy man will not feel the presence of ghosts but be intrigued by my character and so on. I don't need people for the ghosts at this time, just a handy man who doesn't believe in ghosts.

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I had bought the house, more like stole, the price was so low and it included all the furnishings. I was excited to take a better look around. The realtor had rushed my through the house at noon, and after having it inspected and getting an excellent report back I bought it.

I drove up in my jeep, I pulled my bag out of the back and pulled the key out of my pocket and headed to the door.

The house was huge, the ground floor included: a gourmet kitchen, formal and informal dining rooms, a library, a ball room, living room, two bathrooms, an entree way that reminded me of Gone with the Wind. Along with an amazing front and back porch areas. I turned the key, the main problem with the house was the wiring. I would hunt down a handy man tomorrow to help me get the house in shape.

The upstairs including a large general room, with four normal bedrooms, a shared bathroom, and a master bedroom with a bath that had a beautiful view of the luxurious back yard.

I headed up the stairs, glad the sun hadn't set yet. I tossed my bag and begin removing the sheets covering the furniture in master bedroom.

I yawned as the light began fading, looking out the window seeing the horizon in deep blues and purples. I stretched and changed into my favorite nightgown, a pale silky confection that clung to my full figure.

I fell asleep almost immediately, and when dreams began it was as if in my dream my eyes were closed. I could here the rustle of the curtains, and feel the sheets being pulled back, then hands sliding over my skin, somehow being able to pass through my nightgown.

I woke up the sheets pulled down my nipples hard and dark as if they'd been played with. I shook my head, it was just an unusual sex dream. I'd never had a sex dream so didn't think anything else of it as I took a shower, and dressed. I ate a snack and began pulling dustcloths off the furniture.

I was done and it was just past noon so I headed into town for food and to find someone who could help me make the necessary repairs to the place.

 

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Fred Bloggs

OOC: I would like to play the handyman. If you are interested, my character would be a middle-aged jack of all trades. He doesn't believe in anything that he cannot see (and even then with a pinch of salt). Has a very "down-to-earth" attitude to life.

 

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OOC sounds appropriate

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The drive into town was pleasant enough and soon the dream was forgotten. I ate at a quaint little diner, and as soon as I mentioned I'd bought the old Carson mansion every backed away as if I had the plague.

 

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Fred

As regular as clockwork, I entered the diner and sat at my favourite table.

"Hiya, Fred! It's just coming up." smiled Hilda as she passed my table and headed for the kitchen.

Good old Hilda. She knew exactly what I wanted and had it ready for me at the same time every day (including Sundays).

"There you go." she said, placing the heavily laden dinner plate in front of him.

Thanking her, I eagerly tucked into my steak and eggs.

When I had finished, the plate was replaced by an ice-cold glass of rootbeer. As I usually did, I downed it on one go.

It was while I was in the middle of eating Hilda's homemade apple pie did I notice the woman sitting on her own.

Must be a stranger. Never seen her before.

I watched young Frank Dobbs go up to her and exchange some words. Seeing Frank shaking his head, I watched him as I made for the door, passing my table as he did so.

"Hiya, Fred." Frank said as he walked past.

"Hey, Frank. Who's the woman?"

Frank stopped and looked back at her.

"Don't know her name but I can tell you she lives at Carson's old place."

"The old mansion?" I asked.

"Yep! An' she's looking for someone to do work on it."

Frank carried on out the door while I resumed eating my pie, watching the woman as I did so.

 

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I was cursing under my breath trying to figure out the additional cost of bringing in an outside guy to help me out. The figures began swimming in front of my eyes as I paid for my meal and sipped my ice tea.

 

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Fred

My apple pie finished, I sat back and downed my second glass of rootbeer.

That's filled a hole!

I looked over at the woman again who seemed to be lost in a world of her own.

Coming to a decision, I got up and walked over to her.

"Excuse me, Miss.", I began.

 

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A headache was forming as the numbers swam in front of my face, I glanced up eyeing the man before me, he was in good shape for his age, a slight bit of grey creeping in at his temples.

"Hello," I managed to say wondering what brought him to my table.

 

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Fred

"I hear that you are looking for someone to do work at the Carson mansion?"

 

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My eyes light up and I smile, "Yes, you looking for work?" I was going to ask for references, but just the fact that he would work on Carson Mansion was a big bonus in his favour. "I need some electrical work down, minor repair to staircase and woodwork along with any unexpected repairs that arise." I hold my breath, hoping praying this man will take the job, and hoping he doesn't charge an arm and a leg.

 

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Fred

They say that the eyes are windows to a person's soul.

I believe that.

Ever since I could remember, I could tell whether or not I am going to like a person simply by looking into their eyes.

After looking into this woman's eyes, I know that I am going to like her.

"That's not a problem, Miss. If I have to, I could build a house from the ground up including the electrics and plumbing."

 

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"That's good to know," I glance at my watch, "I have a few things to pick up, could you meet me at the house about 4:00 and we can look at what needs to be done, what should be done, and what will eventually need to be done." I stand slowly putting down a tip for waitress and hold out my hand. I can tell alot about someone by the way they shake hands.

 

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Fred

I take her hand in a firm but not too tight a grip.

"Sounds good to me, Miss."

I then point to my dog, an aging bloodhound, lying on the porch outside the diner.

"Mind if I bring my dog with me?"

 

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"Sure, as long as he stays outside, I don't need any more surprises inside the mansion." I smile and meander outside letting the dog get a sniff before patting him on head and heading to jeep.

I filled the time rather easily, picking up groceries and some paint and wall paper samples.

then it was closing in on four and I put the pedal to the metal and headed back to my home, the words sounded odd yet comforting as I pulled in front of the place, the summer light seemed to make the place glow.

 

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Fred

(OCC: Oops! Looking back at my posts, I seemed to have become confused about my character, whether he is a 3rd person or not. All sorted out now though!)

It is just after four when I bring my motorhome to a halt outside the Carson place.

Opening the cabin door, I jump down to the ground. Morty, my dog, just behind me.

Stretching my legs, I take my first look at the old place.

I must admit, I'm impressed. I never realised how big it is. Good condition too though I can see things needed doing.

I hear Morty starting to fidget and whine.

"What's the matter, boy? Don't tell me you believe them ghost stories too?"

Morty just continues fidgeting, as if he can sense something.

I look at the place again, trying to feel anything myself.

Nothing.

But then again, my late wife always used to tell me that I had a hide of a rhinoceros.

Morty then gives a small bark. Looking at the front door, I see the young woman (I don't even know her name) coming towards me.

 

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Maggie

I realize I don't know his name as I watch the motor home land in my driveway, feeling land is appropriate word. I watch as the dog seems scared of leaving the protection of the RV.

"Hello," I remind myself to catch his name later. "I've got some dinner going in the oven it should be ready by the time I've taken you on the grand tour." I walk down steps feeling a slight breeze trying to raise my skirt and I hold it down as I move towards him, "Let me show you the inside while there is still light, the electricity seems to have a mind of it's own. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't and often it comes on by itself. Which is a warning never to leave anything plugged in." I smile and glance back at his dog.

 

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Fred

I listen to the woman talking about her electrics and then wants to show me the inside of the house while it is still light.

I laugh at the friendly comment about leaving anything plugged in.

I also notice that she's keep looking at the dog.

"Don't worry about him, Miss. He's a little jumpy that's all."

She smiles at me and leads me into the house.

 

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Maggie

As we wander through house I point out which pieces of woodwork need replacing, where all the light fixtures are, as well as plug ins and such.

"Luckily the kitchen seems fairly unaffected," we wander into kitchen, "which is nice because I don't have to worry about food spoiling or cooking mishaps." I pull out silverware and table settings. "I'm not sure where the water and electric hook ups are outside, I'm assuming you'll nees something like that for your RV?"

 

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Fred

"I'm alright, Miss, I ....." I pause, remembering that I still don't know the woman's name.

"I'm sorry, but I never talk shop without knowing the other person's name. Mine's Fred Bloggs."

 

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Maggie McKee

"It's Maggie McKee," I smile and chuckle slightly. "I guess I was so relieved someone would work on the house that I forgot to introduce myself."

 

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Fred

"Maggie - my wife's name was Maggie." I smile back,.

I still miss her!

Taking her hand, I say "Well nice to meet you, Maggie. Now this house isn't in bad condition for its age, but you still need some work done. All the electrics will have to be replaced, for instance."

I look at Maggie's face.

"Don't worry, it doesn't have to be expensive."

I walk up to a wall and feel.

"The walls seem okay but there's work to be done to the floor, " I stamp on the wooden floor, "you have some rot."

I turn round to face her.

"Now what I can do is either give you an approximate estimate on how much this job would cost. I would say about a fortnight at around $400 a day."

I see her face drop again.

I must admit it, I admire this woman who has single-handedly taken over this old place despite its reputation. My wife would have liked her.

"Or if you are willing to provide room and board, $100 a day."

I can see that she is thinking about it.

"I tell you what, show me the rest of the place and then I'll go back to my motorhome and let you decide."

 

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Maggie McKee

Fortnight, what a quaint term. I bit my lip, and smile as he offers a lower rate if I provide room and board. I show him the upstairs, the bedrooms mostly still shrouded in sheets.

"I plan on restoring the furniture myself, but haven't decided on a painting scheme yet, was thinking something light and airy. I'm just lucky the walls aren't covered in tacky wall paper," I glance around as he looks at the door I hadn't opened, the door to my bedroom.

 

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Fred

Miss McKee shows me the upper floor which is mainly made up of bedrooms, mostly not used judging from the sheets.

"I plan on restoring the furniture myself, but haven't decided on a painting scheme yet, was thinking something light and airy. I'm just lucky the walls aren't covered in tacky wall paper..." she tells me.

I wish her luck. Furniture restoration can be a lot of work and not always worth it.

Like the downstairs, this part of the house is in pretty good nick.

I glance at another door which I haven't yet been through and make my way towards it.

"May I?" I gesture to open it.

 

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Maggie McKee

He was a widow, unless I'd missed the wistful way he'd said his wife was named Maggie. I saw him approaching the door and it was as if time stretched out and I opened my mouth to say something just as his hand touched the door, "Actually that's the room I've been staying in, the master bedroom, has a nice little bathroom off of it." I hear him turn the door knob as I haven't actually denied him entrance and before I can say otherwise the door swings inward as if of it's own free will.

"The furniture in here is in excellent condition," I seem to be talking out of habit, not wanting to have an awkward silence. I rub back of my neck watching his eye take in the satin teal sheets, the pale pink nightgown draped over the bed.

 

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Fred

I look around. Obviously this room is in better condition and from the initial impression, does not need any work. Initial impessions can always be deceiving.

I can't help but notice that her voice seems a little strained as she continues talking.

It then suddenly dawns on me.

Maybe she doesn't like me being in here.

At that thought, I feel a flush of embarrassment. That last thing I want to do is appear like a dirty old man who likes going into young girls' bedrooms. It doesn't help when I accidently glance at her nightdress laying on her bed and then only turn to find her looking at me.

"I just need to look at your bathroom." I say, almost apologetically. Then I notice she keeps rubbing her neck.

"Are you okay? You look pretty tired. If you want, I can call it a day and can check the roof tomorrow. Of course, if you are interested in my offer."

 

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maggie McKee

I point at the door to the bathroom and lean against door, "I do have a little knot at base of my neck." I tried to smile and found myself watching his every move. "You should wait until tomorrow to try and get up on the roof. The papers say the roof has recently been redone."