The Haunted Mansion

“Hello”


“Who said that?”


“The master of the house”


“But this is my house”


“No, it’s my house, you are trespassing”


“But I bought this house”


“The house was stolen from me, you bought stolen property”


“What happens now?”


“You Die!”


Seven and two thirds months later. The house is still for sale after the horrific murder of it’s previous purchaser. The realtor has branded it unsellable, the house’s history is too big a deterrent for any would be owner. It’s a shame as the house really is magnificent. An old Georgian estate set in forty acres of what were once pristine gardens complete with fountains and a guest house down by the lake. The estate always seemed so peaceful until ninety years ago. What happened that summer has been lost to the sands of time. All that is known is that a tragedy occurred, the family that was living in the house mysteriously disappeared. No trace was ever found, the only thing out of place in the house was that the taps had been left on. Since then anyone who has taken up occupancy in the house has met a horrific death. Even those seeking shelter from a storm for a single night have never been heard from again.


The grounds of the estate have mirrored the house’s unfriendliness. A dark cloud has descended across the entire estate. The lake that was once like a mirror for the sky is now dank and a place of respite for evil things that despise the light of day. The woods have become havens for creatures whose only instinct is too kill. The realtor mourns the loss of the house to something that no one can quite understand. Obviously as a mature sensible adult he is too old to believe in such things as ghosts or spirits but what other explanation can there be?


The wind rustles outside and the door creaks open. A man steps in, he appears to be a middle aged man with not long and not short hair everything about him seems so hard to describe. He’s more than average but less than either of the extremes. It’s hard to describe him as when you try to concentrate on him your mind seems to wander. It’s strange I’ve never seen anyone like him. I realise he is talking to me and try to resume my calm customer manner. He’s asking about buying an estate, he’s describing the estate to me but I can’t quite place where he’s talking about. Then after he mentions the guest house by the lake the realisation dawns on me like the morning fog burning away that he is talking about the haunted mansion. He was describing what it must have looked like before the tragedy occurred.


He seems to know that it was once like before the tragedy occurred. How can that be? It’s been nearly a century since it happened and he looks just short of middle aged. It’s impossible to think that someone at his age could remember the estate in it’s prime. Against my better judgement I agree to show him the house later that day. I would lie and say that this is just another showing but I am forced to admit that I’m scared about this showing. I’m terrified at the thought of opening the house and going inside the house and showing someone around the house. But the manner that the man has is so self assured that I couldn’t help but agree to show him the house.


There hasn’t been anyone in the house in thirty years. It must be an absolute wreck and complete wreck inside but the man insists on seeing it. Waiting for the man at the gates to the house, it’s strange I see him coming but he’s not driving he’s just walking. It’s strange as the estate is not quite remote but there is no public transport that goes near the estate. The wind stirs the trees that line the street, yet his coat is untouched. This is one of the strangest characters that I’ve ever met.


Just as we approach the manor the sky clouds over. A voice booms across the sky, “Who enters my property?”. The man looks thoughtfully around before he replies……