just steps in front of me, was a foggy mist. It swirled and danced in the air, whipping around in a graceful motion. If I hadn’t had reports of the spirit being aggressive, I would have sworn the emotion coming from the mist was nothing but serene and peaceful.
I slowly raised my camera to snap a few pictures, but by then the mist was dissipating. The place became quiet once again. No footsteps could be heard, and the clock ticking downstairs was silenced by distance. Slowly, I made my way through every room on the floor, but nothing else appeared.
Just as I’d finished checking the rooms, my stomach growled and reminded me I hadn’t eaten lunch before I’d arrived at the mansion.
After my first few investigations, I’d finally wised up and remembered to pack some food to energize me through the long process of helping spirits. I decided to head back downstairs and grab a quick snack. It might be a long time before the spirit manifested again, if it even did. An apparition takes a lot of energy to manifest; it will take this power from any source it can find, like batteries or even me. That’s why I was always so drained after an investigation.
I moved back down the stairs intending to grab my bag from the table where I had left it earlier. When I reached the table, the bag was gone. I set out to search for it, moving through the foyer into the dining room. Scanning the room, I saw my bag was nowhere in sight, so I moved on into the kitchen area. It wasn’t there, either.
I got the distinct feeling someone, or something, was playing games with me. I looped back around the back area of the mansion and ended up in the parlor. My stomach was really grumbling at that point. My bag was not in the parlor, either.
“I want my bag back. I’m hungry and I don’t have time for your games,” I yelled.
I get grumpy when I’m hungry.
Something in the foyer fell with a deafening crash. That got my attention. I ran to the room, and discovered my bag lying on the ground beside the table where I’d left it earlier. I had no idea how it had happened, but I knew the bag hadn’t been there minutes earlier. I snatched the bag from the floor and ignored the incident. Evidently, someone was just trying to get my attention. I perched on the bottom step of the staircase and pulled out my snacks.
I’d just taken the first bite from my apple when the footsteps made their presence known again. I sure was getting my workout for the day climbing those stairs. This time the sound of the steps seemed to be coming from the second floor, and they seemed closer. When I reached the landing and faced the second floor hallway, I felt a cold breeze fly through me and my whole body stiffened for a brief instant.
At that moment, I was dazed and struck by an overwhelming sense of sadness. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a figure peeking out at me from around the side of a door.
It was a woman; I could see her from the waist up as she leaned around the side of the door, just as casually as any living human would do. Her face was full of sadness and she was beautiful as she stared inquisitively at me.
Abruptly, she floated from the door with infinite grace. In one fluid motion, she drifted into the hallway in plain view so I caught a quick glimpse of her. She glided as if she were dancing a cotillion. Her gown draped to the floor, concealing her feet, so I didn’t know if they were even there. She was swathed in silk and lace. Her dress was intricate, and she exuded elegance.
Her expression turned to disdain as she looked at me, before gently lowering her gaze.
“I’m the lady of the house.” That’s all she said, but her words were clear.
“Hello, my name is Larue.”
Surely, this couldn’t be the spirit everyone had been afraid of? She looked like an angel. Then it hit me, maybe the vision in front of me was just a façade and what I was really witnessing
I slowly raised my camera to snap a few pictures, but by then the mist was dissipating. The place became quiet once again. No footsteps could be heard, and the clock ticking downstairs was silenced by distance. Slowly, I made my way through every room on the floor, but nothing else appeared.
Just as I’d finished checking the rooms, my stomach growled and reminded me I hadn’t eaten lunch before I’d arrived at the mansion.
After my first few investigations, I’d finally wised up and remembered to pack some food to energize me through the long process of helping spirits. I decided to head back downstairs and grab a quick snack. It might be a long time before the spirit manifested again, if it even did. An apparition takes a lot of energy to manifest; it will take this power from any source it can find, like batteries or even me. That’s why I was always so drained after an investigation.
I moved back down the stairs intending to grab my bag from the table where I had left it earlier. When I reached the table, the bag was gone. I set out to search for it, moving through the foyer into the dining room. Scanning the room, I saw my bag was nowhere in sight, so I moved on into the kitchen area. It wasn’t there, either.
I got the distinct feeling someone, or something, was playing games with me. I looped back around the back area of the mansion and ended up in the parlor. My stomach was really grumbling at that point. My bag was not in the parlor, either.
“I want my bag back. I’m hungry and I don’t have time for your games,” I yelled.
I get grumpy when I’m hungry.
Something in the foyer fell with a deafening crash. That got my attention. I ran to the room, and discovered my bag lying on the ground beside the table where I’d left it earlier. I had no idea how it had happened, but I knew the bag hadn’t been there minutes earlier. I snatched the bag from the floor and ignored the incident. Evidently, someone was just trying to get my attention. I perched on the bottom step of the staircase and pulled out my snacks.
I’d just taken the first bite from my apple when the footsteps made their presence known again. I sure was getting my workout for the day climbing those stairs. This time the sound of the steps seemed to be coming from the second floor, and they seemed closer. When I reached the landing and faced the second floor hallway, I felt a cold breeze fly through me and my whole body stiffened for a brief instant.
At that moment, I was dazed and struck by an overwhelming sense of sadness. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a figure peeking out at me from around the side of a door.
It was a woman; I could see her from the waist up as she leaned around the side of the door, just as casually as any living human would do. Her face was full of sadness and she was beautiful as she stared inquisitively at me.
Abruptly, she floated from the door with infinite grace. In one fluid motion, she drifted into the hallway in plain view so I caught a quick glimpse of her. She glided as if she were dancing a cotillion. Her gown draped to the floor, concealing her feet, so I didn’t know if they were even there. She was swathed in silk and lace. Her dress was intricate, and she exuded elegance.
Her expression turned to disdain as she looked at me, before gently lowering her gaze.
“I’m the lady of the house.” That’s all she said, but her words were clear.
“Hello, my name is Larue.”
Surely, this couldn’t be the spirit everyone had been afraid of? She looked like an angel. Then it hit me, maybe the vision in front of me was just a façade and what I was really witnessing
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