Thread: A Haunting We Will Go Moon/Dale

Tina and Sage where still outside bickering when Alice felt the cold chill. she shuddered violently and wrapped her arms around herself, trying to ward off what she thought was a sudden chill breeze. she shuddered again, goosebumps spreading across her entire body, making her want to feel itchy even if there was nothing to be itchy about. she sniffed, warding off a sudden runny nose and straightened once the chill seamed to be gone. Must be a storm coming in , the woman's thoughts where clear and rang like a sweet bell. she was so accepting of the ghost in her body that nothing in her even tried to revolt. the young woman didn't even feel nervous or scared. Margaret could hear from her thoughts that she knew the dead would never hurt her if she was polite and kind. she often got annoyed with Sage for disrespecting the dead, though she was too shy and timid to ever actually say it. Sage and Tina where the only people she had in the world. her own parents abandoned her because she was a freak. all the people in the orphanage had called her a freak and a monster. anyone she spoke to found out and despised her for her differences. she knew she could have a surgery done, she had the money for it. no matter what she thought of herself though, she'd never been able to bring herself to have it removed. how could she? as much as she hated it, it was a part of her, and if she wanted to be loved, they would have to love all of her, not just part of her. that was why she was so loyal to Sage and Tina. they where the sisters she'd always wanted, who loved her because she was sweet and shy and caring, not because she had big boobs and a dick. she shook her head, brushing off the darker thoughts, not willing to waste a perfectly good adventure feeling sorry for herself. she was going to find the truth of what had happened to Mrs. Pennington and maybe find a way to help the ghost rest in peace, maybe even move on to heaven. she had met other ghosts, of a sort. memory imprints that she was sensitive to. demons and innocents alike rose from where great emotions, some good, some bad, resided. the entire house felt, neutral really, but she had sensed the faintest feeligns of pain and anger form the painting, she knew there was something there, a real ghost, or just vague emotional memories from a time long forgotten. she smiled as she noticed the bathtub. she had always loved these old fashioned deep tubs, the ones you could actually lay in and fully relax, where the water would actually come up to your shoulders without having to lay down or scrunch up. she stroked the sides of the tub and then set about checking the water to see if it worked. it did! she hadn't realized there would be plumbing, but one of the later families must have been able to renovate just long enough to get indoor plumbing. she took her time washing the tub until there was no more dust before looking for the drain plug. once it was settled she smiled, watching the tub fill, humming as she anticipated the glories of a bath. she even found some fizzing bath salts in the cupboards, proving that the last owners had to have been there at least five years ago, if the date was anything to go by. she would have to check the fridge. holding her breath of course. she poured the salts into the water and then set about undressing. shirt and bra slipping off without worry. she didn't mind being naked around Sage or Tina. they didn't stare or call her filthy names. she smiled at herself in the mirror before shucking off her shoes, pants and socks. standing there in her padded underwear that would hide her bulge if she should get aroused. it would hide her bulge no matter what really. she slid into the hot, luxurious bath with a groan, slipping her hair out of it's ribbons she let the water sooth her. baths had always made her feel like heaven, easing aches and carrying her away on pleasant daydreams. part of her realized it was kind of stupid, taking a bath in a strange house where anyone could walk in, she ignored that little part of her. this felt entirely too nice to care about such simple things like that.