Thread: The Ghost In The Attic

There wasn't any need to mourn someone who had never really been there for her in the first place. The death of Anastasia's grandmother came of little shock to the young woman. The woman was cankerous, frail, and lived alone. Ana really had no pleasant memories of the woman. She was always complaining, or talking down to those around her. It was only now..standing alone before her casket that Staci felt the slightest bit of remorse. Grasped in her hand was a letter, a final goodbye. 'to my dearest granddaughter. throughout my years you are the only one in our entire hopeless family that seemed to give a damn about my well being. admit, i didn't deserve your kindness or your company in the slightest. You must forgive an old woman for forgetting..forgetting what it was like to love, to be loved. i knew nothing but solitude, and pain. You cannot imagine the pain my tired body has been feeling. My hopes are, that you receive my entire estate, and all of the belongings that rest inside of it. if walls could talk, this house would have a brilliant story to tell. i know that you will appreciate this gift, and not just sell it much like the others. Love always, Grandma' A day and a half drive later, a nd Ana found herself at the very home the letter had spoke of. the place was down right ere. a tall, dark, Victorian mansion surrounded by acre after acre of land. Driving down the narrow road was like entering a whole other place in time. The trees, much like the grass, were tall..endless. Though the place could have used some fixing up, Staci thought it had character. It would sure as hell be better than her small one bedroom apartment. I'll have to get a dog The comment left her lips softly. She couldn't imagine occupying such a vast space alone for long. Though rather independent, she figured that loneliness was sure to come into play. The spectacular sight of the home could only be matched b the interior. Deep mahogany flooring paved the way into a vast amount of rooms. Each traced with ancient, priceless paintings of serious faces that had long since past. The household had to be at least a hundred years old, and it appeared to have not changed much over the years. everything from the furniture, to the wall paper seemed timeless. the slender brunette was in awe of the place. it seemed to only have grown since the last time she had come many years ago. As a child she hated the place. She would always have nightmares. nightmares of a man walking the halls, lost, timeless..much like the house itself. Nightmares..or so that's what they told her. 'it was just a dream Ana, just a dream' and she grew to believe them. There was nothing quite as silly as believing in ghosts. ana was practical enough to realize that at a young enough age. And so now the house wasn't quite as frightening. She tossed her purse onto the nearest chair before heading up the spiraling staircase. There was nothing left to do for now, aside explore. When she finished exploring the house, she would head outside and explore the land. Once the adventurous side of Staci had been fulfilled, she may consider cleaning..but only if she was really bored by then. That was the plan, for now.center