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Madeline faces reality and the ghosts
A chapter in the book The Unwilling Heir
The Unwilling Heir - Chap 14
by Begin Again
END OF CHAPTER 13
He smiled and introduced himself, "For now, you can call me Tim." His voice resonated with a quiet strength. "I've walked this path before you, navigating the complexities of this limbo. Your presence here is not a coincidence. I suggested to James and the Judge that you might hold the metaphorical and literal key to our salvation."
Sandra's heart raced as she absorbed the weight of Tim's words. "A key? What key?"
"You have the key to unlocking the mysteries that bind us here," James explained, his eyes reflecting a glimmer of hope. You have the power to unveil the secrets buried within this mansion, the truths hidden in forgotten memories."
"Me? But how?" Sandra's voice trembled with fear and determination.
Tim placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Through understanding, through courage, and through the choices you make. The path ahead is daunting, but you are not alone. A common goal, a shared destiny, binds us."
Sandra looked around, her eyes meeting those of her spectral companions and the strangers who were not quite mortal, not quite ghosts.
"Will you help us, Sandra?" Lorrie's voice carried a plea and a promise.
Sandra took a deep breath, steeling herself for the journey ahead. "Yes," she said with conviction, her voice steadier now. "I'll do whatever I can to help." Knowing she had no idea what she was getting herself into but determined to discover the secrets buried within the mansion walls, she agreed.
*****
CHAPTER 14
The sound of voices had drawn Madeline to the staircase. Fear and exhaustion were etched across her face, erasing her usual air of haughtiness. Her hair, usually perfectly styled, was disheveled, strands escaping the confines of her bun. Dark circles marred her eyes, evidence of the horrors she'd encountered — the loss of loved ones, the betrayal of trust, and the constant threat of danger.
After she struggled to wake from Lorrie's tea-induced sleep, the line between reality and dream was blurred. Now, as she huddled on the staircase, her shoulders were hunched as if expecting another wave of terror. Her hands trembled, her fingers gripping the worn railing. Her thoughts were a chaotic mix of the past — the horrifying nightmares, pangs of jealousy towards Sandra's acceptance into the mansion — a place Madeline had longed to be a part of, and most of all, the regret of lost opportunities of a life with Noah. Tears welled in her eyes as memories of Noah intertwined with the guilt of her betrayal.
"Why Sandra? Why not me?" Madeline's voice was a whisper, a plea to the universe. But she quickly silenced her thoughts. "Don't go there. You know what you've become since marrying Noah." Her voice was laced with bitterness, her mind a whirlwind of confusion, and yet, her heart yearned for something more, something she'd lost. The internal battle she waged was a storm of emotions threatening to consume her.
At the thought of Noah, the threatening tears prevailed and rolled down her cheeks. She brushed them away with her hand, reprimanding herself for lapsing into such foolishness. "It's too late! What's done is done, and you can't bring him back." Her words were a desperate plea, a futile attempt to convince herself of a truth she was unwilling to accept.
Madeline found herself in a perplexing dilemma, torn between her sense of reality and the unfolding events in the study below. She observed Sandra's interactions with the ethereal figures, her mind grappling with the question of their true nature. Were they mere figments of her imagination, ordinary humans, or something more extraordinary? A mix of skepticism and a glimmer of hope battled within her as she saw the ghostly figures, their movements casting eerie shadows on the walls. Sandra's ease of interaction with them amazed her.
A chill penetrated her bones, and icy tendrils of fear coiled around her heart as she sensed a presence on the staircase. The steps groaned beneath the unseen weight, and Madeline's head jerked toward the sound. Her breath misted in the frigid air as her eyes strained to see who was there.
She gasped, her heart skipping a beat, as the familiar scent of Noah's favorite cologne, a bittersweet memory, wafted toward her. Her voice caught in her throat, words failing her as she struggled to understand what was happening.
She whispered, "Noah?" She shivered, blinking to adjust her vision, but the figure remained. Stammering, she spoke, her voice barely audible. "Is this another nightmare? Am I imagining all of this?"
As if locked in a silent struggle, the ethereal figure advanced and retreated, its form flickering in and out of the darkness. With a final, deliberate step, it descended the stairs, materializing before Madeline's terrified gaze.
"Noah!" Madeline choked, her voice breaking with a mixture of disbelief and fear. Tears welled in her eyes as she stood, her legs trembling beneath her.
His fingers brushed the stray strands of hair away from her face, and he gently caressed her cheek. "Madeline, what happened to the woman I fell in love with?" he asked, his voice filled with longing, sadness, and a bit of reproach. "Is the treasure that important to you?"
Her lips quivered as she tried to speak, but the words would not form as she stared into the eyes of her deceased husband.
His facial features softened in the dim light as his hand dropped to his side. A flicker of warmth passed between their bodies before the chill returned. "Have you not learned anything? The mansion is a place of redemption or damnation. Choose wisely, my love."
Openly crying, Madeline's voice trembled with emotion, "You — still — love me? How is that — possible?"
Noah reached out his ghostly hand and touched her cheek. "Madeline, my heart was always yours. The treasure blinded you to my love."
Her eyes turned to focus on the scene below. "But everyone, including Lorrie and James, is consumed with finding the treasure. Isn't that why you are here?"
"I was. I was the catalyst for the search, not for my salvation, but theirs."
"I don't understand. Why would they need or want the treasure if they are truly ghosts and not part of my imagination? It can't possibly help them, can it?"
"They seek peace and forgiveness for their past wrongdoings. This is their purgatory. Their one chance to make amends or end in eternal damnation."
"Make amends? But how? The world would be turned inside out if ghosts began appearing everywhere."
Noah chuckled. "Heavenly bodies already mingle with the world, my love, but those in the mansion have not achieved that advantage. They require assistance, which was my position and possibly Sandra's, until my untimely death."
Madeline gasped and dropped her eyes toward the floor. She turned away, unable to face Noah's gaze. "I never meant to hurt you. Yes, I wanted the treasure, but I didn't know how far the sheriff would go to obtain the promise of wealth until it was too late."
"I know. You were blinded by the possibilities of a better tomorrow. I'm sorry my love wasn't enough for you."
Tears streamed down her face as she spun around to face Noah. "But it was! I wouldn't listen to my heart." She choked and shook her head, mumbling, "It's too late, but I am sorry."
Noah opened his arms and stretched them toward Madeline, offering her a safe haven and his forgiveness. Madeline's rigid posture slowly softened, letting the tension seep from her body. She leaned into Noah's ghostly frame and whispered his name, a silent plea for forgiveness and guidance, igniting a spark of hope amidst the dark despair.
******
"Look!" Victoria's voice was shrill as her slender hand pointed toward the staircase. "What's she doing here? Hasn't she caused enough trouble?" Her body glided swiftly across the room and up the stairs, carrying a frigid cold with her.
"And you —" Victoria sneered as she addressed Noah. "You are a bigger simpleton than I thought. This harlot cheated on you, causing your death and jeopardizing any of our chances to reach the hereafter."
The momentary warmth Madeline felt in Noah's arms evaporated as she quivered under Victoria's gaze, fearing another violent attack. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Her throat tightened as if Victoria was gripping it.
"Victoria!" Lorrie's harsh voice stopped the woman from proceeding further. "Leave her alone. It's not your place anymore."
"My place!" Victoria waved her gloved hand toward Madeline's trembling figure. "She could never replace me as the mistress of this mansion. Society laughed behind her back as she made a fool of herself."
James had joined the calamity of bodies on the staircase. "It's not nor will it ever be your choice, Victoria. Your time has come and gone. Your only mission is to find redemption for you and your beloved judge. And since I make that final decision, it might be wise of you to mind your tongue and leave Madeline alone."
Victoria's hand snapped her silk fan in Madeline's direction before using it to cover her mouth as she whispered, "Until we meet again." Without another word, her stately figure vanished from the staircase, leaving Madeline shaking uncontrollably.
Without malice, Lorrie reached her hand out toward Madeline. "Come with me. I'll fix you a nice cup of tea to calm your nerves."
Madeline's eyes darted past the railing at everyone below. Her voice cracked, "Down — there?" She turned to look back upstairs, searching for Noah. "Where's —"
"Noah?" James gazed at the frightened woman, feeling a bit of compassion for her. "He didn't willingly desert you, but in the world of spirits, he's a newbie, and for now, he must respect those who came before him. He's not strong enough to take on a battle with Victoria. At least for now."
Lorrie piped up, "But I am and always will be. I won't let that woman harm you as long as it's what Noah desires." The portly housekeeper took Madeline's hand and smiled. "We might even become friends, deary, if you give all of us a chance."
Before Madeline could answer, she felt a slight tug on her arm and found herself standing in the kitchen. The room was filled with the aroma of freshly baked loaves of bread and pastries. Her eyes darted around the room and then at Lorrie.
Lorrie chuckled at the confusion spreading across Madeline's face and immediately felt a pang of regret. Maybe if she'd tried a bit harder, things would have been different from the start. Lorrie knew she'd not given the new mistress much of a decent welcome when she arrived at the mansion, wide-eyed and full of her step-up in the world. Having been Noah's right hand for many years, Lorrie hadn't given up her position gracefully.
Maybe this was her moment of redemption.
"Knowing your fear of the ones in the study, I took the shortcut. It's one of the bonuses of being a ghost. I can travel wherever I want to go in a flash." Lorrie placed a tea kettle on the stove and busied herself with the pastries. She nodded toward the back porch. "I believe a gentleman is waiting for you outside.
Still fearing the worst, Madeline frowned and glanced warily at the door. "Waiting for me?"
"There's nothing to fear, deary. Noah has asked me to serve you tea while the two of you chat." Lorrie grinned. "The way I see it, he'd like to resume the conversation you shared on the stairs before Victoria barged onto the scene."
Madeline's hand flew to her hair and then to her disheveled clothing. "But I —"
A loud chuckle burst from Lorrie's mouth, and her body shook with amusement. "He sees you through the eyes of love. You will always look beautiful and perfect to him. Now go! Even ghosts can get tired of waiting."
END OF CHAPTER 13
He smiled and introduced himself, "For now, you can call me Tim." His voice resonated with a quiet strength. "I've walked this path before you, navigating the complexities of this limbo. Your presence here is not a coincidence. I suggested to James and the Judge that you might hold the metaphorical and literal key to our salvation."
Sandra's heart raced as she absorbed the weight of Tim's words. "A key? What key?"
"You have the key to unlocking the mysteries that bind us here," James explained, his eyes reflecting a glimmer of hope. You have the power to unveil the secrets buried within this mansion, the truths hidden in forgotten memories."
"Me? But how?" Sandra's voice trembled with fear and determination.
Tim placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Through understanding, through courage, and through the choices you make. The path ahead is daunting, but you are not alone. A common goal, a shared destiny, binds us."
Sandra looked around, her eyes meeting those of her spectral companions and the strangers who were not quite mortal, not quite ghosts.
"Will you help us, Sandra?" Lorrie's voice carried a plea and a promise.
Sandra took a deep breath, steeling herself for the journey ahead. "Yes," she said with conviction, her voice steadier now. "I'll do whatever I can to help." Knowing she had no idea what she was getting herself into but determined to discover the secrets buried within the mansion walls, she agreed.
*****
CHAPTER 14
The sound of voices had drawn Madeline to the staircase. Fear and exhaustion were etched across her face, erasing her usual air of haughtiness. Her hair, usually perfectly styled, was disheveled, strands escaping the confines of her bun. Dark circles marred her eyes, evidence of the horrors she'd encountered — the loss of loved ones, the betrayal of trust, and the constant threat of danger.
After she struggled to wake from Lorrie's tea-induced sleep, the line between reality and dream was blurred. Now, as she huddled on the staircase, her shoulders were hunched as if expecting another wave of terror. Her hands trembled, her fingers gripping the worn railing. Her thoughts were a chaotic mix of the past — the horrifying nightmares, pangs of jealousy towards Sandra's acceptance into the mansion — a place Madeline had longed to be a part of, and most of all, the regret of lost opportunities of a life with Noah. Tears welled in her eyes as memories of Noah intertwined with the guilt of her betrayal.
"Why Sandra? Why not me?" Madeline's voice was a whisper, a plea to the universe. But she quickly silenced her thoughts. "Don't go there. You know what you've become since marrying Noah." Her voice was laced with bitterness, her mind a whirlwind of confusion, and yet, her heart yearned for something more, something she'd lost. The internal battle she waged was a storm of emotions threatening to consume her.
At the thought of Noah, the threatening tears prevailed and rolled down her cheeks. She brushed them away with her hand, reprimanding herself for lapsing into such foolishness. "It's too late! What's done is done, and you can't bring him back." Her words were a desperate plea, a futile attempt to convince herself of a truth she was unwilling to accept.
Madeline found herself in a perplexing dilemma, torn between her sense of reality and the unfolding events in the study below. She observed Sandra's interactions with the ethereal figures, her mind grappling with the question of their true nature. Were they mere figments of her imagination, ordinary humans, or something more extraordinary? A mix of skepticism and a glimmer of hope battled within her as she saw the ghostly figures, their movements casting eerie shadows on the walls. Sandra's ease of interaction with them amazed her.
A chill penetrated her bones, and icy tendrils of fear coiled around her heart as she sensed a presence on the staircase. The steps groaned beneath the unseen weight, and Madeline's head jerked toward the sound. Her breath misted in the frigid air as her eyes strained to see who was there.
She gasped, her heart skipping a beat, as the familiar scent of Noah's favorite cologne, a bittersweet memory, wafted toward her. Her voice caught in her throat, words failing her as she struggled to understand what was happening.
She whispered, "Noah?" She shivered, blinking to adjust her vision, but the figure remained. Stammering, she spoke, her voice barely audible. "Is this another nightmare? Am I imagining all of this?"
As if locked in a silent struggle, the ethereal figure advanced and retreated, its form flickering in and out of the darkness. With a final, deliberate step, it descended the stairs, materializing before Madeline's terrified gaze.
"Noah!" Madeline choked, her voice breaking with a mixture of disbelief and fear. Tears welled in her eyes as she stood, her legs trembling beneath her.
His fingers brushed the stray strands of hair away from her face, and he gently caressed her cheek. "Madeline, what happened to the woman I fell in love with?" he asked, his voice filled with longing, sadness, and a bit of reproach. "Is the treasure that important to you?"
Her lips quivered as she tried to speak, but the words would not form as she stared into the eyes of her deceased husband.
His facial features softened in the dim light as his hand dropped to his side. A flicker of warmth passed between their bodies before the chill returned. "Have you not learned anything? The mansion is a place of redemption or damnation. Choose wisely, my love."
Openly crying, Madeline's voice trembled with emotion, "You — still — love me? How is that — possible?"
Noah reached out his ghostly hand and touched her cheek. "Madeline, my heart was always yours. The treasure blinded you to my love."
Her eyes turned to focus on the scene below. "But everyone, including Lorrie and James, is consumed with finding the treasure. Isn't that why you are here?"
"I was. I was the catalyst for the search, not for my salvation, but theirs."
"I don't understand. Why would they need or want the treasure if they are truly ghosts and not part of my imagination? It can't possibly help them, can it?"
"They seek peace and forgiveness for their past wrongdoings. This is their purgatory. Their one chance to make amends or end in eternal damnation."
"Make amends? But how? The world would be turned inside out if ghosts began appearing everywhere."
Noah chuckled. "Heavenly bodies already mingle with the world, my love, but those in the mansion have not achieved that advantage. They require assistance, which was my position and possibly Sandra's, until my untimely death."
He smiled and introduced himself, "For now, you can call me Tim." His voice resonated with a quiet strength. "I've walked this path before you, navigating the complexities of this limbo. Your presence here is not a coincidence. I suggested to James and the Judge that you might hold the metaphorical and literal key to our salvation."
Sandra's heart raced as she absorbed the weight of Tim's words. "A key? What key?"
"You have the key to unlocking the mysteries that bind us here," James explained, his eyes reflecting a glimmer of hope. You have the power to unveil the secrets buried within this mansion, the truths hidden in forgotten memories."
"Me? But how?" Sandra's voice trembled with fear and determination.
Tim placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Through understanding, through courage, and through the choices you make. The path ahead is daunting, but you are not alone. A common goal, a shared destiny, binds us."
Sandra looked around, her eyes meeting those of her spectral companions and the strangers who were not quite mortal, not quite ghosts.
"Will you help us, Sandra?" Lorrie's voice carried a plea and a promise.
Sandra took a deep breath, steeling herself for the journey ahead. "Yes," she said with conviction, her voice steadier now. "I'll do whatever I can to help." Knowing she had no idea what she was getting herself into but determined to discover the secrets buried within the mansion walls, she agreed.
*****
CHAPTER 14
The sound of voices had drawn Madeline to the staircase. Fear and exhaustion were etched across her face, erasing her usual air of haughtiness. Her hair, usually perfectly styled, was disheveled, strands escaping the confines of her bun. Dark circles marred her eyes, evidence of the horrors she'd encountered — the loss of loved ones, the betrayal of trust, and the constant threat of danger.
After she struggled to wake from Lorrie's tea-induced sleep, the line between reality and dream was blurred. Now, as she huddled on the staircase, her shoulders were hunched as if expecting another wave of terror. Her hands trembled, her fingers gripping the worn railing. Her thoughts were a chaotic mix of the past — the horrifying nightmares, pangs of jealousy towards Sandra's acceptance into the mansion — a place Madeline had longed to be a part of, and most of all, the regret of lost opportunities of a life with Noah. Tears welled in her eyes as memories of Noah intertwined with the guilt of her betrayal.
"Why Sandra? Why not me?" Madeline's voice was a whisper, a plea to the universe. But she quickly silenced her thoughts. "Don't go there. You know what you've become since marrying Noah." Her voice was laced with bitterness, her mind a whirlwind of confusion, and yet, her heart yearned for something more, something she'd lost. The internal battle she waged was a storm of emotions threatening to consume her.
At the thought of Noah, the threatening tears prevailed and rolled down her cheeks. She brushed them away with her hand, reprimanding herself for lapsing into such foolishness. "It's too late! What's done is done, and you can't bring him back." Her words were a desperate plea, a futile attempt to convince herself of a truth she was unwilling to accept.
Madeline found herself in a perplexing dilemma, torn between her sense of reality and the unfolding events in the study below. She observed Sandra's interactions with the ethereal figures, her mind grappling with the question of their true nature. Were they mere figments of her imagination, ordinary humans, or something more extraordinary? A mix of skepticism and a glimmer of hope battled within her as she saw the ghostly figures, their movements casting eerie shadows on the walls. Sandra's ease of interaction with them amazed her.
A chill penetrated her bones, and icy tendrils of fear coiled around her heart as she sensed a presence on the staircase. The steps groaned beneath the unseen weight, and Madeline's head jerked toward the sound. Her breath misted in the frigid air as her eyes strained to see who was there.
She gasped, her heart skipping a beat, as the familiar scent of Noah's favorite cologne, a bittersweet memory, wafted toward her. Her voice caught in her throat, words failing her as she struggled to understand what was happening.
She whispered, "Noah?" She shivered, blinking to adjust her vision, but the figure remained. Stammering, she spoke, her voice barely audible. "Is this another nightmare? Am I imagining all of this?"
As if locked in a silent struggle, the ethereal figure advanced and retreated, its form flickering in and out of the darkness. With a final, deliberate step, it descended the stairs, materializing before Madeline's terrified gaze.
"Noah!" Madeline choked, her voice breaking with a mixture of disbelief and fear. Tears welled in her eyes as she stood, her legs trembling beneath her.
His fingers brushed the stray strands of hair away from her face, and he gently caressed her cheek. "Madeline, what happened to the woman I fell in love with?" he asked, his voice filled with longing, sadness, and a bit of reproach. "Is the treasure that important to you?"
Her lips quivered as she tried to speak, but the words would not form as she stared into the eyes of her deceased husband.
His facial features softened in the dim light as his hand dropped to his side. A flicker of warmth passed between their bodies before the chill returned. "Have you not learned anything? The mansion is a place of redemption or damnation. Choose wisely, my love."
Openly crying, Madeline's voice trembled with emotion, "You — still — love me? How is that — possible?"
Noah reached out his ghostly hand and touched her cheek. "Madeline, my heart was always yours. The treasure blinded you to my love."
Her eyes turned to focus on the scene below. "But everyone, including Lorrie and James, is consumed with finding the treasure. Isn't that why you are here?"
"I was. I was the catalyst for the search, not for my salvation, but theirs."
"I don't understand. Why would they need or want the treasure if they are truly ghosts and not part of my imagination? It can't possibly help them, can it?"
"They seek peace and forgiveness for their past wrongdoings. This is their purgatory. Their one chance to make amends or end in eternal damnation."
"Make amends? But how? The world would be turned inside out if ghosts began appearing everywhere."
Noah chuckled. "Heavenly bodies already mingle with the world, my love, but those in the mansion have not achieved that advantage. They require assistance, which was my position and possibly Sandra's, until my untimely death."
Madeline gasped and dropped her eyes toward the floor. She turned away, unable to face Noah's gaze. "I never meant to hurt you. Yes, I wanted the treasure, but I didn't know how far the sheriff would go to obtain the promise of wealth until it was too late."
"I know. You were blinded by the possibilities of a better tomorrow. I'm sorry my love wasn't enough for you."
Tears streamed down her face as she spun around to face Noah. "But it was! I wouldn't listen to my heart." She choked and shook her head, mumbling, "It's too late, but I am sorry."
Noah opened his arms and stretched them toward Madeline, offering her a safe haven and his forgiveness. Madeline's rigid posture slowly softened, letting the tension seep from her body. She leaned into Noah's ghostly frame and whispered his name, a silent plea for forgiveness and guidance, igniting a spark of hope amidst the dark despair.
******
"Look!" Victoria's voice was shrill as her slender hand pointed toward the staircase. "What's she doing here? Hasn't she caused enough trouble?" Her body glided swiftly across the room and up the stairs, carrying a frigid cold with her.
"And you —" Victoria sneered as she addressed Noah. "You are a bigger simpleton than I thought. This harlot cheated on you, causing your death and jeopardizing any of our chances to reach the hereafter."
The momentary warmth Madeline felt in Noah's arms evaporated as she quivered under Victoria's gaze, fearing another violent attack. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Her throat tightened as if Victoria was gripping it.
"Victoria!" Lorrie's harsh voice stopped the woman from proceeding further. "Leave her alone. It's not your place anymore."
"My place!" Victoria waved her gloved hand toward Madeline's trembling figure. "She could never replace me as the mistress of this mansion. Society laughed behind her back as she made a fool of herself."
James had joined the calamity of bodies on the staircase. "It's not nor will it ever be your choice, Victoria. Your time has come and gone. Your only mission is to find redemption for you and your beloved judge. And since I make that final decision, it might be wise of you to mind your tongue and leave Madeline alone."
Victoria's hand snapped her silk fan in Madeline's direction before using it to cover her mouth as she whispered, "Until we meet again." Without another word, her stately figure vanished from the staircase, leaving Madeline shaking uncontrollably.
Without malice, Lorrie reached her hand out toward Madeline. "Come with me. I'll fix you a nice cup of tea to calm your nerves."
Madeline's eyes darted past the railing at everyone below. Her voice cracked, "Down — there?" She turned to look back upstairs, searching for Noah. "Where's —"
"Noah?" James gazed at the frightened woman, feeling a bit of compassion for her. "He didn't willingly desert you, but in the world of spirits, he's a newbie, and for now, he must respect those who came before him. He's not strong enough to take on a battle with Victoria. At least for now."
Lorrie piped up, "But I am and always will be. I won't let that woman harm you as long as it's what Noah desires." The portly housekeeper took Madeline's hand and smiled. "We might even become friends, deary, if you give all of us a chance."
Before Madeline could answer, she felt a slight tug on her arm and found herself standing in the kitchen. The room was filled with the aroma of freshly baked loaves of bread and pastries. Her eyes darted around the room and then at Lorrie.
Lorrie chuckled at the confusion spreading across Madeline's face and immediately felt a pang of regret. Maybe if she'd tried a bit harder, things would have been different from the start. Lorrie knew she'd not given the new mistress much of a decent welcome when she arrived at the mansion, wide-eyed and full of her step-up in the world. Having been Noah's right hand for many years, Lorrie hadn't given up her position gracefully.
Maybe this was her moment of redemption.
"Knowing your fear of the ones in the study, I took the shortcut. It's one of the bonuses of being a ghost. I can travel wherever I want to go in a flash." Lorrie placed a tea kettle on the stove and busied herself with the pastries. She nodded toward the back porch. "I believe a gentleman is waiting for you outside.
Still fearing the worst, Madeline frowned and glanced warily at the door. "Waiting for me?"
"There's nothing to fear, deary. Noah has asked me to serve you tea while the two of you chat." Lorrie grinned. "The way I see it, he'd like to resume the conversation you shared on the stairs before Victoria barged onto the scene."
Madeline's hand flew to her hair and then to her disheveled clothing. "But I —"
A loud chuckle burst from Lorrie's mouth, and her body shook with amusement. "He sees you through the eyes of love. You will always look beautiful and perfect to him. Now go! Even ghosts can get tired of waiting."
 Recognized |
Sandra Monroe - fledgling investigative reporter
Annie - Sandra's loyal assistant
Les - Sandra's boss
Detective Ryan Hamilton
Judge William Parker
Benny Gonzales - The Hitman
Lorrie - the housekeeper
James Matthews - writer living in the mansion's carriage house
Noah Wakefield - deceased
Madeline Wakefield - widow
Tim - The Familiar Stranger
Kitty, Maggie, Frank, Teresa - ghosts from Madeline's past
The sheriff - An evil man given one last chance to change his ways
Victoria - the ghostly FORMER mistress in the 1800s
Pays
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and 2 member cents. Annie - Sandra's loyal assistant
Les - Sandra's boss
Detective Ryan Hamilton
Judge William Parker
Benny Gonzales - The Hitman
Lorrie - the housekeeper
James Matthews - writer living in the mansion's carriage house
Noah Wakefield - deceased
Madeline Wakefield - widow
Tim - The Familiar Stranger
Kitty, Maggie, Frank, Teresa - ghosts from Madeline's past
The sheriff - An evil man given one last chance to change his ways
Victoria - the ghostly FORMER mistress in the 1800s
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