บททั้งหมดของ Haunted: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

December 20, 1810 I am convinced that Fallon is suffering from some disease of the brain.She sulks all day and speaks to no one.In all the months that she has been here,she has yet to say a word of what happened in Egypt.It is almost as if she has erased the memory of that time from her mind.We have no idea what happened to her over there or how the deaths of her parents have affected her. Not even the celebrations we have planned for her birthday in two days time have been able to elicit a smile from her.She is like the walking dead,a shell of the girl she once was.Charles tells me she has taken a shine to reading and she spends some time in the library with him.Not speaking,just reading.I am truly taken aback by this girl,what can I possibly do to help her? The servants tell me that she leaves the Manor in the dead cold of night and walks around the grounds while speaking to herself.The snow which has fallen does not even deter her.What frightens me the most though is that the ser

In the shadows,she watched.The stupid woman had spent the night in this house,in his bed…. She looked at her surroundings.Much had changed in the manor.Almost nothing seemed the same,except for a few pieces of the original furniture and the fireplace.She remembered the years she had spent here,how miserable she had been,until he had told her he loved her,wanted to be with her.Like a fool she had believed him,even going so far as to give herself to him.Then he had betrayed her and killed her,as she would soon kill him…..and the woman he bedded. .......... “So….how was your first night in this creepy old house?” Beth felt a slow heat rise in her cheeks as she looked up across the breakfast table into Marcus’ mischievous eyes.Ethan was right.He was a great kid,with a wicked sense of humor.He was practically beaming when Ethan introduced them earlier and now he was making her blush. “Marcus,behave,”Ethan chided.“Beth is our guest.” “Its allright Ethan,”Beth said,”he was just asking

“Beth…” It felt as if she were hearing her name from a distance,as she vaguely became aware that she was no longer standing,but instead laying down.It was a struggle to open her eyes,the soothing comfort of the darkness holding her firmly in its grasp,offering her a sense of peace and sanity. She imagined herself floating on a cloud,the warmth of the sun caressing her on a beautiful summer’s day,but the same voice from before called to her again,more urgently than before. Ethan,yes,it was Ethan.And Marcus was there too,his voice soft and full of concern. “I swear to you Dad,”she heard him say,”she was fine when she went upstairs after breakfast.I thought she'd left already and the next thing I knew I heard her scream and when I came to look,I saw her lying at the top of the stairs.Thank God Noah arrived when he did.” Noah.She tried to remember where she’d heard that name…He was Marcus' nurse. It was still too much to open her eyes,it felt so good,the sun on her face,so gentle. Et

“Does she say anymore about Ginny?”Ethan asked.His pensive mood from before had lifted somewhat and he looked a bit more relaxed. Beth beamed a smile at him,a gesture filled with reassurance and love.The more time she spent in his company,the more she was convinced she would go to the end of the world with him if he should ask her to. “She doesn’t say much more about Ginny,”she replied,”but here’s a piece where she herself saw this other woman,the one that Ginny saw.And it was after you were born.” “What does she say?Beth,what is it?Read it to us.” “December 24,1984.I can’t believe that Ethan has grown so much.He’s only three months old but already so robust.I have my hands full with him but luckily Royce is as in love with him as I am.Its almost my baby’s first Christmas and my heart stops,everytime I think of what happened today....” Christmas Eve,1984 “I’m sorry my darling,”Royce said,bending down to give Polly a kiss on her head where she was sitting in the rocking chair in t

Rutherford Estate, 1809 Abigail Rutherford closed her parasol, as the sun disappeared in the darkening sky. Not even ten in the morning and already it seemed they were in for another dreary day of rain. How she loved her travels abroad, away from this miserable weather. Her heart jumped with excitement as their upcoming trip to Egypt came to mind, especially since this time, Arthur had promised that Fallon could join them. It was the last time they would do anything so extravagant as a family, for soon everything would change. Lord Carrick had made his intentions clear, and Arthur had been more than willing to accept his proposal. Come the summer, Fallon would marry Lord Carrick’s son, Warren. It was an arrangement which did not sit well with her young daughter. A husband and marriage was the last thing on her mind. She wanted excitement, to travel and see the world. Gentle, but free spirited with a steely resolve, Fallon was anything but a traditional English Rose. “Mother? You