“Legend has it the Charles Manor is restless, that there’s a spirit haunting its grounds day and night. The story was a businessman named Charles met a beautiful maiden named Elizabeth. Charles brought her back and people say after Charles left for work early the next day, he was never seen again. The same goes for Elizabeth. Legend had been told that Charles killed Elizabeth the night before and her spirit has been haunting the house ever since.”
12-year-old Wes stared at his grandfather wide-eyed and full of curiosity. “You don’t believe that, do you grandpa?”
His grandfather chuckled. “Of course not, kiddo. It’s just a story. Now I think it’s time for you to head off to head.”
10 Years Later…
With all the necessary gears in the backpack behind him, Wes was ready to find out whether or not the stories he heard as a kid was true. He spent his entire college career researching about the Charles Manor. It exists and at last, he’s going to discover the truth.
As he got near the manor, he heard a loud ruckus and became more and more curious. He looked around the grass overgrown garden and inquired. “Hello? Is there anyone there?”
The ruckus stopped and within minutes, a wide-eyed girl who couldn’t be older than 18 met Wes at the door. She wore a billowy white gown and her hair was the most beautiful shade of honey blond. “W-who are you?”
“I’m Wes and you are?” He shoved his hand toward her but she made no motion to shake it.
“Um, it doesn’t matter. Why don’t you come on in?” Wes was all too happy to accept the offer. He advanced across the threshold and looked around the veranda. It must had been grand at one time, he thought, giving the fallen chandelier a quick glance before returning his attention to the girl.
She stepped across the threshold and grinned. “What are you doing?”
“I am so sorry, Wes. You have been a kind stranger to free me from this place. Charles knew what I was when he trapped me in here 150 years ago. He made it so one person had to stay behind. I am so sorry.” Then she disappeared in a blink of an eye.
“Elizabeth.” Wes muttered banging his fist on the invisible barrier.