Fourth damn collaboration with Sammie. Dear god. ----------------------------------- Angelita's POV~ I floated through the house with a ghostly sigh. I was the ghost that haunted the manor. Pretty normal really. I was a Maid at the manor before I was murdered brutally on the thirteenth of December. I still remember my murder, crystal clear in my head. I was washing LeeAnne's clothes. LeeAnne had been the daughter of the master. The butler, Ronald, hated me so. After I heard a crash in the bathroom, I felt a strike through my back after I trotted in quickly. I coughed, and my eyes went wide. Ronald had been hiding behind the door, and with a simple shard of the elegant mirror, my heart stopped beating. The next thing I knew, here I was inside the manor again, except I had been staring at my blood stained body, and Ronald running to go fetch master James. I knew I wasn't going to leave this manor without finishing my job.
Evangelina's POV~ I stepped out of the car onto the gravel driveway. I walked round to the boot and took out my bags. They say this house is haunted by a maid that was killed years ago. Apparently her ghost floats through the halls, scaring everything in sight. Pah. Ghosts don't exist, and I'm going to prove it. I set my bags down onto the ground and waited for the car to drive off. I sigh and picked my bags back up and walked towards the front doors. Here goes... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sorry if it's a bit short!
Angelita's POV~ I floated to the window, watching the girl. I often was able to get people to believe ghosts. If she was one of those people-meaning people that don't believe in ghosts-I was going to do that, one way or another. My spirit's not resting, and absolutely will not leave this manor. ------------------- ^.^ Good job, Sammie! :3
Evangelina's POV~ I looked up to a window. I swear I saw something move in there. I shivered and unlocked the doors. "Wow this place is big!" I carried my bags upstairs. I think I'll have the biggest room, yeah that sounds good. I stepped into the room and almost tripped over a loose floorboard. I better get that fixed later, but first I gotta get some work done or my boss will kill me. I set my bag down on the floor and walked over to a desk. On the desk was a lamp. I wonder if it works... I switched it on and the light flickered on. Perfect. I got out my notepad and a pen and wrote in bold on the top: GHOSTS DO NOT EXSIST ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ BOOM!
Angelita~ I practically hid the closet, watching her trip and she wrote something. I floated over to her desk, and I looked at the note. I took the ink pen, and wrote sloppily, and I snorted to myself and wrote: Maybe you shouldn't doubt the spirit of the manor. I floated towards the floorboard she tripped on, and drained myself of all my electro-magnetic energy and pushed it in. I began unpacking a few of her things with the last bits of my energy, and floated around again. I sighed unhappily, and stared out the attic window.
Evangelina's POV~ My eyes widened at the writing and I stood up slowly and picked my ink pen off of the floor. "Ghosts do not exist... Ghosts do not ex-" I dropped my pen and stared at the bed. On the pillow was my night dress and slippers. I walked to the drawers and opened a draw to find all my clothes folded neatly and put in. "What are you?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sorry it's short!
Angelita~ I was drifting through the manor again, and my electro-magnetic energy seemed endless as I felt the darkness seep through. I floated to her room again, and sighed heavily, to see if she really did exist. I snorted, ready to show myself. I'm completely invisible, and using the electro-magnetic energy, I could show myself easily. Let's see how scary I can be.
Angelita~ I inspected the girl's room, and scoffed. I personally thought it looked like a pig's sty, then again, my old dearest doctor told me I had Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. I tidied a few things up, careful, not making any noise. I shuffled through some of her make-up, only to find a perfect shade of ravishing red to write with. Perfect. I looked at the white ivory wall that once belonged to Master James and his lovely family of three, and including the maids and butlers he had, including me. I wrote very carefully in my neat cursive. I am Angelita Moon of the Matrix Manor. I sure hope she didn't think that she would beat me at this ghost game. I would be almost a hundred-sixty years old. That is a long time to be dead from age twenty six. I've had maybe, thirteen families leave this house because of me. All I need is someone that can stand me, and live with my spirit haunting this manor. I never did forgive Ronlad Hutchinson. To tell him I never would forgive him, I pushed him into the rocky lake. And I floated in place, laughing at Ronald's blood splatter against the rocks. I may seem cruel, but being an Italian maid from a mafia family, that seemed like the right thing to do.
She seems it, she actually ENJOYED watching a boys blood splatter everywhere/die 0.0 I wouldnt like to live in that house 0..0
Evangelina's POV~ I shuffled about in the kitchen and made my self a cup of coffee and a piece of toast to eat. It's not much, but it's something. I walked up the stairs into my room. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw that my room was cleaned and everything was neatly put away. I looked around and saw the writing on the wall. My eyes narrowed, "Hell no am I cleaning that off!" I set my drink and toast down on the bedside table and got out my notepad and pen and scribbled out the previous heading. Instead I wrote a new one: GHOSTS MIGHT EXIST "There. Let's see what you think of that then, ghostie"
Angelita~ I grinned to myself, reading the heading. Might? I took the pen, and in my neat cursive, I replied. Might? I cleaned the wall off, smiling, floating up to the dusty attic. I have all my old, dressed up here and thought, "Hell. Why not see if she'd like my gowns." because there isn't a way in heaven I'm able to wear them. So one by one, and carefully, I took each dress from the box, and left a small note with my sloppy print because I was in a rush. Dresses from my day... See if you like them, dear. If you do...go up to the attic. -Angelita. I only brought three out of maybe, I don't know, seventeen? I'm trying to be nice, and not freak anyone out. I decided to clean up the kitchen, and do some more floating before hearing her reaction.
Evangelina's POV~ I read her note and looked at the dresses, I was shocked with how elegant they were, yet how simple they looked. I smiled to myself and say back at my desk, notepad open and ready to reply; GHOSTS EXIST. (And my house is haunted by the best ghost ever!) I yawned and finished off my coffee. I was too tired to take my plate and cup down to the kitchen so I left it on the desk. "Night Angelita." I pulled back the covers and laid down in bed.