Good Afternoon, while we wait for the creative process to become creative. I will take you back to one story that was the springboard for the haunted house project. I wrote that story back in 1999, and this presentation is a re -write.
So without any further delay I present "The Night Ghost".
It was raining outside when I woke from a terrible dream. In this dream a beautiful woman had been poisoned and suffered greatly, her closest childhood friend was the one that had done the poisoning. Chills, and fever were common, then blindness. After three days the woman died.... The funeral was somber and grand at the same time.
That was when the thunder and lightning woke me up, and lightning once again flashed, lighting up the Victorian room. The house I had been staying at was a Victorian Queen Anne mansion recently restored. When I first arrived, the inside was a mess, cobwebs hung like sheets and dust caked the furniture.
There was no use in trying to get back to sleep, so I decided to go walk around the house. I was startled at the fact I had a visitor in the corridor. It was the woman from my dream, she looked sickly, and tired. The apparitions' eyes burned into me and made me uneasy. Day broke and I decide to take a short nap, knowing that night she might return, and night fell on the house like a shroud. I awoke from the same dream, but this time it included the woman's internment in a tomb.
I decided to explore the house to find this tomb, and to my surprise; it was hidden in a secret passage just off the cellar, behind some old wine casks. The ghost appeared in her tomb and gazed at me for quite some time, she was quite close to me, about two and a half feet away. Her shroud was moving from an unseen draft. My heart pounded like a drum and I fled.
The old Grandfather clock startled me from my slumber in the late morning, and I decided it would be a good time to go back to the tomb. Old dried flowers covered the tattered shroud covereing the large casket, and candles were in a forrest of dusty cobwebs. On the wall behind the casket was a plaque with the death date infomation, she was only 23....
The rain outside was light as the house lost power, I had to light some candles or something. Shadows danced on the walls from the light of the flickering flames, I had decided it was too much for my imagination to handle and went to go fix the breaker box. I grabbed my head lamp and went down the stairs... .. Soon after that I decided to head upstairs to get some sleep.
Waiting for me upstairs was the ghost, and she beckoned me to come closer, the smell of lilacs filling my nose... As soon as I was three feet away she transformed into a screaming skeleton wraith. I shreiked down the stairs and lost my footing. I felt numb when I landed and to my horror my body was laying at the foot of the stairs with a broken neck.
I could see it through a hazy light, and it becme cold. I glanced up at a mirror and saw that I was .... a ...ghossssttt. The Beautiful woman glided down the stairs repeating in a hollow voice " At last you have returned my love.. at last we will be together!!"
