Haunting Melody (One on One with ShadowOfAGirl)

[BlueNightEagle]

((This is between myself and ShadowOfAGirl, as stated in the title, no one else.))

A quiet, lonely mansion somewhere in Great Britain has recently been purchased by a young woman for personal reasons. But this mansion has a history, as well as tales and rumors about it. Some claim to have heard a violin playing on certain nights, a lonely, ghostly melody coming from the mansion that no one had lived in for years. Some say that a ghost still walks it's halls, the ghost of a young man from the last family to have lived in this mansion. The young man who disappeared while the rest of his family died, and many seemed to think he was responsible. They say that his ghost returned, cursed never to be allowed into the afterlife due to his terrible doing.
But these are only words of the mouth, rumors that have never really had any proof, and when cleaned and distant relatives finally put the mansion on the market, there was no signs of any ghost or anything else of the supernatural.

But... a song from a violin has played during the night from time to time, and as we all know, sometimes stories have a base, sometimes rumors have a truth that they were spun from. And sometimes, unexplained things happen... And exist.

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My character


((Artwork is not mind and belongs to it's respective owner))

Name- Shane Bernathid
Number of years that have passed since birth- 131
Age frozen at- 27
Height- 6' 2"
Personality- Unknown, though some have said he turned insane, and even his ghost is still as murderous and dangerous as his past self
History- Unknown, ignoring the rumors tales at least
Other information- Plays the violin, and also wears a formal black coat, pants, spats, and a white cuff-sleeved shirt underneath(in other words what he wears in the picture is not exactly accurate).

[ShadowOfAGirl]

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Name:
Millie Linda Carter
Age:
Just turned 18
Height:
5 foot 9
Personality:
Millie is a pretty curious person, she loves to investigate things and is never one to miss out on a adventure so to speak. She can have a very kind and caring side to her and will try to help people out though if they throw it back in her face to many times she can just leave them completely and it would be difficult to re gain her kind side, nearly impossible. When she dislikes someone she won't hide it, she will make her feelings very clear indeed though if she loves someone she won't show it hardly, it is very hard to tell.
History:
Her mum passed away when she was only four, leaving her, her little brother who's not so little now at 16 and her dad, her dad tried to get her to marry someone who was supposed to look after and care for her, Millie didn't think so herself, she really isn't cut out for being a house wife as such, she likes being outdoors and likes to think for herself to much to be at home cleaning all day, boring! Now she is currently in training to become a nurse, it's a life long dream of hers she is working towards slowly along with writing for the local newspaper.
Other Information - Nothing really, oh actually one thing, she normally wears dark colours after her mum died, navy, black, dark red, dark purple and such, oh and always dresses of course.

[BlueNightEagle]

((Would you like to begin with her entering her new home? Ghosty isn't going to show himself for a while))

[ShadowOfAGirl]

(*Giggles* Yeah sure, will post in a short while :3 )

[BlueNightEagle]

((Okie~))

[ShadowOfAGirl]

Millie pushed through the doors of her new home, a small smile on her face as she dropped the small bag she was carrying beside her feet, looking down the long hallway, she took a few steps in, looking around, no matter how many times she had come to view this house, well mansion almost, she never could get enough of it, it simply was just amazing, well to her it was anyway, so much to explore, so much unseen, so much unheard, she had of course heard of all the tales of the manor and that was why she had wanted it even more, she was eighteen, free and legal to be alone, to go into the world on her own, of course without the help of her part time job and her dad she never would of been able to afford such a nice place but thanks to him she had, of course she looked over as he walked through the door, looking at her, a smile also on his face as he took a few steps closer to her, putting a hand on her shoulder.

"I hope you will like it here, after all you chose it, in fact you couldn't take your eyes of it" he joked, looking down the hallway also. Millie nodded "Of course father, I loved it, there is so much undiscovered here, so much to see and explore." she ran a finger along the wall and frowned lightly "Also a lot of cleaning and dusting, it seems no one had lived here for quiet a while." she sighed softly and walked over to the staircase, the wooden stairs which seemed to be of need of a good polish, a thin layer of dust covered most things in the house, most things, of course Millie didn't notice the violin in the spare room upstairs that seemed clean and to be used often, she seemed to miss out on big clues quite a lot no matter how hard she tried to look around and how careful she tired to be about these things, after all she was better a writing and caring for people then anything else.

"Most of your stuff should already be here, upstairs in the main bedroom." her father said, looking over to the stairs also, he shook his head, wondering what his daughter really did see in this house, he really didn't see much in it, surely she could of picked something more clean and more...well up to date? Oh well, as long as she was happy that was all that mattered. "You know where I am if you need me, and your brother" he said, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before turning around and walking out the house, shutting the door leaving Millie alone in the house, finally, after 6 years of waiting she was finally in her own house to do as she liked when she liked, first things first though, unpacking and dusting, that really needed doing badly.

[BlueNightEagle]

((Yay I can write decently lengthy posts with you~!))

Indeed the place did need some cleaning, the last time it had been was about fifty years ago. The walls which were actually white and beige were saturated due to the dustiness, and the windows blocked out more light than they were able to let in. It also settled on the furniture and tables, the curtains and bed spreads, pretty much everywhere really. But even with this gray hue overlaying it, the home was large and nice, with architecture worth speaking of, and had a strong foundation.
On the outside, the small mansion was white, with a small porch lining it's front, and a balcony above that on the second floor. These were held up by stone pillars and lined with a small railing around the baloney, outlining it. Overall it really was a nice old home, and worth more than it had been purchased for. It's price was lower due to the fact that, until now, no one had wanted it, too many people were superstitious or did not like the idea of living in a home that was suppose to contain a ghost, a home that a whole family had all mysteriously died in...

The only picture, or portrait, in the home, was handing over the fireplace in the large, main den. A young man who looked to in his mid to late twenties was the person of the painting, with brown eyes and matching hair of the same shade. This was the only remaining evidence of the previous and last owners of the family who had lived here, until now, and or rather what was known anyway.
As as soon as the door of the house opened, someone, or something, stirred awake at the motion, as it was almost a part of the house and almost always knew when something occurred around or inside it. It had been in the same area and room as the violin that rested peaceful on a stand, the only thing that was not dusty in this estate.
But the being was silent as the grave, and it's presence was not even hinted toward or at all noticeable, and though curious about the visitor, did not approach or reveal itself. Not yet.

[ShadowOfAGirl]

(Same! :3 Finally (: )

Millie slowly walked up the stairs, ignoring the creeks they made as she stepped on each one, of course with some oil and polishing they would soon be fit and fine once again, she was sure of it. As she reached the landing she looked down the right hand side of it, onto empty space along with a few doors of course which led into other rooms. Millie sighed quietly before turning to walk to the left, opening the first door she came across and walking in, like her father had said all of her things, what little she actually had anyway was all put on the floor and bed in the room, this room seemed the only one to be clean, or at least more clean then the rest of them, someone must of been in here and cleaned it before she had actually arrived, seemed normal of her father to arrange something like that, after all he couldn't help but stick his nose in even just a tiny bit.

As she walked over to the bed, running a hand over it lightly, the room itself was pretty nice, two white walls and two red walls, heavy black out curtains and of course matching dark wood furniture, something Millie loved. She sat down on the end of the bed silently, just looking around the room, enjoying the silence and the peace, being alone didn't bother her and would't most likely, shame she didn't actually know she wasn't alone, that would of ruined her mood completely, luckily she thought she was, though she had heard the stories of this place, which made her even more interested in it, because of course she didn't believe in ghosts and the such, even when he mum had died she never had and probably never would, why would they exist? When you were dead...you were dead, simple as, right?

After a few moment Millie stood back up, taking a bag and putting it on the bed, unzipping it and pulling out a dress, she smiled lightly and went over to the wardrobe, getting out a clothes hanger and hanging it up neatly, of course since her mum had died she had been the one to do most of the cleaning and cooking around the house, along with the help of the maid her dad hired, he had said she should of had one here but Millie had kindly refused the offer, assuring him she could cope just fine by herself, of course that was a slight lie, she wouldn't be able to keep the house clean all the time, but it would be able to stay presentable anyway, or at least she hoped.

[BlueNightEagle]

A small, almost chilly breeze brushed through the room suddenly, as though from no where. However, it may have simply been due to the window being slightly opened and come from outside. In truth, it had not, even if she had no way of knowing it. Said presence had just walked, without a sound of course, right past the room she was in, and paused at the doorway, invisible to the normal, human eye. But then it moved on, not wanting to startle her or making her think it was anymore than a breeze escaping from outside.
It moved to a room it did not expect her to enter, for the time being at least, and sat down, or attempted to, lost in thought. It had been years since anymore had entered, though it was difficult to remember how many, each day seemed almost like the previous here, until now. And years more since anyone had stayed more than a few minutes, such as youngsters coming to see the old place just to prove that they were not afraid of any ghost, or, on rare occasion, someone coming to view the home as a possibility to buy it. No one ever did though.
But this girl... it was almost sure she had been here before. Yes, more than once she'd looked at this place, it just took him a few moments to remember.

Now it started to wonder if she was going to stay, and if so, how long, and if she was actually the new owner. And if that was true, what was this being going to do? It was afraid that revealing itself after she had just arrived and perhaps had a few mental doubts that their was a dangerous ghost living here would scare her off.
No, it'd wait until nightfall when it usually played. Perhaps if it only revealed it's existence bit by bit, she would not flee in horror. It did get dreadfully lonely with no one else in the house after all...

[ShadowOfAGirl]

Millie glanced up at the window, feeling a slight annoying breeze, she rolled her eyes and walked over to it, pulling the catch towards her and closing it shut, after all one thing Millie did hate was the cold, she really hated it a lot. Going back to the bag she picked up another dress handing it up neatly before sighing, of course it was going to be weird at first, having to get used to being alone in the house with no one else to talk to, but then maybe, just maybe she might actually meet someone who was special to her and meant something to her, not a forced love or arranged love, someone she could truly fall in love with and them do the same, but there was plenty of time for that of course, she was in no hurry really.

Once finished she dumped the bag on the floor, looking around the room quickly once more before turning on her heel and walking out the room and back onto the landing, maybe now would be a good time for a little exploring, seeing what rooms was what. She walked down the landing, pushing the door to the bathroom open, looking into it before stepping fully inside, she walked over to the bathtub and ran a finger along the side, pulling a small face at the dust that was on her finger, it seriously was dusty and unused in her, badly, that was all going to change, nothing was making her leave this house, she loved it already and this was going to be her house for many years to come she was sure of that one, but still this house had secrets it was hiding, she knew that much.

(Sorry for short post, going to bed now :3)