Mary Kendall, A Ghost Story
@CravenLestat gifted me a ghost sim with a sad story. This is his story about how she became a ghost. The Mary Kendall Story :( Mary was a only child born to a poor family from the town o...
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Mary Kendall, A Ghost Story
Awakening
Mary stretches and opens her eyes. Soft, fluffy piles of snow are covering the world around her. The air is crisp and the landscape appears frozen in time. The snow has stopped falling. The night sky has turned the world a strangely bitter blue and it is freezing cold. She is totally creeped out as she stands in the snow that is freezing her already frozen limbs.
She thinks to herself. "Why, oh why, can I not wake in summer. Beautiful blue skies, magnificent thunderstorms, the smell of freshly cut grass, the buzzing of bees as they collect honey, glorious fry your feet on the pavement heat...summer."
She sighs and a misty cloud forms in front of her face as her breath frosts.
"Sugarsmacks! I've awakened again for what purpose? To haunt the lodge until the fates release me back into my grave. This is not my idea of heaven. I guess this could be hell...awakening every winter and disappearing every spring. I've lost track of how many years it has been. By the dates on the newspapers, the Fates occasionally left me alone to sleep for many years at a time. I hope no one is living in the house, but they are easily gotten rid of if that is the case."
Mary turns around and peers at the grave marker. She tries to enter but it is blocked as usual.
She shouts into the wind that has suddenly picked up. "The Fates are cruel! Vicious! Wicked! Will this torment ever end?"
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The ghost floats around the house looking at the changes since her last visitation. Most of the windows are now boarded up. More holes have appeared in the foundation and most of the fence is missing. The plantings are dying or already dead from neglect. It's possible it has been several years since her last awakening. She hopes a paper will be delivered but if not she will go to town later. She notices several ghost gnomes on the property.
"Good they are still here. That ought to help keep anyone from buying the place. I wish I knew why they stay and I don't. They couldn't explain it, except that I was probably tied to winter because of my untimely death. Death...it was MURDER! Outright murder! I hope those peahens got their just rewards for their despicable act!"
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Mary lights a fire and tries to warm her freezing body. Even the warmth of the fire does not touch her core and she remains frozen. Her teeth chatter and she shivers constantly.
"What a cruel trick to play on a young girl who only wanted friendship."
Mary sobs, overwhelmed by grief.
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Once she has cried all she can cry she explores the house. Amazing how many tenants leave stuff behind. She finds some old luggage in the stairwell and goes through it carefully. Her stash of funds was hidden well in the attic, but it would be nice to find some forgotten cash to add to it.
"What careless people left these warm outfits and blankets. Perhaps the ghosts did such a good job of haunting they left in a hurry leaving all this behind. That's ok, these will make a nice nest for me and some new outfits to wear." She smiles happily and more so when she finds a few simoleons as well. More to add to her stash.
A bed was left in the large upstairs bedroom and she puts sheets and blankets on it and lights the fireplace to warm the room. She laughs wondering what the townsfolk will think seeing smoke from the chimneys of the lodge.
"I wonder who took the wall down that divided the room?"
She floats up into the hidden attic and notices her belongings are still safe. No one has found the hidden entrance. She makes her way into the real attic and finds a bookcase and trunk. "Good, I will have some reading material. I hope they are fairly recent books."
The trunk has some oil lamps and oil for lighting and a few boxes she will explore later.
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Her stomach growls and Mary wonders why the Fates made it so ghosts need to eat? The stove still works and she fixes a bowl of soup enjoying the warmth as she swallows but it still doesn't warm her up. Her teeth stop chattering so that is a plus.
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Mary wanders around outside after eating and finds someone has built a snowman. She is startled by the snowman and very disturbed by it. She knows a snowman had something to do with her death and she is frightened and angry. Her instinct kicks in and she jumps on the snowman destroying it. "Winter schminter! I HATE WINTER!!", Mary exclaims to the world at large.
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Awakening
Mary stretches and opens her eyes. Soft, fluffy piles of snow are covering the world around her. The air is crisp and the landscape appears frozen in time. The snow has stopped falling. The night sky has turned the world a strangely bitter blue and it is freezing cold. She is totally creeped out as she stands in the snow that is freezing her already frozen limbs.
She thinks to herself. "Why, oh why, can I not wake in summer. Beautiful blue skies, magnificent thunderstorms, the smell of freshly cut grass, the buzzing of bees as they collect honey, glorious fry your feet on the pavement heat...summer."
She sighs and a misty cloud forms in front of her face as her breath frosts.
"Sugarsmacks! I've awakened again for what purpose? To haunt the lodge until the fates release me back into my grave. This is not my idea of heaven. I guess this could be hell...awakening every winter and disappearing every spring. I've lost track of how many years it has been. By the dates on the newspapers, the Fates occasionally left me alone to sleep for many years at a time. I hope no one is living in the house, but they are easily gotten rid of if that is the case."
Mary turns around and peers at the grave marker. She tries to enter but it is blocked as usual.
She shouts into the wind that has suddenly picked up. "The Fates are cruel! Vicious! Wicked! Will this torment ever end?"
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The ghost floats around the house looking at the changes since her last visitation. Most of the windows are now boarded up. More holes have appeared in the foundation and most of the fence is missing. The plantings are dying or already dead from neglect. It's possible it has been several years since her last awakening. She hopes a paper will be delivered but if not she will go to town later. She notices several ghost gnomes on the property.
"Good they are still here. That ought to help keep anyone from buying the place. I wish I knew why they stay and I don't. They couldn't explain it, except that I was probably tied to winter because of my untimely death. Death...it was MURDER! Outright murder! I hope those peahens got their just rewards for their despicable act!"
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Mary lights a fire and tries to warm her freezing body. Even the warmth of the fire does not touch her core and she remains frozen. Her teeth chatter and she shivers constantly.
"What a cruel trick to play on a young girl who only wanted friendship."
Mary sobs, overwhelmed by grief.
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Once she has cried all she can cry she explores the house. Amazing how many tenants leave stuff behind. She finds some old luggage in the stairwell and goes through it carefully. Her stash of funds was hidden well in the attic, but it would be nice to find some forgotten cash to add to it.
"What careless people left these warm outfits and blankets. Perhaps the ghosts did such a good job of haunting they left in a hurry leaving all this behind. That's ok, these will make a nice nest for me and some new outfits to wear." She smiles happily and more so when she finds a few simoleons as well. More to add to her stash.
A bed was left in the large upstairs bedroom and she puts sheets and blankets on it and lights the fireplace to warm the room. She laughs wondering what the townsfolk will think seeing smoke from the chimneys of the lodge.
"I wonder who took the wall down that divided the room?"
She floats up into the hidden attic and notices her belongings are still safe. No one has found the hidden entrance. She makes her way into the real attic and finds a bookcase and trunk. "Good, I will have some reading material. I hope they are fairly recent books."
The trunk has some oil lamps and oil for lighting and a few boxes she will explore later.
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Her stomach growls and Mary wonders why the Fates made it so ghosts need to eat? The stove still works and she fixes a bowl of soup enjoying the warmth as she swallows but it still doesn't warm her up. Her teeth stop chattering so that is a plus.
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Mary wanders around outside after eating and finds someone has built a snowman. She is startled by the snowman and very disturbed by it. She knows a snowman had something to do with her death and she is frightened and angry. Her instinct kicks in and she jumps on the snowman destroying it. "Winter schminter! I HATE WINTER!!", Mary exclaims to the world at large.
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