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
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Feeling much better after the soup, a good cry, and beating up a snowman, Mary enters the house and stokes up the fire to try to warm up. She backs up to the fire and visualizes the heat from the fireplace warming her body. "This is blissful."
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Suddenly she feels some real warmth for the first time in many a year.
"Oh, criminy! I stoked the fire too high."
She moves across the room to be sure her ghostly garment did not catch fire. Nope...all is well. But, not with the fireplace. One of the flame ghosts appears in the room descending from the ceiling. She is attracted to the flames and does nothing whatsoever to help put the fire out. Mary floats to the kitchen, grabs the fire extinguisher, and floats back to the fire. The flames are climbing higher and no sign of the fire department. Mary is sweating for the first time since well before her death. Her adrenaline levels must be on top of the roof even though she is moving at a ghost's snail pace. Hurry, Mary, Hurry! She likes being warm but does not want her house burning down. She sprays the foam on the flames. The foam stops spraying and Mary shakes the canister and looks in the sprayer to see if she can find a clog. (please don't push the handle right now Mary) She finally gets the extinguisher working and puts the fire out. No help from the other ghosts who showed up. They either panicked and screamed or offered really bad advice.
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Exhausted after the fire and needing to clean the smoke and soot off, Mary takes a long leisurely bubble bath. She checks her face and hair in the mirror to see if she got any fire damage. Nope. Crawling in the bed she snuggles under all the new blankets enjoying the warmth she is feeling. Mary sighs knowing she will be freezing again by morning. She falls asleep exhausted after her day.
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Over the next few days, she tries to become accustomed to being a living ghost again. She had learned the basics of cooking over the years but definitely has not perfected the practice.
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"So, who said there was anything wrong with ice cream for breakfast?"
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Mary leaves the house in the evenings as dusk is coming. She stays up high so the residents don't see her. She is shy and socially awkward even as a ghost. The few people that have seen her have run screaming away vowing to stop drinking or passed out in the snow. She doesn't want to leave them in the snow to join her in death so she will drag them to a nearby building and push them inside. It is very hard to drag people! She avoids the town and people as much as she can now. She purchases food and anything else she wants through this thing called the internet. She ahem...borrowed a tablet from one of the renters during one of her other winters...after watching him work it to learn how to use it of course. It has stayed in her hidden attic and miraculously still works. They did not have those back in her day. They had humongous computers that took up entire rooms, not these little portable ones.
The snow has almost stopped and she is awed by how beautiful the town appears despite the cold winter night. Back at the house, the fireplace caught fire again. Luckily one of the flame ghosts was able to put it out since she was away.
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Mary waits until dark to venture into town to do some dumpster diving. She is able to sell some of her discoveries and some things she keeps for the house. She is grungy when she returns home and can't even take a bath because the tub is occupied.
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She finds another snowman on the property and destroys it. This time she saw the culprit who is building these atrocious creatures. Kane, one of the lightning ghosts disappears when he spots her coming. He knows from previous winters that she hates snowmen. She wishes she could banish him from the property. She has no idea which gnome is his though and not sure if removing it would work. So, she does the next best thing. She finds the gnomes gathered together as if they are having a meeting.
"Ai! Yi! Too bad, so sad! STOP building snowmen!"
She snickers happily her mood restored after kicking all the gnomes into the snowbanks.
"Yes, I have some anger management issues but you would too if you were locked outside, froze to death and made to awaken just about every year in the freaking frozen winter and your fellow ghosts build snowmen to torment you."
She giggles as she floats to the other side of the property.
"I really need to stop talking to myself too!"
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Feeling much better after the soup, a good cry, and beating up a snowman, Mary enters the house and stokes up the fire to try to warm up. She backs up to the fire and visualizes the heat from the fireplace warming her body. "This is blissful."
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Suddenly she feels some real warmth for the first time in many a year.
"Oh, criminy! I stoked the fire too high."
She moves across the room to be sure her ghostly garment did not catch fire. Nope...all is well. But, not with the fireplace. One of the flame ghosts appears in the room descending from the ceiling. She is attracted to the flames and does nothing whatsoever to help put the fire out. Mary floats to the kitchen, grabs the fire extinguisher, and floats back to the fire. The flames are climbing higher and no sign of the fire department. Mary is sweating for the first time since well before her death. Her adrenaline levels must be on top of the roof even though she is moving at a ghost's snail pace. Hurry, Mary, Hurry! She likes being warm but does not want her house burning down. She sprays the foam on the flames. The foam stops spraying and Mary shakes the canister and looks in the sprayer to see if she can find a clog. (please don't push the handle right now Mary) She finally gets the extinguisher working and puts the fire out. No help from the other ghosts who showed up. They either panicked and screamed or offered really bad advice.
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Exhausted after the fire and needing to clean the smoke and soot off, Mary takes a long leisurely bubble bath. She checks her face and hair in the mirror to see if she got any fire damage. Nope. Crawling in the bed she snuggles under all the new blankets enjoying the warmth she is feeling. Mary sighs knowing she will be freezing again by morning. She falls asleep exhausted after her day.
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Over the next few days, she tries to become accustomed to being a living ghost again. She had learned the basics of cooking over the years but definitely has not perfected the practice.
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"So, who said there was anything wrong with ice cream for breakfast?"
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Mary leaves the house in the evenings as dusk is coming. She stays up high so the residents don't see her. She is shy and socially awkward even as a ghost. The few people that have seen her have run screaming away vowing to stop drinking or passed out in the snow. She doesn't want to leave them in the snow to join her in death so she will drag them to a nearby building and push them inside. It is very hard to drag people! She avoids the town and people as much as she can now. She purchases food and anything else she wants through this thing called the internet. She ahem...borrowed a tablet from one of the renters during one of her other winters...after watching him work it to learn how to use it of course. It has stayed in her hidden attic and miraculously still works. They did not have those back in her day. They had humongous computers that took up entire rooms, not these little portable ones.
The snow has almost stopped and she is awed by how beautiful the town appears despite the cold winter night. Back at the house, the fireplace caught fire again. Luckily one of the flame ghosts was able to put it out since she was away.
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Mary waits until dark to venture into town to do some dumpster diving. She is able to sell some of her discoveries and some things she keeps for the house. She is grungy when she returns home and can't even take a bath because the tub is occupied.
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She finds another snowman on the property and destroys it. This time she saw the culprit who is building these atrocious creatures. Kane, one of the lightning ghosts disappears when he spots her coming. He knows from previous winters that she hates snowmen. She wishes she could banish him from the property. She has no idea which gnome is his though and not sure if removing it would work. So, she does the next best thing. She finds the gnomes gathered together as if they are having a meeting.
"Ai! Yi! Too bad, so sad! STOP building snowmen!"
She snickers happily her mood restored after kicking all the gnomes into the snowbanks.
"Yes, I have some anger management issues but you would too if you were locked outside, froze to death and made to awaken just about every year in the freaking frozen winter and your fellow ghosts build snowmen to torment you."
She giggles as she floats to the other side of the property.
"I really need to stop talking to myself too!"
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