The Stanton Murder- Mystery story.
https://i.postimg.cc/kGrJ5db0/Screenshot-45.jpg Evelyn was new to Hickory Hollow, having moved here from upstate New York. She stepped off the train and took a deep breathe of fresh air and looked ar...
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The day ends, and night falls on Hickory Hollow. Evelyn moves into her new Manor house, and are now alone for the night. It is a large house, with many hallways and rooms that may take some getting used to. She finds the kitchen and living room, and headsto the staircase which leads to the second floor. Her mind can't help but wander to what David said earlier. Maybe it was just superstition, but something about this place is unsettling to you. As she prepares to go up the staircase, she hears a voice echoing in the house.
"Miss Foster? Miss Foster? Are you there?"
Evelyn looks up "is someone there?"
In the darkness she catches a shadow, a figure in a suit moving to the base of the stairs. It is impossible to see from the dim light, but the figure calls out again.
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"Down there... you are at the bottom of the staircase. May I come down?" He sounds so polite, almost like a gentleman... despite his ominous appearance.
"Yes, you may."
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He steps into the light, and you see a well dressed man in a black suit and red tie. , and she sees his face for the first time - he looks like a very charming man, despite his dark clothing and eyes of steel. His voice is soft, polite, very kind... and very unsettling.
"My apologies, Miss Foster." He takes off his hat, and bows. "My name is Edward Stanton. I'm the reason you have purchased this house, am I not?"
"Edward Stanton?" Evelyn looked at him curiously. "Then the home is haunted." She slowly meets his gaze. "Yes, I recently purchased the home."
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If it is possible, he looks even more polite. His deep smile reaches his eyes, making them sparkle in the dim light. He stands, and the dark suit seems to absorb the light around him.
"Miss Foster, whatever gave you the idea that I am a ghost?" he asks. He gestures to a nearby chair. "Perhaps you would like to sit down and explain?"
"But...you were murdered were you not? "
Edward smiles, and nods. "Yes, I was murdered three years ago. I am dead, Miss Foster - though I would not go so far as to call myself a ghost. I'm sure you understand." He gestures to a nearby chair. "Would you like to sit down?"
"I beg your pardon, I don't mean to come off as rude. I'm just trying to understand." She said apologizing.
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Edward smiles, seemingly not minding the directness. "That is alright. I would rather hear the truth than an empty, meaningless platitude. I was killed, I am dead, and I am a spirit. I am not alive, so I am a spirit. A ghost, however, is much more vicious. They have much less control over their existence than I do."
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"I must admit that you are the first person to ever be confused by my state of being, Miss Foster. I'm impressed - it is a hard thing to understand, unless one has had personal experience with it... like myself." He offers her an almost apologetic smile. "I was killed three years ago, and yet I am here before you now. My body may be dead, but my essence survived. I am as whole as I ever was, just... incorporeal. It is difficult to explain, I must say."
The day ends, and night falls on Hickory Hollow. Evelyn moves into her new Manor house, and are now alone for the night. It is a large house, with many hallways and rooms that may take some getting used to. She finds the kitchen and living room, and headsto the staircase which leads to the second floor. Her mind can't help but wander to what David said earlier. Maybe it was just superstition, but something about this place is unsettling to you. As she prepares to go up the staircase, she hears a voice echoing in the house.
"Miss Foster? Miss Foster? Are you there?"
Evelyn looks up "is someone there?"
In the darkness she catches a shadow, a figure in a suit moving to the base of the stairs. It is impossible to see from the dim light, but the figure calls out again.
https://i.postimg.cc/XvBjzrbb/Screenshot-4.jpg
"Down there... you are at the bottom of the staircase. May I come down?" He sounds so polite, almost like a gentleman... despite his ominous appearance.
"Yes, you may."
https://i.postimg.cc/Prdq5fmW/Screenshot-5.jpg
He steps into the light, and you see a well dressed man in a black suit and red tie. , and she sees his face for the first time - he looks like a very charming man, despite his dark clothing and eyes of steel. His voice is soft, polite, very kind... and very unsettling.
"My apologies, Miss Foster." He takes off his hat, and bows. "My name is Edward Stanton. I'm the reason you have purchased this house, am I not?"
"Edward Stanton?" Evelyn looked at him curiously. "Then the home is haunted." She slowly meets his gaze. "Yes, I recently purchased the home."
https://i.postimg.cc/BbBQBRGP/Screenshot-6.jpg
If it is possible, he looks even more polite. His deep smile reaches his eyes, making them sparkle in the dim light. He stands, and the dark suit seems to absorb the light around him.
"Miss Foster, whatever gave you the idea that I am a ghost?" he asks. He gestures to a nearby chair. "Perhaps you would like to sit down and explain?"
"But...you were murdered were you not? "
Edward smiles, and nods. "Yes, I was murdered three years ago. I am dead, Miss Foster - though I would not go so far as to call myself a ghost. I'm sure you understand." He gestures to a nearby chair. "Would you like to sit down?"
"I beg your pardon, I don't mean to come off as rude. I'm just trying to understand." She said apologizing.
https://i.postimg.cc/BbBQBRGP/Screenshot-6.jpg
Edward smiles, seemingly not minding the directness. "That is alright. I would rather hear the truth than an empty, meaningless platitude. I was killed, I am dead, and I am a spirit. I am not alive, so I am a spirit. A ghost, however, is much more vicious. They have much less control over their existence than I do."
https://i.postimg.cc/Y9crKtrm/Screenshot-9.jpg
"I must admit that you are the first person to ever be confused by my state of being, Miss Foster. I'm impressed - it is a hard thing to understand, unless one has had personal experience with it... like myself." He offers her an almost apologetic smile. "I was killed three years ago, and yet I am here before you now. My body may be dead, but my essence survived. I am as whole as I ever was, just... incorporeal. It is difficult to explain, I must say."
