lanaia74

I can feel the cold air, as the wind violently blows, through the cracks in this big old house. I can even hear the rafters as the wind blows. If I didn't know better, I would say there is a hurricane outside. I inherited this spooky old house, when a relative died. I had been laid off from my job, so I had no where else to go, except for here.
The house itself, is really beautiful, being of an old Victorian style. It is so big, when you stand outside and look up, one feels so very small. When I first saw this place, it looked so spooky, fear gripped my very soul.
So when I inherited this old house, I really wasn't that excited, because of the feelings this house has a tendency to emit. No one has lived here for many years.
Before I could move in, I had to hire a cleaning service, to help me clean. This took all my money, so I had no choice but to live here. The house is so old, it doesn't even have electricity. So I use kerosene lamps and the fireplaces for now. I guess I will get the feel, of how my ancestors used to live.
Out back, there is an old family grave yard. It contains just five or six graves. These are the graves of my great-grandparents, and four of their ten children. If I correctly remember, three of these children died as babies, the fourth child, a little girl, died when she was seven,
from some sort of mysterious fever. Knowing there is a grave yard out back, isn't easy. I feel fear and uneasiness knowing the graves are so close. This is my first week here, so I jump when I hear the old house settling.
The kerosene lamps I use do not give off much light. I really wish I had electricity, so I could brighten this place up some. This place needs all the help it can get. I just finished fixing my supper on an old wood stove. So, after I eat, I think I will go to my bedroom, and read for a while. I will do this until sleep comes.
In my bedroom, the bed is so very big. All the original furniture is in use. Like I said, I had no money to buy anything new, so thank heaven for the furniture, even if it is old. There is a fireplace in just about every room. I make sure the fire in my room is all right. Then I settle in my big bed with a good book, and a kerosene lamp on the table beside my bed. I have never owned anything in my life, so now I do have a sense of stability, because this house is mine, totally mine.
As I comfortably sit on my bed, I start to read my book, thinking to myself, tomorrow I will go to the village and try to find a job. I only have enough money, to buy food for a couple more weeks. As I read my book, the air seems to be very cold, despite the fire in the fireplace. I just figure it is because the house is so very old. Insulation is sort of on the weak side. So I pay no attention to the extremely cold air.
All of a sudden, I hear a noise downstairs. So, I get up, carrying my kerosene lamp, hopefully being able to see what caused the noise. I slowly walk down the stairs, the stairs creaking behind me. At the bottom of the stairs, I hold out the kerosene lamp in front of me, so I can see everything in front of me. Then I hear a knock on my door.
I go to the door and when I open the door, I look down and there stands a little girl. She is dressed in a most unusual way, as if her clothes came from a different period in time. I invite her in, to warm herself, as she looks so cold. I lead the child over to the fireplace. I build a new fire just for her. I do this, in hopes to warm the poor little child. After I do this, I ask the child if she would like something to eat, but she respectfully declines.
After we have been in front of the fire for a little while, the child stands up and motions for me to follow her. I follow her outside to the back yard. The child walks over to the graves, and points at the fourth grave plot. I haven't had a chance to get out here yet, the graves are in such disarray, and just about totally over grown by weeds. I watch the child as she goes over to one of the old graves, and it looks as if she just totally fades away into the grave. I look at the headstone, and it is the grave of the little girl, that died way too soon.
I understand now, why the child breached time and space. She wanted her grave cleaned. Because, from the looks of things, these poor souls were totally forgotten. All the growth of weeds and such, the graves look as though they haven't been touched in many years. The child just wants to be remembered and loved. Not to be forgotten, and I guess even in the realm of death, a person still needed to be loved.