Post #2499663 in Healing Break, a roleplay on RPG

It had been some time since she'd allowed herself to come out of hiding in one of the closets in the large home. Anneliese allowed herself to fully materialize as she walked across the floor of what had once been her bedroom. There were boxes and brand new furniture placed within, much like the rest of the home. She could not believe that after all this time someone had bought the place. Anne looked down at herself. The outfit that she was currently wearing was the one that she died in and her hair was done up as she'd so often worn it in life. She allowed her slim fingers to slid over the frame of the bed that would soon be put together. It was obvious that those that now owned the property had money..or did. She was unsure as to which was currently correct.

Slowly, she made her way towards one of the windows. She made sure that none could see her from outside. As she looked down, she couldn't help but wish that she could find the courage to leave the house. It had been so long since she'd set foot outside of the gloomy home. She saw the two men that had been staying in the house the past few nights. They both looked to be nice men though she could not be sure. As far as she was concerned, most men were nothing more than cruel.

Suddenly, she turned. Her gaze fell to the form of her sister. She said nothing at first, simply turning back to the window. "We need to make them leave." She said softly. "He'll not take kindly to them being here. He never does. I was thinking..I take one and you can take one." They discussed which man they would take. Anneliese then moved from the window, approaching her sister. "I will find you later. Hopefully, this will be as easy as those in the past." She disappeared.

Landon had spent most of the day working out on the property. By the time it was late afternoon, he was ready to call it a day. He smiled upon seeing his friend. "I'm about done out here for the day. Want to head in and fix something to eat? I think that we have enough leftovers that we shouldn't have to spend too long cooking." He smiled before leading the way inside. He made his way to the kitchen and to the fridge. He began pulling things out and sitting them upon the counter. He asked Johnny to get them a few plates and silverware. He didn't notice the figure that had appeared in the same room as them. The figure soon disappeared as quickly as she'd appeared. A few of the cabinets to open and the chairs to move from the table silently.

Landon turned quickly, looking to Johnny as if he'd done it. "What?" He asked suddenly. He had an odd look of surprise upon his face. "Did you open the cabinets?" He took a steadying breath before shaking his head. Landon heated up the food and handed his friend one of the bowls. "I guess that I'm just loosing it." He said, sitting down at the table, eating. "Did I tell you..I did some reading at the library in town yesterday. I found out a little more about the deaths that happened in the house. Apparently, some rich family used to own this place. They had two daughters. The oldest blew her brains out because she'd lost not only her son but her husband as well in a span of a year. The other hung herself not long after her sister died. Crazy. Apparently, the parents left pretty quickly after that." He looked up to his friend, to see his reaction of what he'd just told him. "No one has really stayed here since then. Supposedly, they are supposed to be the ones haunting this place."

He was still rather happy that they'd gotten the home, regardless of the history that had come with it. Once they got the place cleaned up, it would be beautiful as it had once been. He pulled out a small pile of pictures and placed them donw on the table for Johnny to look at. "I got these from the library. This is the women that used to live here and then this is what our house used to look like before it became so run down. I think that we'll be able to return it to this with some hard work.I mean, it'll take us some time but I know that we can do it."

Anneliese had quickly reappeared in her room. Since the men were eating, it was safe for her to be visible still. She leaned against the far wall, near the closet, and slid down. She bowed her head as she began crying. How could they speak of what had happened to them with no care? She did not understand. She had recently began believing that perhaps the Darkness had caused her death, not herself. Though the loss of her son, Jacob, had been quite hard on her..she never would have killed herself. They would forever be thought of as having killed themselves because they'd been too weak to carry on living. She knew that at some point her sister would join her and she would have to explain why she was upset. She still had not confided in Blanche about how Mark had treated her so long ago. She was unsure if she could.

Snippet #2499663

located in Texas, a part of Healing Break, one of the many universes on RPG.

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