Her eccentric uncle left her one of his many properties in his will. When she first arrived, she thought to herself this had to be a joke. An old European castle with it's musty odor and outward appearance. At least it had been somewhat modernized as she explored it to find it had electricity and communication devices. Digging deeper into it's depths, she brushed the dust off an antique looking book and opened it to the yellow encrusted pages inside.
She found the story of the castle and how it came to be. Her eyes rested upon a particular subject. A Count Alexander McGinnes seemed to have kept residence in this particular castle. His eyes somehow seem to bore through her. She continued reading the story. Seems he had it built for the woman of his dreams but before they could stake residence; she was taken by the arms of death as she gave birth to their first child; a lovely little girl. Turns out he was so distraught about the loss of his wife that he sacrificed his own life to be with her.
The young child was raised by the caretakers of the castle as none of the immediate family wished to care for a young child. They say he kept watch over her as she grew into a lovely young woman. Once he knew that she was taken care of , his presence was no longer felt in the halls of the castle. She turned the page to find a mirror image of herself looking back at her. The sky blue eyes, the auburn ringlet curls framing her face in a beautiful forest green gown and a matching cape with gold trim draping around her shoulders. She dropped the book upon reading the inscription underneath it swearing she felt a chill pass through her. Just at that point, the current caretaker pushed open the ornate oak doors announcing that dinner would be served shortly. She resigned herself to the long dining table draped in a white doily crochet tablecloth as she quietly sat eating her first night there. "Will there be anything else for you this evening ma'am?"as the caretaker cleared her dishes. She could get used to this but she responded,"That'll be all."
"Ma'am."
"Yes."
"I couldn't help but notice how much you look like the young lady in the book I returned to the shelf that you left setting on the desk."
"But I didn't leave it setting on the desk."
"If you'll excuse me ma'am, I'm going to finish the cleaning and I'll be gone for the evening,"as though she had been spooked herself. Deanna ascended the stairs toward her room. She turned to look as though her name had been whispered into the air but nobody was there. She was letting a little legend spook her for no reason at all. She turned in her bed at one point swearing somebody was lying there next to her.
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The strange events continued occuring over the next two weeks but nothing that scared her away. It was almost as if an angelic presence were watching over her. She felt it everywhere she went in the castle. It's strongest was in the master bedroom. The marriage bed it would have been called in their day she guessed. She sat down upon the gigantic bed with it's goose down pillows and canopied drapes pulled to the sides showcasing it's dusty rose satin comforter. As she made herself comfortable, she was startled by his voice."I take it you aprove milady,"his eyes met hers. The man from the book. It couldn't be.
"This is a joke right?"
"I assure you I do not jest,"he returned, his dusty eyes boring through her.
"Then what?"her confusion compounded by fear as she stood to meet him.
"I have waited so long for your return."
He thought she was his true love. The woman he died for in the name of love.