The main hall is silent … and cast in shadow … it feels as if there is a presence, somewhere
But he sits alone on the stage, deep in thought … musing over life in general
There is a dark peril abroad and its infiltrating the minds of so many humans …
It feels like all is lost … all hope has gone … but then he snaps out of that thought process …
A presence is close and it feels menacing … it has a familiar feel … and that bothers him.
There is movement then … towards the door to the right, a sudden shadow …
But he is the only one here, apparently ….
He is on his feet, across the stage and down the steps in an instance …
He is through the door … where the shadow went … into the dining room … there is nobody there
He hears the slam of a door behind him …
The hairs on his arms prickle and he feels slightly alarmed
A presence moves behind his back … and he calms his mind … something is playing tricks
He wanders the corridor … seeking the door that has been slammed shut
He reaches the doorway to the basement … and glances up the stairs … seeing movement there…
He is intrigued … for something is playing games with him …
He finds the light switch and the stairs are bathed in aetheric light …
Bright white light that dissolves the shadows …
He climbs the stairs … and hears his name being called close by
It is a women’s voice … gentle yet persuasive …
And then there is the tap on his left shoulder …
The smell of perfume pervades his nostrils … and a laugh from behind him
He turns and sees no-one then feels the definite stab of a finger nail in his back
He takes a deep breath and contemplates the current haunting …
Something or someone is going to great lengths to get his attention …
He wonders why …. He is intrigued and curious … he has no fear
He turns slowly … and sees the door to the left open slowly on its own …
He hears then her laughter from the room beyond ….
And there is another voice … a male … they are deep in conversation … he cannot hear their words
He opens the door slowly …
And enters the lounge room … and sees the women there …
Dressed in a stunning light blue dress …she is smiling at the man …
He sits with his back to him on the leather sofa ….
There is something odd about suddenly seeing ghosts … for that is what they seem to be …
And then … he feels weary … he suddenly has incredible pains across his chest
He falls to the ground and remembers his death … in the very room he entered
As realisation dawns, he sees the face of his killer turn to his wife …
And he hears the awful words … ‘now that he is out of the way, we are free to be together’
Reality dawns as the scene begins to fade ….
His wife had him killed so she could be with her lover …
And his killer was his younger brother … and they had been having an affair.
Taken from 'The Chronicles of The Storyteller' by Matthew James