No one belongs to me except for the unfamiliar.
FINALLY I have a solid plot. All different and third time's the charm.
It was the early 1900's in a rural manor called Whipstaff when a young boy at the age eight was playing in the grand entrance hall, laughing happily with his mother, a beautiful young blond woman, sitting close by the fire as the rain was pelting the roof. The father then walked in the living room, returning from his lab, dressed in a high-class suit with dark hair combed back. The young child, who had his mother's blond hair and his father's blue eyes, ran to his father with joy and hugged him tightly. Even though, his father was only his in lab, it felt like he was gone far away to his young son.
The boy never forgot his father or mother and at times, he missed them more than ever.
The grand manor was now eerie and dark that was now about a hundred-years-old. It had some rotting wood and creaky stairs. In the inside was still grand with large rooms and old furniture still laying around with cobwebs spreading in the corners. It looked to be an abandoned manor, but instead this child still called it home, however, it was never the same.
"Hey, lightbulb!" A voice called from the downstairs. "We're goin'! Take care of the place, will ya? And don't break anything!"
Casper, a twelve-year-old ghost, just stayed hidden behind the corner of the wall, waiting for his three uncles to leave
The tall ghost, Stretch, and the leader of the trio, stated as he began to float to the door, waving his hand. "I'll never understand kids," he muttered to his two brothers.
"You're tellin' me," the fat one, Fatso, responded.
"I never wanted kids," the shorter one, Stinkie, muttered, following his brothers, "and now I'm stuck with one."
"We all are!" Stretch retorted.
Then they went through the door and disappeared.
If Casper had a beating heart, it would break at those words hurt. He's been stuck with his three uncles for about a hundred years and they never changed. Heck, he didn't really know if they even cared about him by the way they would make fun of him and make him do all he work. Well, this time, his mind was made up.
He was going to walk out of this house and never come back. What was the point in staying here and being a burden for the rest of the afterlife? He narrowed his blue eyes with determination. There was no backing out of this. He flew to the doors, poked his head out to make the coast was clear, headed for the front gates, then on his own path to town. He wasn't going to come back. He was a smart kid. He could manage on his own. Well, if he made a friend that would be nice.
