AN: So I just typed this up while watching Haunted Mansion with my little cousins. They kept telling me to get off my phone but I wanted to write this while inspired. This will be short so I'm not too sure about what to rate it so its going to be a T for now..

Amelia couldn't help herself and sneezed for the millionth time into her hands. She sniffled and frowned when she felt another sneeze on its way. Ever since they'd stepped foot in the stupid house she'd been practically blowing her brains out every two seconds.

After several sneezes when they first entered, she had tugged on her boyfriends sleeve to signal him to hurry it up, but he had only nodded in response and ignored her protest and continued to listen to the real state agent.

Her and her English boyfriend, Arthur, were house hunting in the rural region outside of St. Petersburg. They moved from their cozy apartment in London to Russia because of Arthur's job. At first Amelia was excited to be moving somewhere new and away from the rainy country, until she found out just where Arthur was being relocated.

"Russia?! Like Mother Russia?!" She had shrieked when her boyfriend told her the location they'd be moving.

He too seemed a little disappointed but insisted it would be an adventure and wanted to take it with her by his side. She wasn't convinced until he poured her a cup of wine and swayed the idea into her head while they drank and "snuggled" for most of the night.

The real estate agent was blabbering on in her thick accent about something Amelia couldn't even try to understand. For all she knew she were speaking in Russian. She glanced at Arthur to find him nodding along and trailing his eyes on the things that would be pointed out by the real estate lady. He was both nodding and looking just to be polite or by some chance he was actually able to understand the woman.

As they were being given their personal tour, Amelia would take in and study the sights around her that weren't interrupted by her sneezes. From what she could tell so far without the constant reminder of dust in the air, the house was extremely old. The floors were made of long, dark cooked oak that traveled throughout the house. At their old apartment there was only carpet so she always had something warm and soft beneath her toes. Amelia didn't even have to take off her boots to know that the hard, old wooden flooring would be cold and unwelcoming to her feet. If they chose this house, which she prayed Arthur wouldn't, she'd have to buy many rugs and make a trail from her bedside all the way to the kitchen.

They had just entered the grand living space and Amelia had to tilt her head back to see the full height of the ceiling. It looked like it went up forever and she immediately thought of the grand dinning hall in Hogwarts. In fact, the entire house looked like something out of the Harry Potter world.

Amelia continued to stand in the room's entrance as the agent and Arthur wandered into the room and talked. She trailed her eyes on all of the interesting possessions still on the walls from the previous owners. There were many paintings and objects from the country's rich culture.

"Wow..." She breathed and slowly advanced into the room, trying to absorb it all. When she progressed further in she realized that the room was larger than she had previously thought. She turned her head and gaped at open space that was out of sight from the doorway. Arthur and the agent were strolling towards a magnificent fire place made up of stone that stretched up the wall and beyond.

"Amelia, love." Arthur called out to her and she heard his voice echo off the stonewalls. "Come here please."

When she took her place by his side he smiled down at her and she returned only a half smile because she was interrupted by a sudden sneeze. He cleared his throat and gestured to the real estate woman who was politely waiting on them.

"Our agent has something she'd like to tell us about the house." He explained and the middle aged woman smiled and nodded.

"Da, I think best you both hear now and know history of house." Her polite smile faltered and Amelia noticed her grey eyes dart over to one side of the room then back to them.

"This home is very old." She started out as Amelia struggled to understand her accent. "So has much history. Some good, most very good, but also there is some bad." She swallowed and tried to smile but it wasn't the same as before.

"This home has not been lived in for many, many years. Century and even some years more." She was about to continue but Arthur cut in.

"Are there hazards to this home that we should be aware about?" His thick eyebrows knotted in concern and glanced up as if the ceiling were to tumble down on their heads.

"Nyet, nyet!" She denies him quickly but he didn't appear convinced.

"Please," she insisted. "Let me continue telling homes history."

Arthur nodded and Amelia sneezed.

"As I saying, this home is old and with good and not so good history." Again her eyes darted to something on the other side of the room. "The old owners were a beautiful couple. Tall, handsome, military man. And gorgeous young wife. They loved each other very much and lived very happily together here. Man was praised by military ranking and the woman for her beauty and fairness." She sighed contently and clasped her hands together.

"Did they not wish to sell until a century later or?" Arthur inquired and Amelia couldn't help but to smile and nudge his arm.

The woman frowned at him. "Nyet."

"Then why-"

"Let me finish!" She unclasped her hands and Arthur flinched back like she was about to swat at him.

"The man was gone for months for military and came home to tragedy... His beautiful wife had hung herself for reasons nobody knows. Some say heartbreak from separation from husband, others say it was murder. No one knows the truth and it drove her husband mad. After her funeral he just disappeared! There are no records of what happened and still her death and his disappearance are mystery to this town."

She frowned sadly and had been staring at the ground while she recalled the story to them. It was dead silent in the room until Amelia sneezed and the two others jumped.

Arthur gulped and looked down at Amelia, surprised to see that his girlfriend wasn't freaking out like he thought she would. He definitely would've thought she would be running once hearing someone had died in the house. Though, just because someone died in the home doesn't mean their spirit decided to hang around. Maybe that's what Amelia was thinking too.

In truth Amelia didn't catch the full story. The woman's accent was so thick that Amelia only caught a few words and was still trying to put the ones she heard together in her head. All she really had figured out was that a pretty woman had lived here with her husband who might have been in the Russian military. Some other things happened and it seems like the couple broke up and moved on. Amelia couldn't blame her though, she'd move away too if she had the chance.

"That was a very," Arthur swayed to find the right word. "Interesting story Ms. Yabe." He forced a smile and turned to Amelia who sneezed then looked back up at him. "Don't you agree, love?"

Amelia rubbed her swollen nose but nodded. "Um, yeah. Very cool stuff Ms. Yabe." She grinned at the middle aged Russian woman who gave her a perplexed look.

"By that she means intriguing and we thank you for sharing the houses-er past occurrences with us." Arthur quickly added and the woman turned to look at him with an unsteady gaze.

"I thought it best that I shared now before moving in and finding out for selves." Her voice lowered as she spoke and Arthur didn't quite catch the last part and Amelia's sneezing drew his attention elsewhere.

He looked down at his girlfriend and frowned at the image of her red noise and lidded eyes. The dust in the room was affecting her more than he's ever seen before, and they've lived in some pretty old buildings back in England. It would be cruel to make her live in such a place and have her constantly sneezing, that and Arthur was sure it'd drive him insane.

But the house was the cheapest one they've seen all week and the location was excellent for his commute. The size of the home was pleasing if they wanted to invite family and friends to stay over, though, he doubted many of them would agree to visit until summer. In the meantime he and Amelia could work together and fix up the old home and have it ready in time for spring.

"Do you suppose we could take a look on the second floor, Mrs. Yabe?" Arthur requested and the woman, seeming to be lost in her own thoughts, smiled and nodded in agreement.

"Da, right this way." She held out a gloved hand in the direction and moved to take the lead.

Arthur started to follow after the woman but paused when he noticed his girlfriend still standing in place where they all stood.

"Love?" They made eye contact for a split second before Amelia sneezed again and covered her face to catch it.

"I'll catch up to y'all in a bit." She grinned as she rubbed at her pink nose. "You can go ahead."

Her boyfriend stared at her for a moment before chuckling and mumbling that her sneezing was causing more dust to fling into the air then walked off.

Amelia watched him scurry down the long, dark hallway until she lost sight of him. His figure easily swallowed into the dim lighted hall. Almost immediately after he left and she was all alone, she noticed the air temperature in the room dropped. She shivered and moved her hands up to wrap them around herself and rub her arms for some friction.

The room was very eerie she noted now that she was alone. The faces on the walls were cold and their stern expressions unwelcoming. She tried to turn her attention elsewhere and studied the objects that were hung where there wasn't any past century paintings. There were a few old quilts with unrecognizable symbols on them, but what caught Amelia's attention the most was the large rectangle shaped object that hung on the north wall.

Curiosity lead her closer towards it as the old floors squeaked under her steps. From the shape it appeared to be the outline of a painting, but what she couldn't figure out was why there was a sheet thrown over it. She glanced around the grand room again and noted that none of the other smaller paintings had been covered, so why had this?

In the past, Amelia had gotten herself into trouble by touching things that she knew she shouldn't be touching. Either at guesthouses or museums, she would get the need to touch and examine whatever sparked her curiosity. Now she stood in an old manor like home that appeared abandoned and untouched for years and in front of a concealed piece of art... How could she possibly resist?

Amelia took a step closer to the painting, slowly lifting her petite hand to grasp the sheet and pull it off. At this point she was unaware of anything else around her, completely absorbed in what was before her. Though, if she had been paying attention, she'd have noticed that the chill in the air was being caused by a breeze that swirled softly around the room. The curtains that hung next to the closed windows ruffled and swayed as the breeze blew in Amelia's direction.

Her fingers skidded the old white sheet as she was so close to her goal but froze instantly when the sheet ruffled and swayed.

Amelia yanked her hand back and spun around, suddenly feeling as though no longer alone the room. But when she turned around she saw that there was indeed no one else there. Her eyes shot to the tall windows and saw that they were sealed shut. This was an old house, so there was no way the AC could still possibly work and all of the windows were closed, so where did the breeze come from?

A chill raced down her spine and Amelia felt self-conscious about walking all the way across the large room by herself, like something would be following her from behind.

She glanced at the corridor where Arthur and the real estate woman traveled and wondered just how far she would have to run to get to them.

From the corner of her eye she spotted the sheet on the painting ruffle again and Amelia didn't think twice and sprinted to the other side of the room where the fireplace was. She nearly dove over the large couch and skidded to a stop next to the old stone mantle.

She stood there frozen, holding her breath and waiting for any unnatural sounds that she might miss from her rasping. When she didn't hear anything disturb the silence or see anything move, she let out a long breath and placed her hand on the stone to rest, which had been a mistake because it caused small rocks to fall and stirred up some old dust and possible ash.

Amelia's nose wiggled and before she knew it she started sneezing uncontrollably. All she could think to do to get herself to stop was move as far away from the fireplace as possibly. She started walking backwards, unable to know where she was going because of her constant sneezing.

She managed to move several feet away until her back bumped into something sturdy, thinking she bumped into the nearby wall, Amelia relaxed and let herself lean against it for support. She had sneezed her last sneeze and let out a long, shuddering breath to calm herself back down. The house was old, dusty, and creepy and Amelia knew she would never be able to last here if Arthur picked it. The cold floors, long corridors, creepy random air gust, there wasn't even the slightest bit of hope Arthur could convince her to live her. There was just no way.

The longer Amelia leaned against the wall she began to realize how warm it actually was. She could feel its heat through her coat and clothes and on her skin. It was a comfortable feeling compared to the rigid air from outside and in parts of the house. She briefly thought that she was leaning on one of the inner walls because the walls with the windows on them were too cold.

The entire time Amelia's eyes were still shut from her last sneeze. They felt wet and sensitive and she didn't want to risk opening them and getting more dust in them. A sigh left her lips, as she grew used to the growing warmth behind her. For once she didn't feel the need to sneeze or control herself from a spine jerking cold shiver. She felt comfortable and for some reason oddly secure.

From somewhere inside the large home she heard footsteps going down a flight of stairs and voices traveling closer. She instantly caught ear of Arthur's accent followed by the Russian woman's, but she wasn't quite able to understand what they were discussing as per usual.

Amelia was just about to push herself from the wall and regroup with the others when she suddenly felt something warm and firm wrap around her middle. The sensation reminded her of when Arthur would hug her from behind, but how could that be if nothing was behind her?

Amelia opened her eyes and blinked past the few remaining tears and peered down at her waist where she felt the sensation, only to see that nothing was there. The longer she stared in confusion she noticed the indenting of her blue coat where she felt the warm pressure. Her coat was wrinkled and pressed down like something was pressing up against her clothes. Almost as if there were a set of invisible arms.

A few empty seconds ticked on in Amelia's head before she yelped and leapt forward, trying to ignore the feeling that something was trying to loosely keep hold of her. She pushed the thought aside and spun around, not knowing what she find. Her mouth fell open when she discovered that she had actually not even been leaning against a wall at all. She was still standing the middle of the room. The closest wall was at least seven feet to her left.

Then what was she leaning on?

A tingle raced down her spine as the realization dawned.

Amelia had never run so fast since her days in track and field back in high school. The room was a blur to her as she sprinted her way across the room and down the hallway, in desperate need to get herself as far away from the room as possible. The hallway was dark and she hated the fact that she couldn't see what was on her sides but she focused on the light ahead of her that meant an opening.

When she reached the end of the hall she nearly crashed into Arthur who luckily stepped to the side and reached out to steady her by the shoulders.

The Russian woman eyed her from where she stood with a look of concern and fear growing from beneath all her makeup. Her eyes darted in the direction Amelia had ran from then back to the American girl who was gasping for air against her English boyfriend.

Arthur's dark eyebrows rose in bewilderment as he stared down at his fretting girlfriend. She was pale in the face and he could practically hear her heart racing out of control.

"Amelia, love? Are you all right?" He asked and she held up a finger that she needed a minute to answer him.

The Russian woman at that moment suddenly had a rush of energy and tapped Arthur on his shoulder to get his attention. "So," she started and ignored the rattled American. "You come by office now to sign paper? I will give great deal if signed today. So good you could not resist." She grinned and Arthur gave her a wearily look before looking back at his girlfriend.

"Um, yes." His green eyes glanced to Amelia then back to the woman. "We may go now if,"

"Da, da! Now would be best!" She then turned her stare on Amelia. "Will she come too?" She looked a bit uncertain but Arthur just thought it was because of her concern for his girlfriend.

"No, I'll be dropping her off at the hotel. It will only take a minute to do so." He assured her and the woman looked revealed and chuckled softly.

"I will follow in car. Now let us be going." She started walking towards the two large double front doors as Arthur dragged Amelia along with.

"W-warm... wall," she gasped between breaths and Arthur glanced wrapped an arm around her and walked them both to the doors. "T-too much...dust...sneeze."

"Amelia, please try and get ahold of yourself." Arthur insisted calmly and led her through the door.

"No..wall!" She rasped and Arthur gave her a confused look.

When they got to the car, Arthur opened the side door for her and placed her inside then ran around to the drivers seat and shut the door behind him.

"Where...going?" She now shivered and Arthur opened his mouth to answer but her sneeze cut him off.

He waited until she was done before he spoke. "I'm dropping you off at the hotel to rest and get something for your allergies. You'll be needing it for the next few months or more." He mumbled as he stretched around to see where he was going as he backed the car up.

"What?"

"Oh, were you not listening when inside?" He questioned and glanced at her then back to the long driveway that lead them away from the secluded manor. Amelia stared at him in a way that he knew she has not been paying attention earlier.

He smiled as if proudly and removed a hand from the wheel to squeeze her thigh. "I've decided that we're moving in to that charming old home."

Amelia felt her eyelid twitch at the news and the feeling of dust swirl around her nose as if she were going to sneeze. She was officially doomed.

AN: Don't you just love ghostly love and tragic back stories? Great stuff. Thanks for reading.