Chapter 1: A House with a History
Isle of Feres
18 years ago
"Young master, this way!" A young Van called out. The young boy continued to star intently at the house in front of him. It was a very old mansion. People say the woman who lived in the house had 12 daughters and 1 son. Her husband was said to have died years ago. "Who lives in the house, Vandesdelca?" the young boy asked.
Vandesdelca sighed and walked over to his masters side. "People say a woman named Meredith Stadtfeld lives in this house, but she never comes out. Lots of people blame her for witch craft and that she works for the devil. She along with her 13 children." he explained. The young master seemed interested in the story. 'I wonder…' he thought, walking one step closer to the house.
"Guy!?"
The boy turned around quickly. His older sister, Mary, was waving and smiling at him from afar. "Vandesdelca, Gailardia, it's time to come home!" Mary called. They were staying in the Isle of Feres for the week. They had relatives there. Guy smiled wildly and ran to his sister, Van not too far behind him. Mary of course welcomed him with open arms. "Is he telling you these ridiculous stories again?" she asked playfully.
Guy laughed childishly. "No. He was only telling me the history on the house." he stated happily. Mary hid her concern as she looked at her brother. Van frowned. He could see the worry in her face.
That night Guy was up late. He continued to stare out his window no matter what Van said. "I wanna go look at the house!" he exclaimed happily, pulling on his coat and his shoes. Van smiled nervously and scratched the back of his head. "I-I don't think that's such a good idea, young master." he said. Guy ignored this and ran past Van out the room.
"Y-young master!?" Van called out. Guy was already gone. He dashed out of the mansion and rushed to the somewhat abandoned looking house down the street. He laughed all the way there until he came up to it. He was a few steps away from the steps leading to the front doors. He stared blankly at the house, as if it was calling out to him. It looked even scarier in the dark.
He put his hand on the left side of his head as it began to ache. Many female voices were in were in his head.
"Go back home honey…now."
"*giggle* Come here little boy. Let's play a game."
"Stay away from the house, sweetie. Go back now."
"We can play hide and seek. I'll be fun."
"Stay away from this house, please! I'm begging you!"
Guy began to slowly walk up the house. "Mary…? Is that you?" he asked. He got no response in return.
"Let's play hide and seek. You hide…and I seek."
"Mary, this isn't funny." Guy whined. His face looked somewhat scared. The door began to slowly open. Guy stopped in his tracks. The door finally swung open and revealed a girl wearing a white dress. Her skin looked zombie blue and her hair blended into the darkness behind her. Her eyes looked like she was an alien. Thunder and lightning clashed in the sky at her appearance.
"FOUND YOU."
Guy screamed in fear, turned around and began to run. Not having control he tripped on one of the cracks on the floor boards and fell flat on the concrete cutting his knee slightly open and gave him a slightly bleeding scratch on his head. The worst thing that happened was that he cut his hand open.
It was at that time the rain began to pour down, the door slammed shut and Mary, Van and Guy's parents arrived at the scene. Guy's mother embraced him closely. Tears ran down maniacally down Guy's face. Guy's father and Van stared furiously at the woman shadow in the window. She watched with a smirk on her face as the young noble continued to cry to his mother and sister.
"It truly is a devils house." Guy's father stated. Van nodded in agreement. The shadow soon disappeared into the house. That mansion could hold at least 30 people in it, with 20 bedrooms, 8 bathrooms, and other rooms that were perfect for a haunting; a good scare. Most people would think the spooks and the ghosts inside the mansion were all a fairy tale. But not to Guy. Even to this day that night in front of the mansion still wasn't a part of the past. To him it was recent. It was a part him.
Author's note: Tales of the Abyss © Kosuke Fujishima and Bandai/Namco
I don't own the game nor the characters in any way.