A/N: I do not or ever will own Merlin or any of the characters. The only things I own is the plot and any characters I make myself. Please let me know what you think and enjoy.
Chapter One
Merlin sighed as he sat on the ground and listened to his friend Gawain talk. Out of all his friends, Gawain was the only one he found. Not Percival, or Leon, Lancelot or Gwen. Gaias or... Arthur. Especially Arthur. And even though Gawain didn't remember him, they quickly became good friends just as they were before.
On this particular day Merlin found himself sitting in the park, his back up against a tree with Gawain who had started to talk about a house which was for sale.
"And I have a meeting with the Realtor tomorrow afternoon to have a tour of the place." He was saying but when Merlin didn't answer he waved a hand in front of his face before continuing. "Come on, Merlin! This is an opportunity!" At the mention of his name Merlin couldn't help but grin widely. Gawain was the only one he ever told his real name to in centuries, and it felt good to hear it again.
"Ok." Merlin eventually answered. "Let's see this house."
So that's how the ancient warlock and Gawain found themselves walking up to the front door of a large Victorian manor the next afternoon. "HOUSE, Gawain. It's an awfully large house." As they reached the door all Gawain did was shrug before knocking loudly on the door. It was opened by a face that Merlin had thought that he would ever see again.
"Hi. Nice to meet you. I'm Gwen Smith." She said. She led them into the entrance hall and started speaking. As soon as Merlin stepped foot across the entryway Merlin got an uneasy feeling of being watched and he thought he saw someone standing right next to him out of the corner of his eye but when he looked there was nothing there. Shaking the feeling away he turned around to face Gwen with a newfound hope in his smile. 2 down, 6 to go.
"5 years ago a boy was murdered in the park nearby." Gwen mentioned. "this was his house but when he died his father decided to sell the house instead of keeping it. It's been for sale since. No one has called for a viewing until Mr. Green here did. Enough said let's show you around the house." And without another word they went around the house.
There was obviously a kitchen, a huge dining room, 15 bedrooms, a sitting room and even a home theatre that sat 15. There was more but if I list them all now we would be here forever. As they were exiting the last room which was the library Merlin felt a sudden chill come from behind him, he turned around expecting to see a doroca but the room was empty.
Shrugging Merlin left the room to follow the other two. When he turned the corner he saw them down the hall. But they weren't alone, and lone blurry figure walked next to them and when Merlin blinked the spectre was gone. This house was haunted.