An American Haunting
Chapter 1: Home Sweet Home
The lovely autumn breeze came down the long dirt road. The leaves began to change colors from a dark green to a rusty red, a canary yellow and a pumpkin orange. The trees went on forever as the long road soon came to an end. The trees began to taper off as one by one vanished into the background. Soon the two story white column plantation came into view. The lovely plantation sat on 50 acres of land at least, maybe even more.
The grand home was that of what a little girl would dream about. The lovely green shutters on the windows, stood out from the egg shell white paint. The long porch to entertain guest on for hours; a big yard for children to play in. The lovely gazebo along with the carriage house were just a few of the buildings that lingered around the haunting but lovely estate.
The grass was the color of a dark green forest. The color of the estate as a whole did everything to try and hide the haunting quality of its past.
A very fine carriage came galloping down the road as a young couple gazed at the house. Sitting next to her husband of four years Scarlett O'Hara Butler gazed at the home as she knew it was the house she had always dreamed about. This house out did Tara. Yes, Tara was nice and all, but this house just looked more her taste. The columns were bigger, the porch was longer the land seemed bigger and brighter, the home it's self seemed very costly. At least from her point of view it did. And that was perfectly fine with her.
Not hearing a word from his wife Rhett looked over to find that his wife was so speechless by even the sight of the place and she hadn't seen the inside yet. "I gather you like the place my pet?" Rhett asked as he threw the end of his cigar out into the open yard.
"Yes, very much, but Rhett, how did you find such a place?" Scarlett asked not taking her eyes off of the grand old place. It had been there for at least a hundred years.
"Oh I have friends," Rhett said with a slight laugh.
Scarlett took her eyes off of the house for a few moments and asked "It's not that whores Belle Watling's is it?" By the way he laughed Scarlett had her suspicions.
"How dare you bring her into this?" His cool voice put a deeper chill in the October air. "I will have you know a man in town was telling me about it and from the sound of it I thought it would fit you amnesty."
At hearing the true meaning Scarlett felt a little bad for bring Belle into this. However within a moment or so it was brushed aside and all the attention was back on the house…and her of course.
Pulling up the big house Rhett helped Scarlett out of the grand carriage. "Your home Mrs. Butler," Rhett said waving his arm towards the big white door.
Scarlett held her breath as the front door opened with a creak and a crack. The door soon opened to a big gust of air being blown through the front entrance. Her emerald eyes going wide; while a gasp escaped her ruby red lips. The front entrance was that out of a book. The lovely marble floor shinned as the sun shown in from the windows.
A double staircase with a long black railing led up to the second floor where more wonder was to fit and amaze. A big Grandfather clock stood next to the staircase. Many things here and there added to the entrance. A little table sat next to the front door along with a hook for coats and shaws. A little plan yes, but when she got all of her things in it, it would seem more like home.
To the left of the doorway was an oak door. The library perhaps or maybe a study? Scarlett would find out soon enough what that door led to, along with the one just in front of her. In the mean while she began looking around the entrance. After all this was her home now.
Looking up Scarlett found the ceiling better looking than that of the marble floor. The ceiling was a pure white with a design within it. The outside had a unique pattern to it. It almost looked as if they were leafs of some kind, with a square wrapped within the leafs, but who could really tell from below? However, the inside of them was much easier to see. A very elegant design was much too much for just the leafs. Who had ever heard of such a thing? Scarlett wondered as something else would soon catch her eyes.
Hanging from the ceiling was a lovely Crystal Chandelier. The light reflected off it as if it were a sign for sailors to come home. Turning around she faced Rhett. Seeing the look upon her face he knew she was pleased. "If Scarlett thought this was amazing wait till she sees the rest of the house." Rhett told himself as he laughed with delight.
"What is so funny?" Scarlett asked with an eyebrow arched.
"Nothing my pet," Taking her hand he led her to the door just to the left of them. Stopping just before the door Rhett put his hands on the door knobs. Pushing the doors open Scarlett was once again amazed at what she saw. The room was a big library. Not that Scarlett liked to read, but maybe she could learn to. The room was a deep green with gold trim that went along the walls and ceiling. Many bookcases filled the room while a sofa sat in front of a big desk that held all kind of documents. A brown carpet sat beneath the many pieces of furniture while a lovely fireplace warmed the room.
Upon the wall was a portrait of a man. A man that looked so mean so evil it was hard to look at anything else in the room. "Rhett, who is that?" Scarlett asked pointing at the picture.
"Possibly the former owner," He could tell by the look upon his young wife's face that it scared her to look at it. "Shall we see the rest of the house?" Rhett asked as he knew it would be harder and harder to show his wife the rest of the house as they went along. Nodding her head yes they left the room. Shutting the door they kept on their way. Walking up stairs they soon would come upon the bedrooms.
"There are four bedrooms," Rhett said as they reached the top of the staircase. "The master bedroom is down this hall here." Walking down a small corridor they soon came to, two double doors.
"Since when did you become interested in doing such a thing?" Scarlett asked as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"I have to live here as well my pet." Rhett said as he took out the key for the bedroom.
"We wouldn't want to end up at your mothers," Scarlett said under her breath.
"What was that my pet?" Rhett asked as if he hadn't heard her, but he knew all well what she said.
"Nothing," Scarlett said covering up her remark. The doors were soon thrown open to reveal the most beautiful bedroom Scarlett had ever seen. A lovely canapé bed lay against the wall with a lovely pink bed spread. While a lovely shade of red covered the walls.
"We are getting rid of that the moment our stuff arrives."
Scarlett didn't seem to hear him for she was captivated by the closet and vanity she had been told about. Seeing a lovely mirror Scarlett looked into it. She could remember being a little girl and watching her mother getting ready for a parties. "The closet is amazing." Scarlett said re-entering the bedroom.
Not finding Rhett in the room Scarlett made her way over to one of the many windows, in which one happened to be a window seat. Looking out she saw a breathe taking view. A lovely fountain sat in the back as it looked to be four or five tears high all while going downhill. Putting her hand on the window glass she began to get lost within her thoughts.
"Emma?" a voice called out from behind her.
A/N: I know I'm a little late, but here is my Halloween story. Who could this Emma be that this person has called out to our Scarlett? Hmm stay tuned and you shall find out. Review!