I'm sorry not sorry for making yet another story. However, in my defense, I am still going to finish the others, and I am excited about this one.
Present Day: Sina Manor
Levi POV
I actually don't mind being dead. It's not like I lived that great of a life anyway. I have it better now than I did when my heart was still beating. I had all of Sina Manor, the house I was born in and died in, to myself. Sure, it was old and falling apart in some places. The roof leaked when it rained and the windows were broken randomly, yeah, but it was all mine. Two stories, an attic, and the enclosed yard around it was all mine.
It was wonderful in it's glory days. It was all rich red brick and beautiful stained glass. I strived to maintain it as best as I could, but there is only so much a spirit could do. I couldn't leave the gates, so I couldn't go out for supplies, and I had used all the cleaning stuff up four or five decades ago. (I lost count. It's all the same shit, different day). I kept most things as clean as I could, using rags to dust and simple well water to mop. Still, I'd do awful, awful things for some cleaning supplies.
I spent most of my day cleaning the house and relaxing on top of the roof. People couldn't see me unless I wanted them to, (not that anyone came around the manor much, I worked hard to give it a bad name so people wouldn't move in), so I was free to lounge around anywhere I wanted to. It was from my lounging spot on the roof that I saw his sleek black car pull up.
Who was this fucker and why is he on my property?
I ducked back in the window and ran down the steps. I waited until I heard whoever it was step out of the car to open the door and step out. I slammed it hard behind me.
"Fuck!" I heard him cuss and smirked. He ran to the other side of the car to look at the front door. My smirk fell off my face.
He was hot. He was tall and blonde and just my type. He had a strong jaw, sharp blue eyes, and soft looking ivory skin. He had on a dark blue button up with the sleeves rolled up and I drooled over his forearms. He was so fine I could forgive the dorky bolo tie.
"Hello?" he called out. I rolled my eyes. It was always that first, then always 'who's there'. I waited.
"Who's there?" He walked toward the door. Yup. Every time. He walk up the steps and stood right beside me. I was right when I said he was tall, by about a foot.
I didn't have to worry about him seeing me, so I walked around him, checking out his ass and eyeing his bulge. Maybe I wouldn't run this one off right away after all…
He looked all around the door and then knocked hesitantly. His impressive eyebrows were knitted together and he looked confused, but not scared. I thought about grabbing one of the rocks from the gravel drive way and throwing it at him to see what he would do, but decided against it. I wanted to look at him some more before I ran him off.
He grumbled something I didn't catch before he went in my house. He didn't wipe his shoes on the mat outside or take them off when he went inside. Rude. Whatever, I would mop later anyway.
"Wow. For a vacant house, this place is clean." He whistled. I straightened my back with the praise, not that he could see it.
He looked at the floors, testing them with his weight. He nodded and then moved to the stairs, pulling on the banister and breaking it. He sat the broken banister down against the wall.
"Asshole!" I hissed, knowing he couldn't hear me if I didn't want him to, either. I looked over at my books. I could throw one on the ground, though. He would hear that.
"Might as well replace the whole stairs." He sighed, wiggling a loose stair board.
Wait? He's planning on replacing my stairs? My stairs in my house? On my property? I gritted my teeth.
He pulled out a shiny thing with lights on it and flipped it open. What the fuck was that? He pressed on it with his thumb and it made noises. I didn't like that thing with its weird sounds. I liked it even less when he pressed a button on it to make it ring loudly.
"You get the picture?" He asked the thing. What the fuck? He gave the silver object a picture?
"Why did you have to break the fucking banister?" A deep, growly voice said. My mouth dropped open. That thing had a voice!
"Because I wanted to see if I would have to replace the stairs. I was testing the strength of the wood." He grunted.
"Damn it, Erwin. You're supposed to be fixing it up, not breaking it." The thing said to him. So his name was Erwin.
"I know, Mike. I know. It's actually not that bad. The floors look good. There are some windows broken and I'm sure there rot in the attic from where it looks like the roof is damaged. I'm gonna head throughout the house now, you make a list."
So the thing was called a 'Mike'. Interesting.
"Yeah, yeah."
Erwin walked into the kitchen. "All new appliances are needed." He turned on the sink. It sputtered a moment before coming to life. "Water connection looks good. Floors are fine. Ceilings are good, too."
I never used that sink. I didn't like it. I got my water out of the well like I did when I was alive. That was something some shit heads did when they moved in here a couple decades ago and 'fix it up to sell'. I made sure they ran off with their tails between their legs screaming 'ghost'!
"Alright now the first bedroom. Downstairs, first left." He walked into my parent's room. It was an empty expanse of room with white paint peeling. "Floor fine. Needs a coat of paint, like the whole house, um, ceiling has some water spots."
I followed him to the guest room. I hoped he wasn't here to take more of the furniture. The last people, the sink people, had taken what little furniture there was left from the downstairs bedrooms. I still had most of my own furniture, I protected my room fiercely. My brother's and sister's room were mostly still full of furniture, even if I didn't have any possessions of their left in there. (I took what few possessions of theirs – hairbrushes, dolls, drawings, etc – and put them in my room under a floor board.
"Second bedroom. Downstairs, second left. Needs a new door." He noticed the door was off it's hinges and inside the room, leaning against the wall. That was something I had done to help drive off the sink people. "Floors are little scuffed in here. There's a bed frame in this one. Maybe sell that."
"I'll rip those caterpillars off of your face and choke you with them." I hissed, not letting him hear me. I wasn't giving up anything else.
He went through the rest of the downstairs, commenting on things like the plumbing and the walls in the hallway. I just followed him with a scowl. It was went he went upstairs to where my siblings and my room was that I bristled. I kept right on his tail as he opened Isabell's door.
"Wow, there's actually a dresser and a bed frame up here. They look good, too. Nice shape." He opened Isabell's drawers and peeked in her closet. "Looks like a good room."
He went to Farland's next, and commented on how the window was broken. Fucking baseball flew through it. I threw the ball back at those kids so hard I gave one of them a broken nose. It was passed off as 'ghost story' but it was true. Well, it was a ghost story, too. He made the same old comments about the floors were okay but the ceiling had water spot and blah blah blah. It was my house, who was this fucker to comment on it?
I saw my room was next up and went ahead of him, slipping in my room and closing the door. I used the sound of his voice commenting on the state of Farland's room to cover up the sound of me clicking the door knob lock and lowering the wooden plank over my door. I would spook him off if I needed to.
"Upstairs, third bedroom- Oh." He stood outside my door and I saw the knob twisting with him trying to get in.
"What?" the Mike thing asked.
"It's locked." Erwin paused. "Should I break it down or…?" He trailed off. I stiffed, grabbing the knife from on top of my dresser, ready to scare him if he came in here. Nothing fucking frightened people off like a floating knife coming at them.
"Naw, man. Just come back. This is enough for one day. It's gonna get dark soon, and there's no lights in there."
"Oh man. Electrician is our first call then." Erwin voice faded away down the stairs and I sat the knife back down. I waited until I heard his car start up before I unlocked my room.
"…enough for one day," the Mike thing had said. So, I hadn't seen the last of Erwin.
Erwin POV
"You know, once you get past the creepy feeling of being watched, it's not so bad." I commented, grabbing a slice of the pizza Hanje, Mike, and I had ordered.
"Did you see a ghost?" Hanje asked, leaning forward and grabbing the table edge.
"Babe, don't jizz in your pants again. There's not any ghost." Mike commented.
"Well, Erwin? Anything for me to study?" Hanje looked at me wide eyed.
"Ah, no. It's creepy, like I said, but I figured it would be a little creepy since it's so old." I grabbed a bite of heavenly cheese and tomato and savored it before continuing. "When I first got there, I thought I heard the door slam shut, but it was just the wind."
"Really? Could it have been a ghost-"
"Babe." Mike sighed and brought their arm around them. "No ghost talk while eating. Okay?"
"Fine." They eyed me. "Stop eating for a minute and tell me about the gh-"
"Hanje!" I laughed. "It was nothing."
"Nothing?" They asked.
"Nothing. I even knocked on the door just in case someone was there. I must have looked so silly, knocking at a vacant home."
"It's not vacant if there's a gh-"
"Hanje! Please!" Mike kissed his partner to get them to shut up. I laughed at them, but still couldn't get the shiver to quite leave my spine. This was going to be one hell of a project, but it was something I needed to do.
Besides…ghosts don't exist. Do they?
I'm probably going to use the next chapter(s) to speed through the process of repairing the house so that you don't die of boredom (ba dum tiss)
