The Slave Haunting

Summary: In old pre-revolutionary America, the South enjoyed a major deal of the wealth of the New World. With large plantations and prospering aristocratic families, Souther Plantation owners lived comfortable, wealthy lives...All but the Shield's family, one of the most prosperous of the Southern Plantation families in Virginia, Stationed in one of the oldest regions of the state the family manor begins to undergo a series of "odd" events centered around one of the families young black servants. And just as things seems to be getting better, the Lord's sons, from abroad in London come in at the end of the school year and the haunting take on a whole new turn.

NOTE: This might portray sauced up image of slavery, but Slavery was not a fanfic, not romantic or happy Gilmore in any way...I just prefer making it happy because there's too much sadness in the world already

Chapter 4: The Interest of Study

No mirror, or a closet, there was a small table with a brush and several small drawers where he assumed there might be some clothing for her to use.

He made a move to get up and go to the dresser, but the young girl would not relinquish her hold on him.

With a sign of degenerate defeat he got off the bed with her in tow and headed for the the dresser. With the girl balanced in one hand he opened the drawer and rummaged through it; there were only under garments in it, so he closed it and moved to the next one. That one only had skirts, and the last one only shirts. He was about to give up when he saw something sticking out from the bottom of the bed...a blanket.

He went to the bed and leaned down to pick up the blanket, seeing as how the girl had no intention of letting him go, he pried her off of him and placed her gently on the bed, then he covered her with the blanket.

He was content with his work and was about to resume his position on the seat where he would make a note of her chill, but a second look at her and he could clearly see that she was still shivering.

Left with little choice he snuggled into the blankets near her in an attempt to keep her warm. He knew that the human body offered a lot of warmth to the chilled, he had learned so when he and a couple of friends had been caught in a snow storm out in the Russian wilderness. Luckily on that day he had been fortunate enough to snuggle next to the Beautiful Irish beauty Berly who had been vacationing in Russia.

Now he was snuggling up to a haunted young girl who moments ago was being slammed against this very bed like a rag doll.

I was beginning to miss Russia and its brutally cold winters.

I most have somehow fallen asleep sometime in the night because when I awoke later it was the the horrified gasp of one of the maids, who immediately ran off to fetch mother.

"Dear god Endy, you have barely reached home and this is what you do. I know you are a grown man and free to...dally around as you wish, but I will not accept this. You know Serena is very dear to me and she is incapacitated for god's sake, don't take advantage of her." My mother's reprimanded chiding voice sent me jolting from the bed...and I had been afraid that she would wake up as well, but she just turned away and continued to sleep.

I ran a hand through my hair and looked at mother with lazy eyes.

"Mother I was not taking advantage of her. She was shivering and I was just trying to keep her warm." The skeptical look in my mother's eyes lasted only long enough for Serena to start her fit of shaking, which intensified into tremors. Her teeth began to chatter and her labored breathing came out with as half breaths.

The tremors intensified until the whole bed was shaking. I sprang off the bed just in time to see it lift from the ground and go crashing back down. The entire room became chilled, and even though the sun was shinning outside, the room had a dimness to it that was not natural at all. The bed began to rise higher and higher before slamming back to the ground.

Serena opened her eyes when the bed finally stopped rattling, those haunting blue eyes stared straight at me before they turned into her head. She rose from the bed by the hand, she looked as if someone was dragging her into the wall by her arm.

She began struggling, dangling her feet around, almost as if she was struggling to keep herself from slamming into the wall.

All of her body was in her control save for her right hand, that hand was used to carve some words against the wall...her nails crapping the letters into the wall.

Blood from the break in her nails and the splinters embedding themselves in her hand smeared the wall. When the spirit was done with whatever it wanted Serena was released and her body crumbled to the ground like a rag dolls.

Mother immediately went to her side and cradled her, taking her injured hand to examine it further.

"Get a wet cloth to clean this up and some bandages to tie it up...Endymion be of use and get her on the bed." I complied coming to lift the once again shivering Serena into the bed. In all of the haste and commotion none of us paid any mind to the engravings on the wall.

One of the maids came in with a bowl of hot water and a cloth which mother took from her and immediately moved to clean Serena's hand.

"Mother, get them to prepare a scalding hot bath so we can warm her up, then bring extra blankets for her use, and a hot meal. In the mean time...I think I should take a closer look at that little ghostly message." I turned my attention to the written message on the wall. They were numbers. 1161610. It was perplexing, but a clue none the less.

I took my parchment and jotted the numbers down.

Whatever or whomever this ghost was, I had the distinct notion that it wanted to be found, somehow.

I left them moments after the hot bath was brought it. I was certain that mother would supervise the bath and the eating. I would check in on her later. Right now I needed to take a look at her "nightmarish art" works to see if she was attempting to get anything across like many of the possessed are dubbed to often do.

I went into mother's study and searched around the drawers for the papers papers I needed. There was nothing. Several pieces but considering how happy and gleeful they were I was assuming they were some of her post-haunting work.

I slumped down on the comfortable chair and sighed, where could her work be...Not the library we were there only hours ago. And not in her room, it was virtually empty. So where...?

A loud crashing sound had me up from the chair and looking around with wide wild eyes. The sound echoed again, this time from outside, I opened the door and looked around, nothing. I was about to return into the room when a laughter echoed from the hall a few feet away.

Great! I was the one being haunted now.

I followed the voice around, despite my common sense urging me against the whole thing.

The voice, led me to the attic, it had undergone the most change. The room had been ghastly frightening when I was younger; it was old and barren with old furniture and family goods stored up there. Now it was beautifully painted in a light creamy color with and everywhere dark gloomy paintings hung.

On the floor in piles and heaps were what I assume were the previous paintings that decorated the walls.

I took a close look at the room and with a heavy sigh decided to acquaint myself with the space for I would be spend a rather long considerable number of hours here.

The windows were bolted shot and heavy draperies were flung around them to keep out the day, so I had to use the old dingy lamp to see anything. I began by first collecting the paintings that were on the walls, I pilled them down besides my feet and commenced with examining them for any.

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