Author's Note: Here is chapter number 2, I hope you all find it as enjoyable or more so than the first! Remember to R&R, feedback always is welcomed.
Macyn Blue
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Chapter Two
"Ghosts"
Must.
It clung to the air like a heavy blanket. The smell was almost over whelming when breathed in, and the amount of dust on the floors, windows, covered furniture, was enough to make you gag as some of it sprang into the air as a little bit of the fresh air from outside met with the dated air of that of the house.
It really was a beautiful house, Elizabeth conceded as her green-blue eyes danced around the entry room. Everything was very ornate looking. Marble floor, winding staircase, it was all very beautiful despite the thick coat of grime that lay on everything. And somehow vaguely familiar…?
'This is a historical building, why didn't the city keep it up?' Elizabeth wondered to herself as she dropped her bag on the floor with a resounding thud, a plume of dust rose into the air from the disruption.
She walked towards the sitting room; all the furniture was covered with white sheets. The off-white figures reminded Elizabeth vaguely of ghosts as they sat quietly in their undisturbed sadness. Why sadness? Because they were neglected for so long, perhaps?
Elizabeth couldn't understand her feelings as an image faintly appeared in her mind's eye.
The image slowly came into focus before her and her surroundings began to disappear into the image, the chairs lost their sheets, and the grime and dust faded.
Suddenly the faint smell of something baking tickled her nose, teasing with the promise of scones or biscuits.
A young woman in a plain, red and white dress appeared in the doorway carrying a tray upon which sat a teapot, and several other things to complete the tea set.
The tray was set down on an ornate mahogany table. It had claw feet and sat in between two small but still gorgeous sofas.
On one sofa sat a beautiful girl, possibly no more then 20. She had long golden hair and elegant, alluring features. Honey brown eyes flicked to the maid, and bayed her thanks graciously with a warm smile.
The girl was dressed in a long dress with pearls along the scooping neckline. Lace flared out around the cuffs, and the blue of the garment made the woman's fair skin almost glow.
Before the movie like vision could unfold further, the entire scene began to fade. And for some reason Elizabeth was highly disappointed as the warm glow of the candles began to dwindle away and the image of the fine lady began to wane until all that was left was the current condition of the sitting room.
The overwhelming smell of must returned to her, and the ghosts of the past sat before her once more.
"That was different." Elizabeth muttered, as she looked around the room in a slightly paranoid fashion.
"I must have dreamt it." She decided with a final inflection in her voice, leaving the room quickly, she went to rejoin her parents.