A/N: Character updates: Santana Lopez as Sue Blackwell [previous character: Isabel Eddison]

A/N2: Sorry for the delay, had to deal with a very bratty five-year-old today, and now my asthma's being a bitch...

"The Haunting At Noble House"
Marie Noble's Uneasy Soul

The butler had 'carried' the victim over to the side, and there he had reached into his jacket and pulled out an envelope, placing it in the dead girl's hands. He got up and walked away, leaving her to read instructions he'd marked on the envelope: This was a new character she now had to undertake, and she would find new clothes in a small room nearby.

Meanwhile, the living room crowd was still reeling. "We shouldn't have come back," Genevieve insisted. "This place, it's cursed… " She found a convenient way to go and take support from Henry, who no doubt needed some as well, having lost his sister. Few were those who didn't know about Mrs. Noble's taking a shine to her late daughter's fiancé, even in her living days. Her advances were never reciprocated, but that didn't stop her from trying. Henry, he didn't fight it; his mind was elsewhere.

"Genevieve, please," Geoffrey gave his wife a look, but she ignored him, so he turned his chair back, joining the others' quiet contemplation. "What was she doing up there? I've always said it was dangerous," he persisted.

"It was an accident," Evelyn told him, and a moment later the lights flashed, another signal agreed upon: Marie was unhappy. The guests startled, looked around.

"Bradley, is something wrong with the electricity?" Geoffrey turned to the butler, who approached him.

"No, Sir, I don't think so, Sir," he bowed at each response. "I'll check, Sir," he turned and hurried away, just as one of the maids, Miss Blackwell, entered the scene, refreshed and clueless to the event which had just taken place.

"Dinner will be served, Mr. Noble," she spoke breathily. Geoffrey averted his eyes, but then turned to look at his guests. "Mr. Noble?" the maid asked.

"I suppose we should go… Everyone, please?" Geoffrey indicated 'the dining room' and the table. Everyone started to get up, slowly but surely, moving to the table and their assigned seats. Bradley the butler moved in to quietly remove the place setting for Isabel Eddison, taking it… to the table which had his own plate and utensils… The maid saw this, briefly looking like Santana Lopez again as she realized she would be eating alone with Kurt… and Brittany… So she became Miss Blackwell again, just in time to help Bradley serve dinner.

"So you'll be delaying the wedding then?" Genevieve looked to Henry, with a concern not so genuine. "I mean, with the funeral and…"

"Genevieve," her husband scolded; she just shrugged and sipped her drink.

"I guess we have to," Ella replied. "Right?" she turned to Henry, who looked uncomfortable, suddenly the center of attention. After a moment though, he looked up and replied.

"No… We'll keep the date. She would have wanted it that way…" he nodded.

"Good for you," Evelyn spoke up, raising her glass. "Right, Gene?" she smirked to her sister-in-law, who gave her a good solid glare. "I'll be right back, fill my drink up again," she stumbled on back to the bar… She wasn't all that sober now.

"Why did you have to invite her? You know how I feel about… her…" Genevieve threw at her husband.

"She's my sister," he defended. "And I didn't invite her… Actually, we… were invited… to our own home," he realized.

"We were, too," Ella pitched in.

At this moment, Bradley brought in the last of dinner, interrupting the conversation enough that the subject changed. He returned to the small 'staff' table in company of Miss Blackwell. As for the ghost, she had gone from the table without a word. In the 'living room,' the tipsy one heard a whisper call her name… "Evelyn Noble…"

At the table, the conversation was on the verge of turning sour once more, when… the lights went out, a loud scream, and a 'thud…' The lights came back on, and everyone was on high alert, quickly noticing… "Where's Evelyn?" Geoffrey asked, just as there was a scream from the other room… Miss Blackwell had found the body, at the exact same spot as Isabel's… same as Marie's… "Evelyn!" Geoffrey came up as they all rushed in from the dining room.

"Oh… Evelyn…" Genevieve gasped.

"Two of them, on the same day, and in the same place… It can't be a coincidence…" Ella pointed out. "But we were here, and the staff…"

"Marie…" Henry spoke, not necessarily to any of them, but it got them talking, still.

"Do you think? She could… be here?" Genevieve spoke dramatically, looking around. Geoffrey looked back.

"Don't be ridiculous, Genevieve."

"What if she is though… Sir," Bradley spoke up. "What if she's always been here, angry and confused? What then?" he looked to each of them.

TO BE CONTINUED (TOMORROW)