When she woke the next morning, she tried to tell herself that perhaps it was all a dream.

But she knew deep down that was not the case.

If you happen to come across him again, don't listen to a word he says. He talks nonsense most of the time.

Wanda's words from the day before didn't make much sense. The apparition that appeared to her had been of his right mind, even making dry comments about her husband. He didn't appear delusional or hateful. A little aloof, perhaps, but not cruel.
She sought out Pietro later in the morning, finding him upstairs in the attic, a room that seemed to have been converted several times. She could see a crib in the corner, and paintings on the wall like those one would see in a child's nursery.
The majority of the room had been converted into a workshop, pieces of wood lay on a table with paints, and she could see a shelf displaying toys of varying purposes.

Pietro was stood at the workbench, a toy in his hands as he tinkered with it, his eyebrows drawn together in concentration. She could see the resemblances between her husband and the ghost of his father that had visited her the night before.
He heard her footsteps, and looked up, the concentration fading as he smiled, a youthful expression on his face.
"Good Morning, my love."
She smiled. "Ah didn't mean to disturb you."
"Nonsense." He extended a hand to her, and she slipped her fingers into his waiting palm, allowing him to show her his workshop.

She marveled at the toys laid out on display.

"Did you make all of these?" She picked up a doll, with a hand carved face.

"I started making toys for Wanda when we were younger….to make her happy."

"What about….your parents? Were you often alone?"

"Father was often away on business. When Mother grew ill, it didn't take long for him to follow her in death. We had to make our own happiness."

He started up a toy that played music as it moved, and she watched with interest, finding it fascinating.

She was unaware of the way he watched her, in awe of her.

"So different…" He spoke softly.

She turned to look at him. "Hmm? From who?"

He shook his head slightly. "Everyone." He smiled slightly.

She took in his expression, this man who was her husband. He had spent a lonely childhood up here in this attic, and her heart swelled with affection at how kind and gentle he was.

She leaned forward and stood up on tiptoe to kiss him, gently.

He went still at first, but soon responded in kind, kissing her back with a sweetness she had come to adore.

She felt his hands lift her up and sit her down on a nearby countertop, his kiss turning more heated. She was pleasantly surprised by his actions, the way he kissed and touched her.

Abruptly, he stopped, going still, turning his head slightly.

"Pietro? What's wrong?" She asked.

"I thought I heard a noise." He replied, and pulled away from her slightly.

It was mere seconds after he said this that they heard footsteps, Wanda rounding the corner with a tray holding a teapot and cups.

Pietro pulled away from her fully, the moment lost as Wanda entered the room.

"Ah! I thought I might find you up here." Wanda greeted them.
She set the tray down on a small patch of the workbench that had space. "I brought us some tea."
"You're too kind, Wanda." Anna Marie smiled as she watched Wanda pour two cups of tea.
"Pietro?" Wanda questioned. "Tea?"
He shook his head. "No, thank you."
There was an almost awkward silence before Wanda handed Anna Marie one of the cups she had prepared. "Drink. It will warm you."
Anna Marie sipped the tea, as a look was exchanged between Wanda and Pietro, the latter half appearing a little troubled.
She went to bed that night feeling exhausted, despite not much exertion that day. But this time when she awoke, there was a stabbing pain in her abdomen. She rolled over, her hand searching for Pietro.
But she found the bed cold, and no one was there.
Where is he?
She sat up, searching the room, and did not see him anywhere, finding herself alone. She rose from the bed, and lit the candle, intending to go searching for him.
Her dressing gown over her, she ventured out into the hallway, trying to surmise where her husband could be at such a late hour.
She walked down the hallway, hearing creaking and voices.
"Pietro?" She called softly, wanting to find him, but also not wanting to wake Wanda if she was sleeping nearby.
She heard the sound of something falling, and turned at the noise, thinking that perhaps he was close by.
Her first thought was of the study where she had first met the ghost of Pietro's father, Max.
Is that where he spends most of his time? Could it be him that ah heard?
She made her way down the hallway, the candle in her hand providing light.
She found a door standing ajar, with a box having overturned on the floor. The box contained wax cylinders, phonographs from what she could tell. She found it a little odd, not knowing what someone would need so many for.
Perhaps Wanda recorded her piano playin' on them?
She put the phonograph cylinders back in the box, and was in the process of shutting the door, when she saw it. Bony hands, appearing to be crawling up from the floor down the hall. The hands were followed by a skeletal body, that looked to be soaked in blood from how red it was.
The ghostly skeleton made moaning noises as it crawled towards Anna Marie, and she took off the other direction, away from this ghastly apparition.
It made chase, and she ran as fast as she could, not sure where she was going, but running anyway.
She came upon the lift, and, not fully thinking it through, climbed in and shut the gate.
The lift, as if it had a mind of its own, locked, and began its descent down, to the level that Pietro had once told her was too dangerous to be down in.
When the lift stopped at the level below, she found what appeared to be old machinery, scrap metal that was rusting away, no longer in use.
She got off the lift, and could see that a majority of the contraptions and devices down here were fairly old, older than she was. But a few….there were some that looked practically new, but were broken or damaged in some way.
As she looked further, she found a corner of the room that held luggage. She found it odd, for there was no one in the house but herself, Wanda and Pietro.
One of the trunks had initials on it- A.F.
Who's A.F.?
The trunk was locked, and she wouldn't be able to open it without a key.
She decided, after trying to pry it open, that she would abandon the task for now. She climbed back in the lift, her original quest of finding her husband having taken a detour.
She sent the lift back up to the main level, and was thinking over all of this, barely looking up in time as she stepped out of the lift to be met with a pair of piercing blue eyes.
She gasped as she was once again face to face with the ghost of Max Eisenhardt.