The Spectre in the House

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

25 years old Kristy Lohyl prefers to indulge in the life of music and singing, but when her family died in an accident, she is forced to be the head of the Lohyls. However, she is unwilling to do so, because as she becomes the family head, a great betrayal act is about to begin- for their allies are plotting to kill Kristy. And all of a sudden the mysterious Spectre who had haunted the servants in the House for so long appears in front of Kristy, and actually offers Kristy a way out of her current life?

On the 24th March sometime on the 1820s, a many newspapers had held the title of “THE DEATH OF 3, THE RISE OF THE 6TH”, and many of the rich townsfolk had rushed to buy heaps of newspaper that had held any relation to that certain title of subject, while the poor ones were invited into small gatherings where the educated read off the headings of these alarming news. That was the day of the deaths of three people in the prestigious Lohyl family: The dignified Fifth Heir Mr Rody Lohyl, the ever-praised witful lady and wife of Mr Rody, Ms Green Tayl, and finally, the supposed Sixth Heir Odan Lohyl. These 3 people most important to the well-being of the distinguished Lohyl family had all died in a bad accident of the case of a wild and insane tiger that killed them during its rampaging moments. And the only family left was the poor daughter Ms Kristy Lohyl who initially wanted to lead some other kind of life, but was immediately bounded by her bloodline to do the duties of her family. She was too young at a tender age of 25 to be forced into inheriting all work of the family. Nevertheless she is a Lohyl after all, and every single Lohyl would always have to exceed far more than the society’s expectations, and no weakness or incompetence must be shown, for if the Lohyls were to complete their own aspire of dominating the economic world, one such rule is to be a group of enormous power and the ability to hide all weak points that they have. But this is still too much for poor Kristy, no matter. She had already been shown strong of heart to not breakdown in the unfortunate parting of her parents and her one and only beloved older brother, much less to even to actually be able to let the Lohyl family still stand stably on its own. Anyone would also know, that this little girl being the Sixth Heir of the Lohyl had already been an advantage to the Lohyl’s old enemies and also the cause of a birth of new rivals that had seek to mercilessly get rid of poor Kristy. All people had for Kristy was merely expectations, expectations, and more expectations! Had no one actually gave a thought for her or even cared for her! I knew that all Kristy merely wanted, before her family’s deaths, all she had just wanted was the free life of a musician, to be a singer that indulged herself in a beautiful art known as music. But must this dream be far too hard? All I had known were Kristy’s worries and struggles, pains and obstacles, sadness and challenges. Then all on one day, like any normal day, it was reported Milady Kristy ( I am her servant and past childhood playmate, so of course I had to call her by milady) had not woken up, and was still probably lying in her bed as the doors of her room was closed. No one dared to wake Kristy up, and so it was decided rashly that it be a day of rest for her, also because that day was Leet and no important meetings were appointed on Leet Day. By next day however, the door was still closed. No one had seen the door open nor close, and I was ordered to wake Milady Kristy up from her slumber. But when I did enter her room however, was there was no Kristy there. The room had become surprisingly tidy, and paperwork all lined neatly in a pile on the table, her pot of ink placed on a nice angle on her work pile. Her bed had the sheets nicely ruffled up to a side and the pillows placed closely on the bed. Kristy had VANISHED! But it could not be kidnapping, for all the guard men on watch were those of professional guards, and they had all told that they heard no sound of another person in Kristy’s room except she herself, and guaranteed that they never took off their eyes from the door. This was as shock as shock could be, for if the only and last Lohyl heir, the sixth heir of the Lohyl family, Kristy Lohyl that be missing, indeed a great downfall would descend upon the whole house. A famous and clever inspector(who has the reputation known that he was never unable to solve a single case) was hired to search for clues and find Ms Kristy Lohyl quickly. He had come to the room searching for fingerprints, any slight difference in the room, and he did observe every single detail. But what that happened in the end was an unsuccessful detective, exasperated from work, who had admit, “ No, I did not find a single clue, not one strange thing. Everything was in fact that of surprisingly fine, and I could find no explanation for the missing Kristy.” Thus with such a speech delivered from the inspector, who had never been driven into a corner in a game of wits and mystery, the only way people tried to explain this strange affair, was that it was the work of a GHOST. That perhaps a ghost had spirited Kristy away. What people believe, I however do not. Because I know that Kristy is alive. She had been like a sister to me rather than a friend, and I know such nonsense of Kristy being “spirited away” is nothing but a childish way for people to draw a conclusion by blaming the supernatural. But the part about a GHOST, that however maybe true, for I did have some memories of hearing a man’s voice in Kristy’s room when I was just outside the door about to come in to deliver Kristy’s snacks. When I came in, there was no one with Kristy. I knew that her cupboards were too tiny to hide even a small boy in, and the space underneath the bed was flat and not even a toy dog could squeeze through, and there was no way someone could hide in her room. And one day, when I was bringing the clean bedsheets up the stairs to do folding, I swore I had glimpsed of a shadow sliding through another aisle of doorways in the house, and slipped into MY ROOM. I rushed inside my private little place, to see a book with slight golden furnishings on the tips of the book cover. Curiosity had made me open the book and begin to read, and this was where I realized this was no ordinary journal or whatsoever. It was Kristy’s MEMOIRS! Brought by that shadow or GHOST to my room. And as I began to read, the real truth had unfurled before my very eyes as I turned each page. Now I write here Kristy’s memoirs after her parents had died, and the answer to her mysterious disappearance.

-Alma Lammawen


Submitted: November 08, 2014

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