300 years has went by since Master Gracey was cursed; he still mourned the loss of his Beautiful bride Emily; who did not become a spirit like he did.He wondered if he would ever find someone who could help him break this wretched curse on his home and set his soul free.As the years went on, he lost hope, who would be willing to help a ghost in need? He's dead, why would anyone want to help him.
"Please, Mr.Gracey, cheer up.Someone will help us, it just takes time" April was concerned for her former employer, she hated seeing him in this state of depression. "How can you be so perky April, your dead.Why are you so happy? and how long am I going to be stuck like this.A fate I did not deserve" -piano music playing
"And for goodness sake's Ezra, stop with the dreadful music.Its so depressing." the music came to an abrupt stop.:"Sorry sir, but you know I'm stuck playing the same tune over and over." "Yes, I'm well aware of that; I'm going insane here!"
"And for goodness sake's Ezra, stop with the dreadful music.Its so depressing." the music came to an abrupt stop.:"Sorry sir, but you know I'm stuck playing the same tune over and over." "Yes, I'm well aware of that; I'm going insane here!"
Master Gracey sat quietly in his home, playing a sad, melancholy tune that he had known for too long. He had long giving up hope finding anyone to help him in this terrible state, and resulted into finding comfort in music.....meanwhile outside.....
"Where the hell am I?" I looked around at the the estate.What a gorgeous, yet creepy home.I hope whoever lives here can help me find my way back to the interstate.
"Hello?" Anyone home?" After 20 minutes of standing outside in the cold; I decided to go in.Yes, don't lecture me about just walking in.
I slowly opened the door, looking around, I didn't see any signs of life.Where could everyone be? "Hello? I need some help finding the interstate"
"Hello" a soft voice spoke from behind me.I turned around to find myself standing face to face with a ghost.I jumped almost 15 feet off the ground.
"Please don't be afraid.I won't cause you any harm" After a few moments, I relaxed.and began chatting with this spirit.I could hear the sadness in his voice; it was heartbreaking to see someone like this, even a ghost.
Master Gracey began telling me of his past.It was a heart breaking story indeed. "And I've been so lonely here, no one to talk to not a friend in the world; and cursed on top of it" "I may be able to help you; I have a granddaughter who is very much into stories like this...But maybe I shouldn't tell anymore." "Please Bertha, if there's any chance of me getting help, please do tell." "I'm not sure if I could convince her to come; what she studies is all fake, deep down she's pretty scared of meeting a real spirit" He looked at me desperately with those sad eyes."Then tell her I'm an old family friend.She doesn't need to know I'm dead." I looked at him in the most peculiar way."I think she would notice your transparency and lack of reflection." He chuckled."Believe me Bertha, I can become more real if I try.Tell her what I told you.And she won't know I'm dead, I beg you." So I agreed to have my granddaughter come spend the summer here.
"Maybe....her granddaughter will be the one...No, its too much to hope for.."