Akeldama A Crushing was a women of her word. Her family had started off in the United States though soon settled in the United Kingdom from her fourth great grandmother's fault who was named Edith. The women quiet frankly didn't listen and believed in the dead the rest of the family following suit. Akeldama was African American adopted into the family sadly wishing to not have been.
For she was named the red field after some myth of how her grandmother escaped the lad of red with her new found husband. A shame really to believe in the dead.
She had saw certain things to leave her to question but merely believe in it would be foolish.
Akeldama was a writer and now to get a story she went to Allerdale Hall. She was the only daughter to her widow of a mother receiving all money and such her mother left off. She stood in front of the place she had signed the deed and only carried a case that held the family type writer and paper in it while the other held her needs she would have bought the rest in the town below. Her green dress was off putting having all the women wore yellow, blue and her mother lastly white though green was her best suit.
Hastily she started walking to the door her heels hitting the red clay making her smile at the pattern her shoes had. Slowly she opened the doors dust flying slightly into her face making her set her case down to cover her mouth as she coughed.
The place was a beauty making her look at it her hazel eyes lighting up before they went dull once more.
" oh the dust.." she trailed off looking at a stair case rail that was slightly broken.
" Is that where grandmother fell. Oh dear the back pain she felt for the rest of her life." She spoke as she saw how one would have to be bonded to a corset for the most of their days to get better posture.
Before she had came to the manor they fixed the place up. Many workers died on site or some quite when saw of a woman by a piano or a man standing quietly.
Though Akeldama thought it was all bullshit. She was a horror author thought she was one who had too see it to believe it.
" here I come story line." She spoke softly taking her spectacles out of her dress pocket pushing them up. As her hair was braided into a bun some curls in her face.
She took off her shoes at the door letting her feet hit the ground. She had on stockings since her uncle seemed to have begged her to keep so lady like favor at hand. Though she was in her own house no one else's her own she paid! She let out a laugh as she set down her stuff throwing her arms out as she twirled in the middle of the room her skirts flying up. Though she stopped as it seemed she saw someone quickly dismissing it she went up to her room.
" she looks nothing like Edith yet you will look at her in love won't you Thomas? You'll love her more then me!" Lucille sneered at the light figure of Thomas who let his eyes follow the girl.
" Lucille enough of this we are dead what is she to see." He spoke softly looking at his sister with a glare.
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𝐶𝑅𝐼𝑀𝑆𝑂𝑁 𝑆𝑇𝑂𝑅𝑌
Fanfiction" I was here for a story! No more no less! Yet you came along and made me feel something" she spewed out. " Can't I be in your story?"
