The Witch Of Crimson Peak

Part 3

I began collecting all the empty mugs and glasses around the kitchen that the workmen had left in their wake and washed them before ordering some take out. I was too tired to make anything, and a pizza goes a long way in left overs.

The house was quiet and calm, and the wind blew something wicked through the house and the chimneys making it sound like the house was talking a deep breath. It was unnerving and I wracked my brains as to how to explain to a 19th century ghost about witches and the occult. He was a modern and technical thinking man, being a spirit seemed to be impossible enough.

I turned on my radio, with my electrics now connected I could soon get my lighting fixed. I poured a glass of wine and lay back onto the sofa. I found my mind wandering back to the study with Thomas. He was handsome and tall, way taller than me, and when he got close I couldn't help but feel butterflies. But that was stupid, he was a ghost and for anything to happen between us would be impossible. I shook the idea from my head and took another sip of wine. I squeaked with joy as one of my favourite songs started to play 'I Think We're Alone Now' by the Tiffany, an oldie but a goodie.

I began dancing, so excited for pizza and wine I realised I hadn't even had any fun in my new home. I had been so busy cleaning that I did not let my hair down. I began to dance, in the living room, feeling a little stupid, and started to sing along too. I felt so free and easy, I didn't care if any ghosts could see me or hear me.

'Children, behave
That's what they say when we're together
And watch how you play
They don't understand
And so we're

Running just as fast as we can
Holding on to one another's hand
Trying to get away into the night
And then you put your arms around me
And we tumble to the ground and then you say

I think we're alone now
There doesn't seem to be anyone around
I think we're alone now
The beating of our hearts is the only sound!"

*DING DONG*

I paused my music and went to the door, tasty hot af pizza here I come!
I opened the door to see Chris standing there. Not the Pizza guy. Chris. With MY food. "Erm, Chris. You have my pizza..."
"Oh, yeah I erm took it from the guy, I thought if I was calling on you I might as well bring you food."

I smiled a thin smile. This was out of line. And kinda weird "Ah I am sorry Chris I can't hang out tonight. Thank you for my Pizza though."
He looked a little downhearted but gave me my food and I shut the door in his face. My heart was beating fast, and only calmed down when I heard his car drove off down the path.

I went back to the soon to be reception room and took the pizza to the fire place which was ablaze with warmth. I devoured five pieces before admitting defeat and putting in the kitchen for another day.

I took my wine and ventured upstairs to see if I could find Thomas. I couldn't help but feel attracted to him, I wanted to speak to him and just be around him. I went to the top of the stairs and checked my face to ensure I was looking okay. After the old face check I made my way to his workshop where he was sat on his chair. I smiled and walked forward.

"Hey you. Haven't seen you around."
He didn't move, he just sat there a little wistfully. "I thought it best I steer clear. There were many workmen downstairs. And when I saw a guest at your door just now, I thought I best make myself scarce."

"Oh, you mean Chris? Totally uninvited. He just turned up, I sent hjlim away immediately. Honestly? I find him a little creepy."

He turned then to look at me, a little hopeful. "I came up here to ask if you wanted to join me?"