Changes

Intune

On the back roads the rain outside felt surreal. The brisk cold had just reached my skin through the window of the car, it sent a chill down my spine thats what a spirit feels like. Ever since I was young I could feel spirits. My family and I move from home to home to do renovations. At each home I feel different spirit auras. Some are angry, sad, grief occasionally...joy.
My family was hired to fix up this old manor, Allerdale Hall. Some of it had been fixed up already since the family of the estate Thomas and Lucille sharpe had past away. I have been doing as much research on the house as I could before we moved. My father has been as well. He told me if I feel unsafe we will leave right away. My father and the rest of my family have always believed in my experiences to do with the supernatural which I was thankful for. Allerdale Hall doesn't have a very uh nice record to do with deaths especially on the grisly side, I had heard of Thomas and Lucille being the murder siblings of crimson peak and what they had done, I just hope it had been long enough for the spirits to settle...if that was even possible.
my eyes began to get heavy from the car ride before finally closing.
"Y/n...Y/n wake up were here" my dad's tone was enough alone to express his excitement.
"i'm up i'm up," the house or should i say manor is so grand not just tall and wide but its details so fine, I couldn't even imagine how long it would take a person to make it.
then I felt a hand upside my head- "I get the biggest if not best room!" my older brother yelled out then ran towards the doors followed by me and my younger sister yelling after him.

as soon I fled through those front doors I could feel the chills run up and down my spine, stopping and letting my siblings run past me.
"are you alright hun?..." my dad says with full concern, "yeah..just I can feel them" He kisses the top of my head and heads to the main kitchen area to set our stuff up.

I reach out to the railing and the stairs and make my way up dragging my hand across it, just the feeling of the wood spoke for how old this house is, which isn't surprising I believe the family of the estate passed in...1887.
I could tell lots of spirits reside upstairs ignoring it a look through the different rooms and find my sister "hey y/n, Marcus picked the room just a view doors"
"and was it the biggest and best room?" i quote him while rolling my eyes slightly.
"He said the bigger room freaked him out..?"

I walked into the "bigger room" my brother said freaked him out it was so lovely...looking in aw of the details on the room and cold dark colours, then I felt a calm chill down my spine.