Vengeance in the Castle

Chapter 2

          A loud sigh emerged from the room as the figure from the mist was fully visible to Lizabeth's widening eyes. A translucent man stood before her. He was tall and had a lanky build. His shaggy blonde hair going every which way. He had a long pointed nose that was stuck up in the air as he glared at the girl in annoyance. His dirtied, torn, white button-down shirt slightly untucked from is ripped brown pants. Blood coated his clothes and his worn brown shoes.

          "There, I came out of hiding. Now stop yelling! Hmpf! Bet you can't even see or hear me stupid girl."

          "I can see AND hear you! Now tell me who you are!" Lizabeth demanded. she crossed her arms and stomped her foot.

          "Y-you can see me?" the man said in disbelief, lifeless eyes widening. He then shook his head. "Doesn't matter! Now why should I tell you who I am?"

          "Tell me or I will have my father get a priest and have them get rid of you."

          The man stepped closer to he small girl and bent down, a smirk apparent on his thin lips. "You wouldn't dare."

          "Let's make a deal, you tell me your name and I'll tell you mine." Lizabeth offered.

          "Now why would I want to know your name, girl." he scoffed.

          "Do it or I WILL start yelling again."

          "Fine, just please do not start yelling again." the man sighed. " I am George W. Lee. Not that you needed to know that."

          "I am Lizabeth Peters."

          "I told you that I have no need to know your name. You are nothing special to me."

          Lizabeth huffed. Then she remembered something that she read in a book about he family from the castle library. "My ancestors name was Ronalds. Haunting this castle you must know that name at least."

          George looked a the small girl with interest. "Ronalds? Why yes I know that name very well, actually!" he said with a devious smirk. "I knew a relative of yours I believe. Gloria Ronalds, am I correct?"

          Lizabeth smiled and nodded her head.

          "Ah, yes. I remember her, her black hair and green eyes. She had a very bright and warm smile. You remind me of her a bit."

          "That's my great grandma!"

          "Really? Would have guessed. So she married Zack after my death. Never liked that man, always after anything I was. Wait, how can you see and hear me?" George said finally getting his mind back on track after that, seemingly pointless, conversation.

          "I have the ability to see ghosts! Always was able to. You should hear some of the funny stories Grammy Gloria tells me when I visit her! She always roams around the Drawing room trying to dust. She talks about you sometimes, saying that she missed her ex-fiancé and other things that I didn't quite understand because of her mumbling problem."

          "She is still here?"

          "Yup!" The black haired girl smiled. 'So Daddy's stories were right that the tower was haunted by Grammy Gloria's old love.' she thought to herself.

          "Lizabeth Marie Peters! You get back down here this instant! Don't make me come up there!" A deep, gruff voice called out from the bottom of the tower stairs. It was Lizabeth's father. Claire had informed him of his daughters doings and he was furious. "Get down here now and go to your room!"

          "Coming Daddy!" the small girl called out. Aiming her attention back towards the ghostly figure in front of her she whispered, "I'll be back tomorrow. My daddy has to go out tomorrow." She then hurried down the stairs where she was greeted by an upset Claire and fuming Father.

          Lucas Peters was short and round, his face pudgy face red with anger. He was balding, but still had some black hair that he was able to use to cover the top of his head. he had brown eyes, unlike Lizabeth, and big bushy eyebrows. Lucas was dressed up in a white shirt and red coat with black pants.

          "Go to your room right now! No snack today!" the obese man demanded.

          "Yes father...." Lizabeth said gloomily as she took Claire's hand and left for her room.