Crimson Peak fanfiction

1. Seeing is believing...

The day started out much like any other day. I was up before Edith, in fact I was up well before most of the staff in Uncle Carter's house.
"Hello Bella. Is that foal going to make itself known today?" I asked my favorite mare in Uncles stable. Bella was due to birth anytime this week. As she gets closer to her due date, the more time I seem to be spending sitting in her stall with my books and basket of snacks.
Bella knickers in response, sounding almost as if she were saying she hoped so.
"Me too old girl, I can't wait to meet the newest addition. Uncle said that if its a colt, I would be allowed to keep it. I do so hope it is." I sigh as I rub Bella down with a clean cloth the stable boy left out just for this reason. The staff in Uncles employ know me well enough, they tend to prepare things for me the night before. Chef normally packs a basket of biscuits, jam, and a couple of apples; before heading to bed.
I've always been an early riser, even as a young child. Mother and I would come to visit Uncle Carter, fathers older brother and my cousin, Edith quiet often. That is until mother got sick, then our visits stopped. She was sick for three years before death took her. Father passed not long after, of a broken heart. That's when I learned that the stories Edith would tell me, about seeing ghosts, were true. I too could see the dead. Mother came to me shortly after Papa died.
After I finished rubbing Bella down, I tossed the rag back where it had come from and grabbed an empty burlap sack that had probably held grain at one point, to lay out in a corner of the stall, that I would have a place to sit.
Leaning back against the wall, with my legs tucked up under me, I allowed my mind to wander back to the night Mothers spirit came to me.
Laying in bed after meeting with Papa's lawyers all day, I was exhausted. James Martins, father's lawyer and oldest friend, had informed me that in the case of his death, father wished for everything to be sold off and for me to go and live with relatives. In this case, Uncle Carter and Edith, were the only living relatives left. It broke my heart to think that I would be leaving the only home I had ever known. All the memories of mother and papa were within these walls. Tomorrow I would be leaving for the last time, never to return.
Tears flowed down my cheeks, unchecked at that thought. Feeling a sudden chill, I sniffled and snuggled deeper into my bed. Suddenly, the door to my room swung open. But there wasn't anyone there. All the staff had been paid off and sent with letters of recommendation, there was no one else in the house.
Getting up to close my door, I hear footsteps in my parents room, just across the hall. Rushing back to my bedside table, I grab up the candle that I had burning to light my way and a heavy silver and ivory brush that papa had gotten me for my 16th birthday, just months before mothers death. Feeling confidant that I would be able to defend myself with the heavy brush, I tiptoed across the hall and pushed the door open the rest of the way open. At first I didn't see anything and thought that it had just been my over active imagination getting the better of me. I dropped my had that was holding the brush down to my side, getting ready to turn back to my room when she appeared right in front of me, causing me to scream and drop both the brush and candle.