Trapped [Re-Written]

   A young woman in her early 30s, swayed lightly in a powder pink gown. Coming to a stop as she sucked in a low breath. Frost nipping at the windows, as she softly began to shut her pale blue orbs. Only to snap them open, unable to shake the uneasy feeling inside her stomach. The sound of the piano playing such a  familiar melody, quickly filled the empty manor. Her bare feet, slowly crossed the dusty floors with her pale gown dragging behind her, through the forgotten halls of a dark hallway. Seeking out that familiar melody, she followed the sound until finally she came upon the room.  Her slender fingers, lightly touched the wooden door. Freezing  to the touch, she showed no sign of discomfort as she pushed the door open. Her heart beat thumping in her chest. Quickly, shutting her eyes in a panic. Counting in her head before finally opening them. Only to see a tall strong figure clearly sitting at the piano.  but just as soon as the moon light flooded the room, the figure soon faded. Leaving the room empty once again.

Shifting her attention to the piano, which like everything else in the house, was covered with a thick layer of duck. Slowly, shutting her eyes at sinking feeling in her chest rushed through her body. She didn't open her eyes, even as she slowly walked towards the forgotten instrument. Turning her head, she would look around hoping to find someone hidden in the shadows, only to find nothing.  The room was quite large and the wood framing that lined the walls, was beautifully crafted. Even as it covered in cobwebs and dust. The books too that decoreated the forgotten room, only gave the room a bitter sweet apperance. She knew this room, remembered the memories the haunted the piano. Opening her eyes slowly, she began to pess her colorless lips together before whispering a single name "Victor..." Her voice like a breeze that danced in the moonlight, seeking companionship.

Shaking her long black curls, as if to dismiss the thought that crept in. Even as she kept staring, at the room for a while longer, until finally she turned to leave the room.  Shutting the doors, behind herself as she left. Now, she began to aimlessly wander down the halls, once again. Her feet barley making a sound as she did so. The only sounds filling this house was the creaks from the house, and the wind whistling through the small cracks. Pausing before she finally decended down the cloth covered stairscase. Only to find herself, head towards the dinning room. The very place that called for her. Remembering another sweet memory.  Once in the room, Her eyes wandered towards the dinning table. It was still set for herself, and another. Though the glasses and plates dirty, they had also been untouched. While staring, her eyes become distant and slowly filled with such a sorrowful expression. "heh..." was the only sound she made before she began to walk towards the ball room. 

The last place, that called her the most. There she would look about before staring at two glass french doors. These doors lead to the garden. The place that she loved, and this quickly made her smile as her feet guided her towards them until she was right in front of the doors. Reaching up with her right hand, The woman  lightly pushed  on the handle before stopping. Her smile quickly disappearing, as she yanked her hand away.  Having felt a sharp shock run through her palm to the tips of her fingers. Though she was not harmed in any way, it still caused her discomfort.   Letting her arm drop to her side, she turned her head  towards the doors, she longed to escape. Tears welling up in her eyes, though they dared not flow. As she just stared. The thought of finally escaping from this cursed after-life. The house, that she shared with the one she loved, was now her prison. The prison, that the man she loved had condemned her too, for over 120 years. Her eyes staring out the doors, as she finally whispered "Please... save me." She knew that no one would come. No one, even visited this manor. It was simply forgotten in time.   Pulling her hands up, binding them to her chest. She would bow her head, tears finally escaping from her eyes, before disappearing as the sunrise began to flow through the windows.