Thomas Sharp

Allerdale Hall

         As your mid size SUV made its way up the crimson color clay drive. You had recently made the biggest purchased of your life when you bought Allerdale Hall. A gorgeous old mansion. Yeah it was run down and needed a lot of TLC and a good Carpenter. But you dreams were finally coming true, as you made plans to turn this once murderous house into a bed and breakfast. The people in the town below had warned you about the house. Saying that it was haunted. But you never believe in silly ghost stories.

         The moving company was already there moving things in. While the electrician and plumber had started their work on getting running water and power on to the house. You had seen the roof from the photos and the gaping hole as you had a roofing company come in to fix the roof before you got there. Though there had been some set backs in all areas.  Most everything was ready for your arrival. There was a temporary roof while they had most of it fixed. The water ran but still started up with rust color, meaning you would need to let it run before taking a bath. And the Electric flickered every so often. It was an old house after all and you were slowly just starting the restoration of the house. You wanted to try and keep it to its original glory as possible.

          You greeted everyone as you got out of the car. Making your way into the house. You helped direct the moving company to where you wanted most of the stuff. You had got ride of the old mattress in the room that you were claiming as yours, but kept the bed frame. Which you were going to do the same with most of the beds in the house as well and would replace with new updated mattresses. All your new kitchen appliances had been moved in to the kitchen. You had some updates to the kitchen as well. New French style stove and a wall-in refrigerator would be coming soon. Making your way back outside, as you went to thank the moving guys. As you chatted a bit with them. You couldn't help but feel like there was someone watching you. From one of the bed room window.

        You had hired someone to be the properties care taker. Who was arriving as well that day. He was a nice old man that knew his history and his way around old house. He had the best green thumb. He knew about the house and was also one of the people that told you about the house and that they say it was still haunted. But he joined you still. Though he had made a quaint little shack outside on the property of the mansion. At least you weren't completely alone.

         A week had gone by and you started to get used to all the creaks, groans, moans of the house. As with any old house you had expected this. The clay that used to slowly take the house under. Had been taken care of years before you bought the place.  Clay was very popular at some point, the giant vats in the basement that were filled with clay sat empty. After the investigation of the home. Though you had a contractor come in to help you with everything, you had noticed small things getting done that weren't quite fixed that night before you went to bed, but come morning they would be.

       Thinking it was the old man Mr. Jankins. He had told you that he tends to keep odd hours, cause there is always something going a mess with an old house like this. That and he had problems sleeping after the war. He really wasn't that old maybe in his 50's or 60's but he survived in both the Vietnam and Golf wars. You did enjoy his company and story's as he told them to you. But he had insisted it was not him that did these small things. That maybe it was the ghost of Thomas Sharpe. And that he had taking a like to you. As he was quite handsome and very well like by the ladies.

        "Yes cause some ghost has taking a liking to me. That figures that is how my love life has become dead and gone." You teased with a giggle. When he told you this.

        "Well Miss y/l/n if I was 20 years younger." Mr. Jankins suggested wiggling his eyebrows. "And if I like Women." He chuckled. The next few weeks it was the same thing. As you started the next week you found out you would be alone for the rest of week as Mr. Jankins had sudden family matters to attend to. Which you had reassured him that you were a strong independent woman and could take care of herself, in a big giant "ghost" house alone. even if it felt like someone was watching you. Especially at night. Though at one point it had to of been around 3 in the morning it felt like someone had pulled the blankets up around you or would add more wood to the fireplace in your bedroom. Occasionally around the same time. You'd had felt like someone touched your face. The bed would dip like someone was sitting on it with you.