~Arthur POV~
After finally graduating from the University of London with a Masters's degree in English literature and creative writing, I decided to make the biggest decision of my life. To move to France to live on my own. I decided to move to the beautiful city of Nice, France. There is so much history there, and it is so amazing. I was so excited! Not only will I live alone, but I will also be able to practice magic without worrying about something bad happening to people nearby.Although living in France might have been risky, I decided to do it anyway. Especially if it means starting over where people do not know who I am. That was another reason why I left. No one understood the things I saw, especially as a child. They thought I was weird or mentally ill. Leaving London will help me start over with people who never knew me back home.
I will be able to finally pursue my dream of writing novels for everyone to enjoy around the world on the side of being an editor for Méduse d'Or, which was a publishing firm here in Nice, France. What a perfect way to get inspiration than living in a century-old house. It was perfect. Thinking about how nicely I will fix the old house made me happy. I was excited! Not only is this place perfect, but I will have inspiration for my novel.
I finally stopped daydreaming from the cab car when it finally came to a stop. "Finally," I smiled. "Here is your money," I smiled handing the cab driver money. I checked the time as I took my luggage out the back of the trunk. The furniture people won't be here to deliver my stuff till tomorrow morning. So I will have to make do with the things I have with me right now.
I breathed in the cool October air as I walked up to the door, Luggage in hand. I shuffled around my pocket for my keys and finally opened the door. The front door creaked open as I turned the lights on. It was a bit dusty, but I will take it tomorrow to clean it up very nicely.
Walking in, I set my luggage on the ground and started to inspect the house. Look at every detail. "Wow, it is better than the photos," I spoke to myself smiling. I walked up the stairs and saw the rooms facing each other along a long hallway with red wallpaper. There were what looked like four rooms and one bathroom that was at the end of the hall.
I walked into the first room and looked around. It had shelves across the wall. "This must have been a study," I thought, looking around to see if anything was left behind. "Oh, lucky me" I smiled seeing a dusty book on the floor. I picked the book up and looked at it for a second.
It was in a language I did not know. It did not look like French or Latin. I lifted a brow, starting to sound out what it was. "Ja ....sam ....se gradio da je ....privija mrtvih?" I said out loud, confused. There was a sudden bust of wind that caused the window to open. "That was weird," I said out loud, closing the book. I held the book in my hand as I walked out of the room.
I started to walk downstairs when the lights started to flicker suddenly. I hit the switch a bit confused as it stopped. That was a little weird. I walked into the hallway and went toward the basement door. Hopefully, there are some cool things down there. I smiled eagerly as I twisted the door knob open. There was a small breeze that blew out, giving me shivers. The cold air from outside must have been coming inside the house or something.
I started to walk down the stairs seeing there were still things down there. "Hmmm.... whoever lived here has great taste," I laughed, looking at some vases. "Why, thank you," I heard a voice say, making me stop and drop the vase. "Really?" The voice said again. I turned slowly, seeing a man. "Ahhhh!" I screamed. Except he looked a little translucent.
"Who are you, and what are you doing in my house!" I yelled, holding my fists up, ready to fight. "You can see me?" The man said, shocked. "Yes!!! Of course, I can," I yelled, confused."This is my house actually, to add back to what you said." the man said, annoyed.
"Who are you, and what are you doing here?!" I yelled, getting ready to punch him if he tried anything. "Francis Bonnefoy, a pleasure," he bowed. His clothes looked old and ripped. "What are you doing here?" I asked, terrified now. "I am trapped here," he said sadly. "What?" I asked, confused. I just moved in; this is too much to think about.
"Yes... I am cursed to haunt this house for eternity," he said sadly, looking away. "Haunt?" I asked, feeling my face turn pale. I started to feel dizzy at what he said. "Are you okay?" He asked, confused. "Yes, I just need to sit down," I said, trying to place my hand on his should. However, I could not. My hand went through him, making him gasp a little as I fell to the ground.
"I must be seeing stuff again. This is my mind playing games on me," I laughed, holding my forehead. "Yes.... I am seeing stuff; it must be the dust," I tried to laugh, looking at the man. However, my vision began to become blurry as I tried to focus more and more. I was starting to pass out from the shock and horror. "You look like you have seen a ghost," the man laughed, bending down in front of me as my eyes widened. "Oh god," I said as things went black.
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A ghost story (FrUK)
FanfictionArthur is a young graduate who was suddenly cursed to see ghosts. moving to France, he thought it would be exciting to finally be able to practice some of his magic in peace and privacy. However he will soon meet a broken hearted ghost from the 17t...