GHOST

Back Then

"The Haunted Mansion is still scaring and giving nightmares to people who passes by. Was it the Dead girl they saw? Was the DEAD GIRL, The VICTIM of the Mansion Tragedy, Clementine Nichols haunted her mansion? Is she seeking revenge and trying to find justice to her death?"
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Many years had passed, But the News' Cover page is still the Haunted Mansion. Rumors spread, The people moved out, and they isolate themselves from the Mansion. Chicago's Haunted Mansion is very renowned and famous, even in this times. It was since 1965, the horror and mystery officially began. 

But what others knew, that even though I'm still alive back that time, The Mansion has its mysterious doings. The Day of my death, It just worsens, haunting people, making it their worst nightmares. 

I'm Dead. 

My name is Clementine Nichols, forever 18 years old, a spirit wandering in the Haunted Mansion, which I called my house. Paired with my Haunted Mansion, they called me the White Lady. 

I sit down on the antique rocking chair, humming a lullaby and my eyes are closed. My Spirit never find its justice, and I wander lost at this world, locked in my house. Night has fallen, and the full moon shines brightly, but still, darkness overwhelm. 

My Mansion has been closed since the day the Detectives and Polices are trying to find out suspects and committing investigations. But because of the rumours spreading, a group of Paranormal Investigators tried to investigate my house. 

I usually recalls the days that I was able to do whatever I can do, as a human. It was 1960, I moved here at Chicago, with a big grin on my face, as I finally saw my new and big Victorian mansion. I was eager that time to have my own life. Living alone at a mansion is sometimes a bit lonely, but I don't really mind. I want to live my own life, as I dreamed. 

On the day I first arrived here, I know my life would be different and new. And it was, because I'm on my own now. 

The first night, I was having dinner alone. I heard a huge sound coming from upstairs. It was strange, because there is no strong wind that time. But I did not mind it. 

But what I don't know is the strange sound will be worst. Moving and Floating Objects, Strange Voices, Strange People and everything is strange. 

People told rumours, that the horrors began because I died. I seek revenge and justices, and that's why I'm haunting people. But little they don't know, that even back then I was living, I can feel the horror, and I don't know what is all about this mansion. 

Midnight.  

I stare at the horrible atmosphere outside the mansion. I slowly walk inside the Mansion and stared at the once lively bedroom of mine. 

If I can sure recalled how my past days are, and the history of my death, I would like to know about the mysteries about the Haunted Mansion myself.