Haunted Mansion - chapter 9



 
I hear noises and mumbling coming from upstairs. We are not alone, someone or some thing is in this chapel. Will Elizabeth's spirit be able to keep me safe?  I wish I had closed the door behind me. I look around and see that the spirit has vanished. She accomplished what she wanted, by leading me to this key.
Now I still need  her help.
There is that cold sensation again.
 
Chapter 9
 
All is quiet except for muted mumbling. From where I stand, I can see the glimmer of a very soft glow penetrating the darkness of the hidden stairway. I ascend the narrow steps and from the landing can view figures kneeling. I assume they are in prayer but the words are indistinguishable.  Someone or something has lit some candles creating the eerie lighting. I see a door here in the back, nearly hidden from the light. I turn the oil lamp as low as I dare and creep across to what I'm hoping is an exit. As luck would have it, it's jammed. Oh dear, I have been heard. Something is stirring. I glimpse Elizabeth's ghost again hovering at the door. The door opens, she beckons, and I quickly follow her out the side of the church. There is a commotion inside and I hear  muted sounds again. I turn to look, but nothing ventures beyond the door of the family chapel.
 
I look around, and again I am alone. I turn my light up a little brighter to enable me to retrace the pathway back to the mansion. The backdoor opens easily. Again, I am in the kitchen.
 
Entering into the hall, I see that the spirit is waiting for me on the back stairway. Slowly she ascends, turning now and then to make sure I am following her. At the top of the landing she points to the locked door next to the stairs. I turn the knob, but the door is still locked. She glides down the hall to the bathroom, beckoning me. I follow and we enter the bathroom, where she motions toward the linen cabinet. There must be something inside that I didn't find when I looked through it eariler.  I search the cabinet again, Again, nothing. Wait... there seems to be a small hidden panel in here. Lifting the panel, I grope inside and feel another key. Suddenly Elizabeth's spirit moves on down the hall again. She still wants me to open that door next to the stairway. Maybe this key will do it.
The key turns with ease and the door opens soundlessly. The soft moonlight filters in through the trees creating patches of  dancing lace due to the stirring wind. It would look very menacing if it were not for the fact that the ghosts sensed that I wanted to help them.
 
It is another child's bedroom . There is a small single bed, with a matching bureau, both elegantly hand carved, a child's rocker, a large comfortable looking rocking chair, and a large steamer type chest. Still setting in the child's rocker is a soft stuffed toy and a little toy soldier.
 
I open the drawers in the bureau, which contain only neatly folded children's clothing. All but the top drawer.... It contained a birth certificate, a death certificate, and a small bundle of papers wrapped in blue ribbon.
 
The birth certificate states the youngster was born in England. Yes, I remember reading that Harry came over from London. The death certificate lists the place of death as 'Residence.'   The cause of death is listed as 'Plague.'  Well that can certainty cover a multitude of ailments
 
Opening the packet of papers,  I see they are records of passages aboard ship. It seems each trip has been documented.
Here is one that records the trip from London by the three of them.  Harry, Elizabeth, and Harry Jr..  That must have been when they moved to this country.
 
I come across this letter.
 
“Elizabeth Darling, Please leave little Harry with us until you get settled in. Harry isn’t well established in his work, and little Harry, I’m afraid, is doing  without. Harry was too proud to take any financial help from us, but don’t make the baby suffer.
 
It is so lonesome here, now that all of you are gone. You know that baby is like my very own. I tended him after his birth and when you were in bed ill. If you won’t leave the baby with me, then please, both of you stay here until Harry gets on his feet in his business.
 
You are breaking a grandmother’s heart.
 
Please let me hear from you soon.”
 
With all my love
Mother
 

There is a second letter
 
“Dear Elizabeth, You haven’t answered my letter, and I miss you and little Harry so much. Your dad told me to take a holiday and visit you. Don’t worry about my keep, as I am well prepared to put food on the table for us. I have to tidy up some odds and ends around here, then I’ll wire you my arrival time. Your father has told me that he  heard from Harry and that Harry told him you are looking forward to a new arrival again.  Darling, why didn’t you post me and let me know?  Mothers should hear this news from their daughters. Don’t you worry about anything dear, I'll be there to help with anything you need."
 
With love,
Mother
 
 
There seems to be no more letters, just other official papers.
 
I think I better go back to the nursery and get that diary.  I need to read it more thoroughly.
 
I rise to leave...... 
 
 
 
See you tomorrow my friends.........
Janice
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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