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The building stood hidden behind the thick expanse of land called a forest, behind the half incomplete construction site, lights winking mischievously. The mist gradually, silently blanketed the mansion, obscuring the view from the public eye.
Inside, the inhabitants – Mr. Haden Bryn and Mrs. Maryanne Bryn – dusted the house, in preparation for the coming guests for their 23rd anniversary. The ceremony was also the 15th death anniversary of their daughter – Genevieve Bryn.
“Have you sent the invitation cards, Jenny?” Mrs. Bryn whispered in her smooth velvet voice.
“Yes, Mrs. Bryn.” The maid answered curtly. Face emotionless, eyes glazed. The inhabitants of the mansion are all like that – emotionless, charming, alluring…
[Soft chuckle]
“Ah! Genevieve!” both the Bryn’s greeted. They both knew that their beloved daughter wouldn’t abandon them. In fact, she stayed behind despite being dead. They couldn’t see her, but they could hear her. It’s a common occurrence; hence the dead look the mansion’s inhabitant’s wear.
“My birthday! I’m so excited!” [Soft giggles]
“Of course, Lady Genevieve” the maid answered.
“Thank you, Jenny.” The ghost chuckled, replying to her beloved maid.
With another round of soft chuckles, Genevieve was gone. Not to heaven, all the inhabitants knew, but somewhere around or about the house.
They were right – she visited the construction site located in front of her home. Of all places she hated, this was it. It contained large metal moving objects, making huge amounts of noise…disturbing the peace of her home and the forest surrounding it. She hated this place, yet she frequents this place – just to haunt the workers there.
It was night. No one was around and all was silent…
She chuckled softly as she gave the disgusting white machines a ‘makeover’.
Oh, what glee! Genevieve giggled, splashing all the paint on the machines, using heavy tools to smash the windows, setting the forest animals to vandalize the machinery. Her final work – before dawn arrives – was to let the long metal beams drop onto the grounds. If possible, she would like to at least hit one worker…
[Soft chuckle]
With a final laugh, she disappeared into the shelter of her home – far away from the hands of the sun and into the abyss of darkness, thoughts on her upcoming birthday celebration.
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