Thomas (Sir Thomas Sharpe x Reader) COMPLETED

Gloomy Skies

(Y/n) sighed while staring out the car window. Another month, another mysterious place. She tried to convince her father that they had enough detail for his little horror book, but he insisted they come here.

"Allerdale Hall is going to be the best out of all of them. You'll see!" He had excitedly said.

They had just left the Winchester Mansion in California and were now overseas in the United Kingdom. (Y/n) had heard about the weather here, but she never believed that it was always this gray. She always thought the description was an exaggeration. However, upon arrival, she had seen for herself how gloomy it was. Her father thought it was excellent, that it set the mood for their business there. (Y/n) missed the sun.

She stared at the sky and let it's grayness taint her spirit. She thought of her mother, long gone after a lengthy and brutal fight with breast cancer, and felt suddenly greatful for the gloomy sky.

She would have hated the warmth of the sun at that moment that reminded her so much of the warmth of her mother.

(Y/n) shook the thought out of her head and decided to put on an earphone in her left ear, leaving her right ear free in case her father spoke to her.

As she was scanning her music, her father spoke. "So, did you like the gift I got you? I hoped you would enjoy it, given that I got it under such limited time."

Right.

Yesterday was (y/n)'s 20th birthday and her father had gifted her a new laptop. She smiled. "Yeah, of course I liked it. It's just a bummer that I won't be able to use it all month, due to the lack of internet over at the Blood Peak."

"Blood Peak?"

"Well.. Yeah. When I researched the place, that's the name some of the young folks gave the property. Apparently the mansion sits on some type of red clay that seeps from the ground and it's as red as blood. I don't know, it all seems like its purely for tourists."

Her father frowned. "I don't think so. And I'm pretty sure it's nicknamed Crimson Peak. That's been around for so many years now, I doubt they would change it. What else did you find out about the place?"

(Y/n) clicked out of her music app and went on her memo, where she had notes about the property. "It was owned by the Sharpes back in the 1800s or so until around 1887 when siblings Thomas and Lucille Sharpe died, and Thomas's wife of the time didn't want to inherit it. Apparently, and they found evidence of this, the Sharpe siblings murdered their mother when they were children and Thomas would constantly marry, only to have his wives murdered by Lucille. For money, I'm guessing. Edith was the one that got away."

"That is absolutely perfect for our setting!" (Y/n)'s father smiled.

"I still think it's all for tourists."

Finally.

After about two hours of driving, did they arrive at Allerdale Hall. (Y/n) got out of the car and marveled at the mansion a bit. She had to admit, it was nice. But creepy.

Looking up at the windows, she thought she saw movement, but figured it had to be a trick of the eye and looked away.

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So many years.

It's been so many years since Allerdale Hall has been officially occupied. There have been countless incidents of children and young men and women entering with strange devices that released flashing lights and odd noises. They would constantly call out. "Give us any sign that there are spirits here".

He'd always been intrigued by them, but he'd never interact with them. No one did. Except Lucille.

She hated strangers entering her home. She would cause a chaos around the intruders, making them run out in fear. They never saw her, but her presence was always felt.

He had never spoken to her. Not since that cold winter's day that many years ago. He was unsure if she could still speak. If he could.

He thought of Edith often, hoping one day she will return. He was afraid that discontinuing his thoughts of her would cause him to forget her. But it's been so long, that he felt she has already passed to a better life. And he was doomed to roam among the living for eternity, suffering for his sins.

He roamed the halls of the mansion, looking around at the much changed interior. It has been fixed over the years. The massive hole in the ceiling of the foyer was closed. It has been repainted, the stairs fixed. The washrooms seemed to work under a new form of technology. Furniture has been replaced.

The only area that seemed to remain the same was the library where Lucille's piano resided. That is where she was most often.

He heard her playing every night.

Every day, it is quiet. It is peaceful. But today was different. Today he felt a restlessnes in the enviornment. He did not understand why, but somehow he knew that something was coming.

Thomas was haunting Edith's old room when he heard something outside. He roamed to the window, going through the curtain and standing, looking out into the gloomy day. At first, he saw nothing.

Then, far below, Thomas heard a door closing. He found the source of the sound and watched.

An older gentleman was struggling to hold his luggage, but seemed to be in delighted spirits. He looked back at a younger lady and smiled.

Thomas stared at her. He never fully realized how much the technology and clothing have changed. Their vehicle seemed complex. The younger lady was not wearing a dress. Rather, she wore a black coat, and tight pants made of a blue material he had never seen.

Thomas was highly intrigued. Alas, the mansion was occupied. He only worried about Lucille's reaction. He hoped they were a strong as they looked.

The young lady looked up and, for a moment, Thomas thought she was staring at him. He slightly moved back, but she looked away, unphased.

Thomas moved away from the window and wondered what to do next. He wondered if he should make his presence known or hide as he always had. While thinking about this, he heard the door open downstairs. A loud, joyful booming voice complemented the interior. A muffled lady's response.

Thomas stood up straighter. They were inside.