Stygian Tor

That old huanted house

There was this terrible pounding on our front door. We all looked at each before someone had the courage to go see what it was. A gentleman in an old tux disappeared behind the double doors, but quickly comes back. "There's a group of people outside with the mayor. They don't look happy." "Hide. They can only mean trouble." A girl with part of her cheek missing frantically said. One by one, they each turned into a blue ghost ball and disappeared into the walls and furniture. I stayed to watch Maestro come in. He was a bird this time. Much like many of his characters; this one is creepy. Not really though. He perched himself up above the window and caws at me to leave. I stay in my place until one of our servants gently grabs me by the arm. "The master will not be happy about this." He said as a stream of blood begins to leak down his extremely pale skin. "Besides, it's tea time. It's all set for you out on the patio." "But I want to watch him. I never get to." I complain. "Let's go, madam." I sigh as I pick up whats was left of my dress and go out to the patio. A small wrought table with a rusty tea set. It begins to pour tea by itself. I watch in silence as a lump of sugar plops in my cup. I take a sip of the cold drink and look out on into the yard. Thunder and cracks of lightning show it's power in the empty sky. Not even the moon herself has shown up for tea. I guess I'm going to have to talk to her about that. Fog has crept in, but only so low. Several graves erect from the soft earth. A scream comes from inside the house. I sigh in boredom. I finish my tea and decide to take a walk through the family graveyard. Moss and other plant life have taken over the concrete markers. I finally found mine and take a seat atop. Below I could barely make out the book someone left for me. One that I've written. My heart begins to beat again as the wind's chilly fingers wrap around my exposed spin. I reach inside my chest and take it out. Several small items are sewn to it, like a tea spoon, a die, and a key. They are my treasure sort of speak. I look over at it and place it back inside me. It stopped beating.
After a little while, I return inside. I pass the ballroom where Maestro is letting the family run crazy around him and the group of people. He has everyone down there except me. I hid behind one of the pillars and watch. I already know he can sense me, but I don't care. He turns around and our eyes meet. He doesn't look pleased at all. The family begins to climb up walls and onto the ceiling. Just for laughs someone went through the pillar and made the kids laugh. Before he leaves, he gives me a low growl. I stare at him until he leaves. Why is everyone so mad? By this time everyone is on the ceiling; still going crazy. With a loud snap of the Maestro's fingers; everything stops and the family turns right side up. They slowly float to the ground. Since when he has been able to do that? That's my trick. He must have been snooping in my spell books. I leave as soon as they touch the floor. I close the door to my bedroom. I lay on the bed until I felt a a small pressure on my chest. My ferret curls up. He looks at me with his missing eye. Half of his fur is missing as well as his front paw keeps falling off. He scurried inside my chest and cuddles up next my heart. I close my eyes.