A ghost story (FrUK)

Chapter three

"What happened to you?" I asked. His face sunk as he sat back a bit. "Sorry, that was too soon to ask," I apologized, seeing how uncomfortable he was. "No! It is fine. It has been centuries... I might as well tell you," he laughed nervously. "Wait!" I said holding my finger up to pause him. I ran to the kitchen and started to grab some sweet crackers and water that I had brought with me. "I am ready now," I sat back biting down on the snack. He laughed nervously before starting to talk a bit. I was about to hear a story of murder probably. I was excited.

"Before I start, I want to hear what you think happened," he asked me as my eyes widened excitedly. "Where do I begin? I know it might be the writer in me, but I do have an idea," I smiled jumping a bit. "Okay, let's hear it," he laughed a bit.

~his story~
"So it was a late raining night!!!"
"A rainy night? That is so stereotypical!"
"Just hang on for a second; I am getting there."
"You were loved by everyone, or so you thought. You had no idea that one of your servants had a deep grudge against you."
"A grudge? Of what??!!"
"You stole his wife, of course. Now he wants revenge."
"Stop making me sound like a whore!"
"Anyway...... so the servant was just going to try and scare you, so he decided to put a snake in your room."
"What on earth?...."
"Yes!!! But you were a pansy alive, so you died of fright"
"Hey!"
"Right, you still are. My bad."
"Anyway, go on...."
"He tried to get rid of the body, but dragging it through the woods was too difficult; that is why your clothes look torn."
"There are not even woods near here!"
"The end!!!!"
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I started to laugh at the ridiculous story for him. "Were you serious?" He asked, defeated. "Absolutely not, It was funny, though," I laughed at him. I should not be laughing, but I needed to break the tense air. "Well, I actually fell down the stairs," he said seriously. I soon started to burst out laughing. "Really?" I asked, laughing. "Yes," He said sadly. "Can we say that you stole someone's wife and then fell? To make it better?" I asked, laughing more. "Stop trying to make me seem like I am taking people's wives." He laughed.

"Were you serious?" I asked, wiping a tear away from the laugh. He smiled slightly. "No, and if it was true, I would be too embarrassed to tell you that story," he smirked in a joking way. "That is fair; now then.... tell me your story" I smiled, drinking the water. He nodded and started to speak. "Well, where do I begin?..... I know!"
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"Back in the 17th century, I lived with my young sister and lover. We both took care of Luci, as a family...."
"All three of us lived in this house for five years until my death. I had built it."
"I died on a mid-December night. Luci and my lover had not come home yet, and I began to get worried. So I went out to try and find them. They had gone to the marketplace to pick up some goods for the house. However, I did not find them. So I started to come back home. Nothing seemed off or anything."

"Coming home, I saw great lights surrounding my home; you could have almost thought it was on fire. So I ran back worried that our home was being burnt to the ground."
"Arriving...... I finally saw there was a mob; they had pitchforks and fire; it was horrifying."

"Why would they have that? You did nothing wrong, Right?" I asked, confused, but he shook his head. "To them, I had done something wrong, to me... I was just simply being happy," He said, looking down. I did not understand. So I let him continue.

"Arriving, I saw my lover and Luci holding each other. They were not scared or worried, and they did look angry, though. So I asked them what was wrong.... "he is the traitor! Get him" was what I remember my lover saying as the mob took me into the house. Luci was smiling the whole time like some crazed person. I asked why they did it....but I soon realized why once they kissed. My lover and sister worked against me to have me killed."

"Before I died, I asked him. "Why?" Which was answered with "I just wanted the money" he had pretended to love me for my riches. Then left me to be killed by the townspeople for exposing my sexuality," Francis looked down sadly.

He was murdered for loving the same sex but was told on by his lover and sister, who had an affair so that they could steal his money. It was horrible. It was cruel, and it made me sick to my stomach.

"The townspeople each took a stab at me. I died a slow and painful death, bleeding out onto that floor," he added, pointing to the wooden floor. I stood up hearing that and felt horrified. "What did they do with your body?" I asked, concerned. "Buried it.... underneath the basement," he said, looking down. Now it makes sense why he was in the basement in the first place. His soul was trapped there until I opened the door.

I looked down, sad. "Hey, it is okay; it happened a long time ago. Although I hated whoever came into this house for years, now I am more forgiving of it," he tried to reassure me. "How! That was horrible what they did to you. They betrayed you," I said sadly, sitting back down. "Yes, I know, but... I can't do anything about it," he said sadly.

"I feel that I cannot lay to rest and move on because deep down, I still tread on it. How heartbroken I was that my lover left me for my sister. How he had me killed to steal my money. I have been trying to move on. But I am still here," he added, looking away. "What if I help?" I ask. He looked back at me, confused. "How?" He asked. "I can do research.... find out what happened to them. Maybe that will give you some satisfaction or something ?" I asked, and his eyes widened "okay."

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