The large Victorian home was in excellent shape, having been well maintained over the years since the original owners had died in a violent crime that had claimed their lives more than 5 years ago.  The areas of the house that once showed signs of the violent crime having taken place there had been tastefully remodeled and hidden so the house could be put back on the market to be sold or rented as in the case of the young couple Catherine and Adam Carmichael.  Yet, the house was far from vacant, it only gave that impression to them as they arrived at their new home.  It was expansive, impressively built of good quality structure and materials, it has lasted through over a hundred years, and was still going strong despite the conflicts that had taken place during that amount of time.<br/>From one of the upper windows of the house in the country, stood a figure of a man looking down at the front driveway of the front of the house as he saw the couple getting out of the carriage that had dropped them off.  The servants having arrived ahead of them to get the house set up, it grated on his nerves to see them taking over his ancestral home, for more than a hundred years, his family had been born, lived and some even had died here in this house and these people had no idea of the rich fullness of the history of this house or of the family that once lived here.<br/>William James Lincoln as he had been known in life had no illusions of where he was or what he was for that matter, but this didn't stop him from feeling annoyed and angered at the people now moving about in his house.  The bitterness of feeling his life snatched away from him when it had been going perfectly, still stung as he moved effortlessly through the house unseen and unheard, he went to his special place, the hidden study on the third floor and as he passed through the wall, he is greeted by the room he spent much of his time in these five years.  There on the desk was an old dust covered picture of his lovely wife, Mary Elizabeth, smiling lovingly up at him from her perch on the desk, she was always there with him even in her death, he still felt a closeness to her and his dead unbeating heart ached at remembering how those men had killed her and their children, while he had been down stairs bleeding out from being shot.