<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">[font=]William watched the family as they settled in, the young woman whom he had learned her name was Catherine, was going to be left there at the house by herself while her husband, Adam, was going to be returning back to their home in the city where he apparently worked too.  From his place he observed the couples interactions and it didn't take a genius to notice how Catherine reacted to the news of Adam not sticking around; the news clearly made her unhappy, but Adam wasn't heeding to the signs she was showing him.<br/>Shaking his head, William left the couple alone to check on the rest of the house and servants, finding them hard at work in the kitchen; he choose not to bother them either.  It was a little puzzling to William, for every other family or person who has tried to live in the house of his ancestors; he has made their life a living hell from the moment they set foot into the house, they had no peace.  The servants had been there about a week already and he's done nothing so far with them or even to them.<br/>Perhaps it had something to do with this particular room, the baby room, the crib, where their first child would be sleeping.  It reminded him all too closely of the family he once had some years ago.  From the up stairs baby's room, he watched from the window as the husband left the house and he knew from that moment on, that he did not like the husband's demeanor and attitude towards his pregnant wife.  His return back to the house this weekend will mark the worse day of his life, William swore under his breath as he left the baby's room and found Catherine in her bedroom also staring out the window, her long rich dark hair, flowing down her back, her slender body full of life that he could feel in his ghostly state.  Reaching out to her, his ghostly fingers caressed the side of her face, allowing him to form a tentative mental link with her, allowing him to feel what she's feeling, her emotions.  Was it an invasion of her privacy, sure, but William considered it worth trying to get a handle on what she was thinking and feeling at that moment.  <br/>Standing right behind her, towering over her, by several inches, his dominating figure was eased by the fact he wasn't using even fraction of what he could wield on the family, but in all of his years of being int his ghostly state, he had never hurt a child and he wasn't about to start now.[/font]</span>