The Ghost Who Loved Me {Eeyore & LadySky}
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				Title: <strong>The Ghost Who Loved Me {Eeyore &amp; LadySky}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadySky</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 19:57:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i585.photobucket.com/albums/ss291/Lucille79_photos/E%20Characters/MaggieLaress.jpg)<br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b8/MaggieLaress3.jpg)(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0f/MaggieLaress4.jpg)</div><div align="center">Marguerite Laress plopped her nicely rounded ass onto the graveled ground, letting a string of very inventive curses spill past her plump red lips as she did. Hours had passed while she attempted to retrieve the daily newspaper from just six feet <em>past</em> her property line. She had used every ounce of telekinetic energy her ghostly body housed just trying to obtain that cherished prize. After almost one hundred years of being trapped on what was once <em>her</em> private property, Maggie would have given absolutely <em>anything</em> just to be able to reach that damn newspaper.<br><br>Though she did not cry true tears, her big black eyes seemed to shine with them as she sat limp and exhausted just a few feet away from what she considered her only source of life. The newspaper lay silent, mocking her with all she knew would be in those pages. Decades had come and gone since she had been brutally murdered and the random newspaper that was accidentally thrown onto her drive had become her only method of following the times. Over the years there had been many who had come to live in her home, couples just starting out, a single man had come in the 70s all hyped to renovate the old mansion, even a couple families had tried out the place. None had lasted long, much to Maggie's despair.<br><br>It was her own fault however, she could never control herself. For some odd reason the entire property was effected by her moods. If she could keep a tight reign on her emotions all was well but for Maggie that was almost impossible. Even now as she sat hopeless staring at the newspaper longingly the sky surrounding her home darkened. Big fat hopeless drops of rain pelted the entire place, reflecting the tears she longed to shed. Just beyond the property the sun shone bright, blue clouds everywhere, it was a beautiful day. Needless to say, the families who had come and gone from her home over the years did not enjoy the bouts of brutal lighting the place had to endure or the freak snow and ice storms that could not be explained, nor the wind gusts that could attack the place from out of nowhere. Naturally Maggie tried to control herself, she was so lonely she thought she might go mad most of the time, the fact was however, she always ended up losing control.<br><br>Another hour went by as she sat in the pelting rain, staring sadly at the newspaper, still bone dry just outside of her property line. Her image flickered, she had expended all her energy trying to retrieve the damn thing, she needed rest. One long angry strike of lighting lit up the sky around the mansion, reflecting the sudden burst of violent anger Maggie felt as she prepared to trace to her sleeping chambers. <strong>"You had better be burning in hell Mark Keoing."</strong> she hissed, cursing the man who had stabbed her through the heart and doomed her to live eternity as a lonely ghost.<br><br>Inside the old mansion lay a hidden room. A room Maggie had used while living as her hideaway for booze. Now one hundred years later she sank onto the old mattress she had managed to move here years before. Her sleep came quickly, she lay still and quiet for hours thanks to all the energy she had uselessly spent trying to get the newspaper. The little storeroom was filled with her treasures, costumes from her days as a burlesque dancer, booze that would be worth thousands after all these years, trinkets she had swiped from the various people that had come to her home. Such a sad existence for one who had been so vibrant and energetic when living.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ghost Who Loved Me {Eeyore &amp; LadySky}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 20:57:31</strong>
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				Peter Simon pulled his Jeep up to the gate of the property. He left the engine running as he slipped out of the drivers seat and moved to the gates. He fishes a key from his pocket and inserts into the padlock, amazed that it worked as the padlock unlocks and the chain unravels. He presses his shoulder into the wrought Iron and swings one half of the gate inwards, wide enough to drive through. Something tickled at the back of his neck as he stepped over the threshold of the estate but shrugged it off as being something to do with how eerie the place felt.<br><br>His uncle - an uncle he had never known - had passed away recently and left the place in his name. At 24 years old, wealthy through family, he had some how inherited an estate that seemed to belong in the deep south. A large expanse of land with a manor-style house situated at the end of a long gravel driveway. To say that the house was old was an understatement and it looked as if it needed a little care. It drew him in right away though, its seclusion being exactly something he wanted. Populated places always brought his 'visions' to light.<br><br>The Visions had started coming to him at the age of 8, when he had witnessed his parents brutally murdered by a disgruntled client of theirs. Only they hadn't entirely died. He saw their lifeless bodies fall to the ground, but then a ghostly, see-through figure had popped up from each one. It was his first encounter with ghosts and far from his last. They seemed to be drawn to him, for some reason, and he could communicate with them. Of course, no one believed him, his Uncle and Aunt had sent him to see a shrink, but nothing seemed to help.<br><br>He had, of course, been freaked out by his newfound ability, but had slowly adjusted to it, helping out where he could. But as the years passed and ghosts constantly interrupted his life, he decided that he had had enough of it. All he wanted was some peace and quiet to study his families history and history in general. The unknown Uncle had been a blessing in disguise. Peter knew he would like it here.<br><br>Moving back to the Jeep, he notices a newspaper laying on the ground and picks it up. Why not see what this quiet town was all about? He guides the Jeep and the U-Haul trailer in through the gate, driving up towards the main house, peering out the windshield with growing anticipation as he nears it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ghost Who Loved Me {Eeyore &amp; LadySky}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadySky</strong> on <strong>11-03-2010, 03:23:00</strong>
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				Deep asleep and dreaming of days long gone, Maggie twitched, the sound of a vehicle approaching the house drifting to her astute ears slowly but surely. Ever so slowly she awoke, her brows furrowing in confusion as she wondered what could possibly have brought her awake. After having expended so much energy trying to get the newspaper she would have thought she would have slept like the dead, no pun intended.<br><br>The sound of a car door slamming shut brought her upright, she sat stock still on her mattress, trembling with excitement as she listened for further signs of life. Had someone come to her home again? Would she once again be able to watch and listen as others lived life in the old mansion? It was a pathetic life she knew but it was all she had.<br><br>Another car door slammed and Maggie squealed, sure now that she had not been imagining the sounds of life above. Normally she went to great lengths to appear normal, forcing herself to use doors and walk up the stairs just like other people did but her excitement was so wild she flew straight up through the floor, flying fast up to the foyer and towards the front door. She paused, itching to fly through the door and see who was coming but also wanting to wait at the bottom of the grand staircase so she could pretend to welcome her guest.<br><br>When alive Maggie had always stood just on the bottom step, greeting her guests as they entered the grand foyer to her home. Deciding she wanted to pretend again Maggie waited, floating on that first step of the staircase, her eyes wide with excitement as she stared at the door expectantly. She knew they would not be able to see her, nobody ever had before, but pretending was all she had. Nervously she fussed with her clothing, her beautiful red party dress just as lovely as it had been the night she had died in it. She smoothed the flared skirt, knowing it made no difference since her dress was not real but being soothed by the movement anyway. She flipped her long black curls over both her shoulders and licked her plump red lips, knowing she would not be seen but caring how she looked anyhow. Personal vanity was a part of living she had yet to let go of.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ghost Who Loved Me {Eeyore &amp; LadySky}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 14:05:34</strong>
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				Peter slid the large iron key into the keyhole on the door and turned it. It was stiff at first then gave in with a sudden click, the door opening ajar. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open the rest of the way. His suitcases and other stuff could wait until after he had toured the home (which was already furnished). Once he knew his way around and which room he'd claim as his own he'd carry his stuff in and spend the weekend getting things sorted.<br><br>Stepping into the large foyer he was certainly impressed by its size and grandeur. And the housekeeper was there to great him. His eyes lock on her and he opens his mouth, about to say something, when he notices that she wasn't standing on the first step but floating above it. He closes his mouth, eyes bulging, and turns his head as if he had been checking the place out. Another damn ghost! He thought, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck rise once more.<br><br>He clenches his hands into fists and quickly moves towards the nearest hallway, moving away from the ghostly apparition. So much for getting rid of them by moving out here!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ghost Who Loved Me {Eeyore &amp; LadySky}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadySky</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 05:26:06</strong>
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				She stiffened with expectation at the sound of the key entering the lock. If she had been corporeal her nails would have been biting into her palms, she would have tasted blood as she nibbled her plump pink lips, and her knees would have been knocking loudly.<br><br>Her first sight of him took her breath away, if she had possessed any breath that is.<br><br>Young and handsome Maggie smiled, knowing he would not see her, nobody ever had before but still pretending she was greeting a guest into her home. He was attractive and made her warm deep down inside, in a place where she was still very very human.<br><br>His eyes locked on her, she saw him <em>see</em> her. His firm lips opened as though he were going to address her and she held herself completely still, shock catching her totally off guard. Just as swiftly he closed his mouth and turned away from her as though he had not seen her at all. For a few long terrible moments she wondered if she had finally become so totally insane with loneliness that she had imagined him seeing her. Just when Maggie was going to concede defeat she saw the man clench his hands into fists, she could see the tension and frustration in his shoulders, his anger was rolling off him in waves so strong she felt the power of them.<br><br><em>He had seen her!</em><br><br>Joy and hope rushed through her and she flashed over to him but she stopped herself before she rounded to stand before him. He walked down the hallway, the tension practically seething in his body. Why had he pretended not to see her? Why had he <em>ignored</em> her? Anger and hurt rushed her then and outside the wind picked up and slammed the house with the force of her emotions. How dare he!<br><br><strong>"You can see me, I know you can! Don't you dare ignore me!'</strong> she hissed angrily then and flashed to stand directly in his path. Almost one hundred years of horrible loneliness crushed her chest, so many people had come and gone and none had ever been able to see nor hear her. The first man to be able to dared to ignore her? Never!<br><br>Her eyes flashing she glared at him, the sound of lightning striking the property cracked all around them. <strong>"Why? Why are you ignoring me?"</strong> her voice cracked on her last words, pain filled her face though she tried to hide it from him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ghost Who Loved Me {Eeyore &amp; LadySky}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 17:05:14</strong>
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				Peter's demeanor had changed drastically. Where he had been relaxed yet excited about this new home, he was clearly stiff and tense now, every movement seeming forced. He kept his eyes focused dead ahead, grinding his teeth together as he walked away from the foyer and the ghost who stood there. He knew right away that this ghost had been here for a very long time, the wind picking up and slamming against the house as she hissed angrily at him. He had encountered enough ghosts in his short life time to know that they came in all shapes and sizes and could effect physical things and the weather, depending on what 'type' of ghost they were and their mood swings.<br><br>He veers his course at a 90-degree angle as she appears right before him, his quick steps and lack of familiarity with the home having now brought him into the kitchen. Belatedly he realized that having sharp objects around an angry ghost could be a very bad thing. <br><br>"It sure is windy..." He says aloud, ignoring her words. "Must be why I am hearing things." The words are forced, his voice wavering a little, completely unnerved by the presence of the ghost. "There is NOTHING here...just the wind..." Its almost as if he is trying to ignore her presence, pretending she is just a figment of his imagination. Perhaps she was though? Perhaps he had just gone crazy after his parents death, and 'seeing ghosts' was he was of coping with it?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ghost Who Loved Me {Eeyore &amp; LadySky}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadySky</strong> on <strong>03-04-2010, 00:04:03</strong>
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				As he swept passed her Maggie stopped, glaring at him as she placed her hands firmly on her hips in clear annoyance. He could see her and he could hear her, she was sure of it! As he spoke she followed him into the kitchen, sliding up onto the countertop as she continued to study him. Her fury began to die down slightly, the wind still howled outside, slamming the house furiously but the lightning ceased and she cocked her head back and forth as she watched him through narrowed eyes.<br><br>She could readily see how upset he had become, he seemed totally taken aback by having seen her, angry and frustrated yet not surprised nor horrified. Perhaps she was not the first ghost he had come across? The thought caught her off guard and she wondered how many ghosts he had seen before and if that was why he did not acknowledge her now. If she had seen a ghost when she had been alive she would have screamed and ran away, yet this man seemed angry and stubborn as though he was waging some kind of battle.<br><br><strong>"I guess I can leave you alone if you insist but I can't leave this house. I'm stuck here so you'll have to accept that."</strong> she muttered softly, hanging her head as disappointment filled her. Her chest ached with loneliness but she couldn't help but feel bad for her guest, he seemed just as lost and frustrated as she was. Her temper flared again and she glared at him, <strong>"Just remember this is my house!"</strong> and with that she slipped off the counter and stormed out of the kitchen, a kitchen she had once so loved to cook in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ghost Who Loved Me {Eeyore &amp; LadySky}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>21-04-2010, 20:19:16</strong>
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				He could certainly hear and see her, but he wasn't going to let on about that. Her presence caused him to dart through the nearest exit, and into the dinning room even as she followed and spoke to him. This was not something he wanted to deal with on his first night here! Of course, he would have to talk to her eventually - she was already possessive of the house (which was legally his!) and that could cause some problems. He'd have to find her boundaries, of course, places where she couldn't go. It might be the only solitude he could find with her about.<br><br>He lets out a sigh of relief as she storms out the other way, taking the moment to glance this way and that. The mansion was certainly old, and certainly needed a touch up, but it was certainly better then the apartment he had been living in. He quickly finds his way back to the atrium, the storm still raging outside though the wind has died down a bit and the thunder isn't as frequent. It would do no good getting his stuff wet unpacking right now, so he decides to head upstairs and find the master-bedroom. 
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