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historical monuments of Ancient Greece, like the Parthenon in Athens.
Only one other mansion on the lengthy block was styled similar to Bethany and Nikolas’ enormous property. It stood across the street, but about half a block south. Both Grecian styled mansions stood out architecturally amongst all the Victorians. The other Grecian designed estate appeared freshly built, compared to Bethany’s weathered home. The other home had immaculately landscaped grounds which were half a block long in length, as all the properties, although it was rumored to be vacant of any occupants. So of course, the ghost stories surfaced weekly with the arrival of tourists.
I wondered if I would actually meet any of the ghosts. Terrified of the possibilities surrounding the pristine mansion, I quickly climbed the stone steps to Bethany’s home.
The spacious portico wrapped around the entire north end of the mansion. The porch was free of any potted plants or flowers which usually adorned every porch of pretty much every house, in this town, at this time of the year. Besides the fact that the house was one of the largest amongst all the others, which stood tall along B Street since the late nineteenth century, it was practically in ruins, including all the acres surrounding it. A huge yard large enough to build a sizable home surrounded the eastern and southern region of the house. It should’ve been flourishing with foliage as the other gardens surrounding the neighboring mansions. Instead, the garden lay barren and neglected. Even the vacant barn behind the house looked battered.
Architecturally, the house was quite stunning, but the lack of renovations and upkeep made the other neighboring mansions appear more prestigious. Besides all the structural beauty surrounding Bethany’s ghastly home, I never judged her nor her brother for how their mansion compared. It was unfortunate that they had inherited it that way, decayed and withered, as if it was staged for Halloween. It certainly didn't suit two teenagers. The house would be virtually impossible for an adult to maintain much less a pair of minors.
Bethany said the house had been built by her great great great grandfather in the mid nineteenth century. Though the structural design was impressive inside and out, the house didn’t seem to have been updated since her ancestors resided here. Many believed the house was preoccupied with various apparitions. Bethany ignored the rumors. Now I was about to make the silly stories a fact.
I turned to go into Bethany’s house, and noticed a couple that appeared to be gawking at me from across the street. Well, at least I believed they were watching me. There was something odd about them. They were dressed as if they were doing a play set in the Victorian era. I gasped when I saw them making their way towards me, practically gliding across the street. Once they sauntered through the gates as I had, I knew what they were.
Ghosts!
They had to be, and even worse, they wanted to make contact with me! I wasn’t ready to adjust to my new way of not existing. I turned and flew right through the front door. After a few moments of frenzied anxiety, I realized the couple hadn’t followed me into Bethany’s house. As I stood in the foyer, the enormity of it halted me where I stood.
The house seemed way too vast and unfurnished to feel homey. It was large enough for a family of twelve. Suddenly it dawned on me that I had only been inside the house a couple of times. Each visit had been very short, less than ten minutes. It was weird how Bethany had always found an excuse to vacate it the moment I arrived. Being in the enormous manor had always felt strange – almost creepy.
Quite a few rooms in the house were unfurnished, except for the two bedrooms Bethany and Nikolas used, the living room, and the spacious kitchen. They didn't seem to have any use for the other six bedrooms, library, dining room, study, sun room, the second kitchen, or what
Only one other mansion on the lengthy block was styled similar to Bethany and Nikolas’ enormous property. It stood across the street, but about half a block south. Both Grecian styled mansions stood out architecturally amongst all the Victorians. The other Grecian designed estate appeared freshly built, compared to Bethany’s weathered home. The other home had immaculately landscaped grounds which were half a block long in length, as all the properties, although it was rumored to be vacant of any occupants. So of course, the ghost stories surfaced weekly with the arrival of tourists.
I wondered if I would actually meet any of the ghosts. Terrified of the possibilities surrounding the pristine mansion, I quickly climbed the stone steps to Bethany’s home.
The spacious portico wrapped around the entire north end of the mansion. The porch was free of any potted plants or flowers which usually adorned every porch of pretty much every house, in this town, at this time of the year. Besides the fact that the house was one of the largest amongst all the others, which stood tall along B Street since the late nineteenth century, it was practically in ruins, including all the acres surrounding it. A huge yard large enough to build a sizable home surrounded the eastern and southern region of the house. It should’ve been flourishing with foliage as the other gardens surrounding the neighboring mansions. Instead, the garden lay barren and neglected. Even the vacant barn behind the house looked battered.
Architecturally, the house was quite stunning, but the lack of renovations and upkeep made the other neighboring mansions appear more prestigious. Besides all the structural beauty surrounding Bethany’s ghastly home, I never judged her nor her brother for how their mansion compared. It was unfortunate that they had inherited it that way, decayed and withered, as if it was staged for Halloween. It certainly didn't suit two teenagers. The house would be virtually impossible for an adult to maintain much less a pair of minors.
Bethany said the house had been built by her great great great grandfather in the mid nineteenth century. Though the structural design was impressive inside and out, the house didn’t seem to have been updated since her ancestors resided here. Many believed the house was preoccupied with various apparitions. Bethany ignored the rumors. Now I was about to make the silly stories a fact.
I turned to go into Bethany’s house, and noticed a couple that appeared to be gawking at me from across the street. Well, at least I believed they were watching me. There was something odd about them. They were dressed as if they were doing a play set in the Victorian era. I gasped when I saw them making their way towards me, practically gliding across the street. Once they sauntered through the gates as I had, I knew what they were.
Ghosts!
They had to be, and even worse, they wanted to make contact with me! I wasn’t ready to adjust to my new way of not existing. I turned and flew right through the front door. After a few moments of frenzied anxiety, I realized the couple hadn’t followed me into Bethany’s house. As I stood in the foyer, the enormity of it halted me where I stood.
The house seemed way too vast and unfurnished to feel homey. It was large enough for a family of twelve. Suddenly it dawned on me that I had only been inside the house a couple of times. Each visit had been very short, less than ten minutes. It was weird how Bethany had always found an excuse to vacate it the moment I arrived. Being in the enormous manor had always felt strange – almost creepy.
Quite a few rooms in the house were unfurnished, except for the two bedrooms Bethany and Nikolas used, the living room, and the spacious kitchen. They didn't seem to have any use for the other six bedrooms, library, dining room, study, sun room, the second kitchen, or what
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