The Unwanted Guests

The family of Henry Blanchard lived, in a mansion. They had taken pity on a family of homeless people. They were a loving family but underneath there was a sensiter heart; within Henry.

Days passed where all seemed as natural as having two families living under the same roof. It is a bit unusual but Henry was a different kind of man.
The other family? Well, the man was Clay Brown. His wife, Dora, and daughter of eight years, Edwina.

The sinister nature of Henry came where Edwina had gone to see him concerning their part, of the mansion. It was rent time. Where Mr. Brown had to pay for their living space. Henry was so upset and angered he toyed with Edwina. He took her down to the celler. He wanted to 'show' her something. It was the blunt end of a hammer. He killed Edwina; throwing her body down the well. Dora was frantic for Edwina didn't return. She went to see what had happened to her. Henry had told her that he assumed she was down in the celler. So, Dora and Henry went down the stairs. It was that time Dora was hit from behind. The same hammer, that killed Edwina, calimed a second victim. Well, Mr. Brown, being very irrate for the length of time it was taking the two of them to do one person's job he went over there. Mr. Henry, as he was called by Edwina, followed Clay downstairs. It was then he murdered Clay.

There was a gala that evening. He had planned for this happening weeks before the Brown's moved in. He, Henry, was ashamed of the family. He wanted to end his home and his life of them. Well, the murdering rampage that afternoon, backfired. The pompous and esteemed members on his guest list were there having a boring evening. The drinks were prepared, the fingerfoods were there plentious on the trays. However, one thing they didn't figure to be there was the Brown family.

A lady, Hazel Williamson, was waiting for the butler to serve her a drink. The butler, Craig Donovan, was a very careful man. He knew these people from the parties he had assisted before. Well, Mrs. Williamson had a surprise she'd experience. Edwina, of course now a ghost, got under the tray of drinks Craig held. Edwina upset the whole tray of drinks on her stunning dress and one that would not allow stains to be removed if ever any fell on the dress. As Edwina did this, Craig looked with a puzzled look on his face. The horror of this time was Edwina left laughing with an audible laugh.

Henry wasn't close by. However, he found out about it. He was angered all the more. He knew something was up. Dora had a chance to put her two cents in as well. Calmly, she stood by the light switches, randomly. Having turned off the one in the ballroom, she too made herself known by her laughing that followed her to her next switch. Mr. Henry was present; this time. Dora got close to him. She whispered something in his ear. "We will forever haunt you, Henry. The many guests you may have to partake of your parties will come to know us." What he didn't know was Clay was right beside his wife. He clapped his hands. Made it seem that Henry was slapped; on the back. Henry was turning all shades of red. He was angered and frustrated; to the point, he went downstairs. He looked; inside of the well. Each of their faces were looking back up at him.

Frightened by what the guests heard and seen; they departed. There were no return visits to the mansion Henry owned or did he really own it with the Brown's taking charge of the place? It was later discovered that the blood from all three was detected. Henry had been haunted to the point he couldn't take it anymore of living there. He confessed to the police of his murders. Henry was punished; of course, in prision for a very long time. While he was imprisoned, the mansion was under new ownership. The Brown's claimed it for themselves. The ghost stories have run rampant as to what really went on that day Edwina went down the celler. There aren't any new owners except for the Brown's with their screams, laughter, and turning the light switches on and off bringing to the hearts and minds of the town's people there are really ghosts no matter what the age.