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H [25] Peter Vivian Edgar Willoughby wavy blond hair, hazel eyes
W [23] Rosalind Wren Lenore Willoughby curly strawberry blond hair, brown eyes
It had been a year since the Willoughbys had married and moved into a former vicarage in a charming village. It seemed the prudent, thrifty thing to do: it was a lovely house with room enough for an extension. Built of grey brick, overgrown with ivy and sold at a low price by the previous owners (who, in retrospect, may have been too hasty to dispose of such a charming property), it seemed ideal for the young couple.
But it wasn't long before their marital bliss was interrupted by strange creaks, footsteps and moans. At first they thought nothing of it: the sounds of an old house settling down for the night. Maybe there were rats in the attic that needed to be dealt with. Perhaps the old pipes were to blame for the eerily whisper-like noises and the occasional icy chill when walking up a certain section of stairs.
One night, when the chattering became so loud that the young couple could not sleep, Peter got out of bed at his wife's insistence - remembering to turn on the light first, lest he fall victim to a gruesome death worthy of a Gothic novel. He followed the sounds that led him to the broom cupboard under the stairs. As he opened the door to the dusty, cobwebbed room, he screamed. Rosalind immediately rushed to her husband's defence. What they found disturbed her - there were no brooms to be found, but every square inch of the walls was covered with frenetic handwriting.
What was scrawled on the walls was a confession by Reverend Elias Goodwin, who had been having an illicit affair with the wife of a member of his congregation. She vowed to leave her husband and run away with the Reverend. He waited patiently for years. One day, his mistress told him that she was pregnant. He thought she would agree to run away with him. When he learnt that she had informed him of this fact in order to raise her child (whose parentage was uncertain) with her husband and break off their relationship, he killed her in a fit of rage and forged a letter in which she told her husband that she was running away with her lover. He was never suspected of having anything to do with her death and took his secret to his grave, although he could hear her whispering and footsteps until the end of his life.
Pragmatic and sceptical of the supernatural, the Willoughbys did not want to call in an exorcist or the Ghostbusters. They opted for a much simpler solution and painted over the walls. The haunting has since stopped, and Peter and Rosalind can sleep peacefully again.
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W [23] Rosalind Wren Lenore Willoughby curly strawberry blond hair, brown eyes
It had been a year since the Willoughbys had married and moved into a former vicarage in a charming village. It seemed the prudent, thrifty thing to do: it was a lovely house with room enough for an extension. Built of grey brick, overgrown with ivy and sold at a low price by the previous owners (who, in retrospect, may have been too hasty to dispose of such a charming property), it seemed ideal for the young couple.
But it wasn't long before their marital bliss was interrupted by strange creaks, footsteps and moans. At first they thought nothing of it: the sounds of an old house settling down for the night. Maybe there were rats in the attic that needed to be dealt with. Perhaps the old pipes were to blame for the eerily whisper-like noises and the occasional icy chill when walking up a certain section of stairs.
One night, when the chattering became so loud that the young couple could not sleep, Peter got out of bed at his wife's insistence - remembering to turn on the light first, lest he fall victim to a gruesome death worthy of a Gothic novel. He followed the sounds that led him to the broom cupboard under the stairs. As he opened the door to the dusty, cobwebbed room, he screamed. Rosalind immediately rushed to her husband's defence. What they found disturbed her - there were no brooms to be found, but every square inch of the walls was covered with frenetic handwriting.
What was scrawled on the walls was a confession by Reverend Elias Goodwin, who had been having an illicit affair with the wife of a member of his congregation. She vowed to leave her husband and run away with the Reverend. He waited patiently for years. One day, his mistress told him that she was pregnant. He thought she would agree to run away with him. When he learnt that she had informed him of this fact in order to raise her child (whose parentage was uncertain) with her husband and break off their relationship, he killed her in a fit of rage and forged a letter in which she told her husband that she was running away with her lover. He was never suspected of having anything to do with her death and took his secret to his grave, although he could hear her whispering and footsteps until the end of his life.
Pragmatic and sceptical of the supernatural, the Willoughbys did not want to call in an exorcist or the Ghostbusters. They opted for a much simpler solution and painted over the walls. The haunting has since stopped, and Peter and Rosalind can sleep peacefully again.
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