The Calder Estate (1/1 Bee and Avery)

"Yeah, I get that a lot." It was an impulsive, ribald jest that Harvey immediately regretted and he rushed to try to talk over what impression it may have been leaving. "Home sweet home for the next month, so it's best we get ourselves acquainted. Wouldn't want to keep a lady waiting, or would Calder estate be more masculine? Hospitality seems like a feminine quality, no?" It was a rhetorical question, as Harvey was still trying to forget the joke he'd made. "Anyway!" He gestured toward the glove box. "Don't forget the radio."

Hoping to abscond with a scintilla of dignity, Harvey tried opening his door only for it to stubbornly resist. He slammed his shoulder into it, producing a dull thump. Again the door refused to budge. He checked, it was unlocked. Fuck. Third times the charm. With more force than considered reasonable, he slammed into it again and produced only what Harvey assumed was going to be a bruise.

With a slow, calming inhale, he combed his hair back into place and looked to Klaus. "Um," he began inadequately. "If you could get out so I could then leave through your door, that'd be great." Harvey had hardly taken in the seething, predatory aura of Calder mansion. He hadn't even looked into the pernicious gloom that claimed the porch. All he knew was that he desperately wanted out of the car.

"There are some boxes in the trunk." he added in afterthought, trying to talk through his embarrassment.
 
It took Klaus several seconds for what Harvey had said to process, though when it did he couldn’t help but turn to look at the man with a somewhat stupefied but mostly confused expression on his face. He sure hadn’t expected that.

“Right…” He replied, though it was a few seconds before he reached for the glovebox taking both the radio as well as the map. Halfway out the door Klaus paused at the muted thumping. He opened his mouth to speak though Harvey beat him to it. “Oh, uh.” He started, still paused half way out of the car door. “Sure, right. I was just doing that.” The gravel of the roundabout crunched under his shoes as Klaus stepped out of the vehicle, it wasn’t notably cooler outside but the air felt less stuffy that was for sure. Taking a few staggered steps in order to stretch his legs Klaus hooked the radio onto the belt of his jeans, jostling it slightly to make sure it was secured.

He paused as Harvey spoke again, glancing back toward the trunk as it was mentioned. “Don’t suppose there’s a working button for it? Might need a crowbar to pry it open otherwise.” Klaus teased, though there was a slight regret that followed the words. The guy had running car, so what if the driver's side door didn’t work, or sometimes got a little sticky. No big deal. “I can get them. It’s no problem.” He added, leaving Harvey to climb over the seats as he made his way around the side of the car to the trunk.
 
The seconds it took Klaus to leave, dishwater-grey sun filtering in in absence of his figure, were agony. Harvey took that fragment of time to silently reproach himself once more. His profession and mien didn't garner much respect naturally, to further compromise that with a tasteless quip wasn't helping. He sighed. Maybe he could corner Klaus into doing something dumber, thereby mitigating Harvey's own offense. He could only hope.

All jutting elbows, knees and pointed shoes, Harvey managed to clamber over the central console and out into the marginally cooler summer air. The sheer gravity of Calder mansion came over him like deep water, caught by the undertow of an abyssal black hell. The worming nerves of embarrassment went rigid, and something visceral, like dread, began to knot in his stomach. Harvey flipped his shades back down. The added color did nothing, and he found himself taking more comfort in Klaus's jibe.

"No crowbar, I assure." Harvey answered, voice empty but gradually animating as he met Klaus at the trunk. "The driver's side door tends to stick on warmer days after an accident I had. Bastard ran a stop sign." he explained, neglecting to clarify that the bastard in story was him. "Now the trunk, that's in fine shape. Just needs a key." Harvey jangled his in emphasis before unlocking the trunk. Inside were two large cardboard boxes, Harvey's personal suitcase , and a narrower case comprising the rifle and its related paraphernalia.
 
Waiting for Harvey made his way out of the car Klaus wandered over to the stone fountain, not walking straight up to the edge but getting close enough that he was able to see over the lip of the stone basin. In any other case he would have set to searching his pockets for a coin or two to toss into it, but looking at the blackened ‘water’ that sat stagnant at the base of the fountain brought back the same feelings of unease he had gotten looking at the tree. Though it was motionless there was something about it that screamed volatile, as though any disturbance would cause the start of a chain reaction that would being about nothing good. The crunch of shoes on gravel brought him back to reality and he walked back over to the trunk to meet Harvey there, fiddling with the radio on his belt as he waited.

Klaus took a step back as Harvey opened the trunk, shifting the strap of his duffel so that it sat over his opposite shoulder and swinging the bag itself around to his back. “What sort of stuff are we looking at here? Fragile? This side up..?” He asked, having to bend over slightly in order to pick up the leftmost box, lifting it with an almost surprised ‘oomph’ having to take a step back to steady himself. “Heaver than I thought it would be.”
 
"The kind of stuff where if you drop it I'll drop you." Harvey lazily warned, hefting his suitcase out. The equipment he brought was minimal, and cheap, but also all he had and could afford. It was exclusively to monitor rooms. Cameras, thermometers, radios, and some theft sensors that would shriek if tripped by what ever stimuli they checked for, mostly infrared. His laptop to store the data and the external drives to back it up were in his suitcase. That was all he had to bring. The rest was up to them.

"We can come back for the rest later." Harvey suggested, wanting to keep a hand free for the doors. "Let's get this in first." Without further ado, he made for the porch. Only when the chill of its shadow came over him did Harvey falter in apprehension. It was too cold, like stepping into a cave, the suggestion of subterranean air seeping in around him. "Um," he hesitated, looking to Klaus for confirmation. "Before we do anything rash, how's your psychic radar goin' for y'? Nothing malicious, yeah?"
 
Klaus couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at that. He’d had more than his fair share of people ‘drop him’ back during rugby while he was in high school, had learned not to underestimate others on account of their size or stature. Though he strongly doubted Harvey would be able to do much more than put him off balance, even as over encumbered as he currently was.

Walking carefully Klaus followed Harvey towards the front of the mansion, lagging a few steps behind. He paused momentarily before starting up the steps, suppressing what would have been a full body shudder as he crossed into shadow. Much like the humid summer air it felt heavy, draping over his shoulders like a blanket, though there was none of the comfort that commonly came with it.

“Not malicious.” He replied. It was the truth. He hadn’t felt anything malicious, even while they were still driving up to the estate. Uneasy and offset? Without a doubt. If those near palpable feelings could be sourced to some form of entity or another that had been trailing them since crossing onto the Calder’s property it didn’t mean them any harm. At least, it didn’t mean them any harm just yet. That, or it was able to hide its true motives, something more than the typical wraith or specter, an entity to which Klaus had never brushed up against before.

“I’ll let you know if I get anything we should be worried about.”
 
'I'll let you know' was anything but reassuring to Harvey. Like under a full moon, fat with portent and ensorcelling superstition, he felt himself put in expectation of something dreadful. He would be waiting for Klaus to make the call, Harvey's personal death knell. But... that was melodramatic of him. In reconsideration, Harvey found his worry assuaged. Klaus was in the same situation. One couldn't blame the messenger for ill tidings. And Klaus didn't seem the type to dissemble or abstain from sharing anything pertinent.

"Must be nervous excitement then." Harvey joked dryly. "Almost felt like there were eyes in every corner." And perhaps there were, just out of view. Caviar-spider eyes bubbled in the crevices, glassy and unblinking. Or a fly's compound optics, glittering like a malevolent mosaic from the weed-choked garden. Something multi-legged and scuttling that made Harvey's skin crawl, that much was certain.

With some force, he managed to slot the key into place and wretch it to and fro. The mechanisms inside, chapped with rust, scratched and ached but eventually gave way. The nob twisted, and Harvey let the door glide open on silent hinges. The great maw of Calder mansion yawned. An unnaturally humid air seeped from it, palpable as fog and subtly chilled. From deeper in, a natural light beckoned.

"Nothing ventured, eh?" Harvey quipped with banality before stepping past the threshold.
 
Klaus took pause at that, maybe Harvey was more perceptive than he had pegged him for at first. Though the atmosphere of this place was strong enough - only growing by the minute which was… worrisome to say the least - that it would have been weirder if he hadn’t noticed anything at all. Through the years Klaus had worked on developing mental barriers in order to block or at least dampen his ability to sense psychic or supernatural entities, there was a time and a place for those sorts of things and standing in the checkout line at the grocery store was not one of them. It had been a trick that served him well, though whatever it was that resided by Calder Estate seemed to deem it null and void as quickly as a guillotine served to rend one’s head from their shoulders.

“But not malicious eyes. There’s something - probably many things - here, but no ill intent. In my experience when something is physical enough it can often exude emotions without being conscious about it, would explain what whatever this-,” with his hands full he settled for looking around, “-is.” Another pause as he adjusted his hold on the box. “I thought you weren’t worried about malicious though?”

With the door now open Klaus was unable to suppress a shudder, the summer heat that had settled like a heavy blanket over his shoulders all but gone. He was glad he had thought to bring a long-sleeved shirt. Needless to say, this was going to be a long month.
 
The thought of 'many things' was disconcerting. Like walking into a wasps' nest, a teaming, writhing mass of fragmented identities, incapable of independence but reluctant to compose a whole. Harvey preferred thinking of Calder estate as one entity. It was easier to appeal to one than many. Harvey never was very popular, he assumed that was true of himself among the supernatural as well.

Klaus pointing out Harvey's earlier dismissive statement, now in contradiction with his cautious behavior, however, was more pressing. "I'm not worried." he insisted, succinct and somewhat petulant. "I'm just making sure you're on the qui vive. Wouldn't want the sky to fall and have you be admiring your shoes, no?" But Harvey was nervous, affecting knowledge and authority to poorly hide it. The house wasn't as he'd expected it to be. And though that boded well for the investigation, he supposed, it damped his eagerness.

The house was too quiet.

There was only the snap of his shoes as Harvey entered the foyer. The floors didn't protest underfoot, the beams didn't groan with architectural arthritis. Everything exuded a strength anachronous to the exterior decay. Despite knowledge that the place had been cleaned, Harvey was expecting an atmosphere like an ossuary, dry and powdery as the brittle desiccation of time. Calder mansion appeared unnaturally healthy.

"Like a liar at a witch trial, you look good for your age." Harvey quoted softly to himself. He motioned for Klaus to follow as he moved deeper in. "The great room is just past the stairs. We can set things up in there."
 
Stepping into the mansion was like falling into a pool of water. A sudden shock of cold that ebbed away slowly the more immersed you became, leaving only a tingling feeling and the memory of where the action had brought you to be recalled again on a later date. It took all of Klaus’ willpower to continue walking normally into the foyer, his steps only having been slightly staggered.

Out of habit he looked up, almost instantly regretting it. The ceiling of the foyer stretched up to the second floor, long shadows drawn in the corners, seeping down the walls like- Klaus’ breath caught in his throat and he blinked several times, though he had thought ‘seeping’ as a figure of speech the darkness had almost seemed to morph in response. Crawling up the ageing paint of the walls like bloated, oily worms. A revised look assured him the shadows were nothing but that, but like the tree and the water in the fountain the seeds of thought were already planted, roots sunk in deep they had yet to bloom. “Big place.” He stated, more to himself than anything else, the words coming out shaky and almost whispered.

“Y-yeah. Sure.” Klaus replied, though there had been a rather long pause before he had managed to speak again. He jogged a few steps to catch up with Harvey, following him deeper into the mansion.
 
Darkness squatted at the top of the stairs, wrapping 'round corners, curious and watchful. Its nebulous presence was all that greeted them as they entered the great room. Through glass from the windows and deck doors, grey, tepid light cast soft halos about the furniture and shallow shadows. The room somewhat resembled a furniture store, an abundance of cushioned chattel seemingly absently placed, though all were subtly turned towards the foyer, as though expectant of company. Harvey paid it no mind. Setting his luggage atop a sofa, he then began to push it toward the eastern wall, making space.

"This room is more accessible than the office." he explained. "And closer to the coffee pot. So-" the sofa thumped against the wall. "I figure we can set up my receiving equipment here and maybe leave the rifle wherever." Harvey turned to look over the room again. "Lot've fucking chairs in here aren't there?" he asked rhetorically. "You can set that on the coffee table." he gestured towards the box Klaus was carrying. "Get the other, yeah? And turn on any lights as you go. This place is like a cave."

Harvey demonstrated by testing one of the tacky lamps in his vicinity. It clicked on, and a globe of ferrous-orange light set the room aglow. The shadows retreated, thickening, bluer.
 
Though he had seen the pictures the great room was not as he expected it, the lack of dust covers or white sheets thrown over the furniture was both a relief and slightly concerning. Klaus walked further into the room so that he could set the box down on the coffee table that Harvey had mentioned. After a moment of thought he set his duffel down as well, though he placed that on the floor closer to one of the overstuffed chairs instead. Kneeling down to unzip it, he set about carefully searching through. He hadn’t packed much, mostly changes of clothes - t-shirts, jeans, socks, etcetera, nothing special in that regard - though on a whim he had also tossed in the book that he was currently making his way though. A mystery-thriller he’d been given the Christmas past. Not bad but not great, just another way to pass the time.

After a moment or searching he found what he had been looking for. Set under his toiletry bag two of Clara's 'charms' sat neatly on top of a folded piece of paper. A note, he’d have to read it later. The fact that there were two of them was surprising, though knowing Clara one could easily be some sort of joke. Not ready to think over it too hard Klaus grabbed one of them - what looked to be a smooth black river rock with a hole through the center of it, wrapped with thin wire to create a way to attach it to the metal chain. He slipped it into a pocket and replaced the toiletry bag over the other, zipping up his duffel and giving it a push back toward the chair.

“Will do.” He replied, the light definitely helped chase away some of the base uneasiness he had been feeling. Getting a few more turned on might have been Harvey’s best idea yet. Klaus made his way through the hall and back to the front door and back out to the car from there, flicking a switch on the wall that lit up the stairs as he went.
 
Last edited:
As though on cue, Pavlovian reflex, Harvey snapped to watch Klaus rummage the contents of his duffel. Though watch was perhaps a bit euphemistic, as Harvey was openly staring, intent on catching glimpse of something irrefutably damning to Klaus's character. There had to be something Harvey could hold over him in the event of things going tits up. And things always did, that was Harvey's misfortune. So could he really be blamed for wanting to obviate his natural disadvantage? Of course not! Or so Harvey reasoned, eschewing the possibility of compunction as he set to violate Klaus's privacy.

Upon seeing Klaus zip the duffel, Harvey dissembled interest in the great room furniture once again. Looking from wall to wall and in between, as though with a designer's eye, he pretended to plot out where he wanted to move things. When Klaus left, Harvey darted to the bag, clambering over a coffee table en route. What he discovered upon opening it was mostly disappointing with the exception of the letter. Harvey eschewed critiquing Klaus's taste in favor of reading it.

'Surprise' was a fitting opening and would likely only become increasingly apposite throughout the night. What the letter comprised raised questions. Klaus uses charms? Do I get a charm; I think my susceptibility makes me deserving of a charm? Clara was his sister, right? And... what sort of charm would Klaus be embarrassed of receiving? Does he have a condition? Harvey flicked his shades up in thought. Most charms he dismissed as only having value to the creator, their effect strengthen by the meaning and belief put into them. But he wanted one, strictly because he felt Klaus was keeping them from him. Harvey was about to rummage through the duffel looking for one when he thought he heard Klaus return.

Harvey immediately zipped the bag and rushed to put as much distance between it and himself as the great room could afford, hitting his shin and nearly eating a couch in the process. It was a success! But for one, small detail. He was still holding the letter. Fuck- Harvey crammed it into his back pocket and sat on it. He heard it crunch once in protest between his ass and the swollen looking leather chair he'd impulsively chosen.

"Where should we park the car?" he yelled to Klaus, trying to sound casual. "There's a garage, but I feel the car's more accessible out front."
 
As he passed through the threshold of the door on his way out to the car Klaus pulled the necklace from his pocket so that he could look at it again. It seemed mundane, even with the perfect circular hole in the center of it. Though he didn't consider himself as 'in' with psychic things as his sister he had heard about so called 'hag stones' before, it had only been in passing and hadn't caught his interest, but he had heard of them. Not wanting to overthink any more than he was Klaus slipped the chain over his head and tucked the stone under his shirt, it was flat enough that it wasn't overly noticeable but it still created a slight lump under the fabric. He stood still on the porch for several seconds as though waiting for something to happen, when nothing did he let out a stuttery breath and continued on toward the trunk. It had been silly to think that anything would.

Upon reaching the trunk Klaus leaned in and picked up the second box, taking it out of the trunk only to set it down on the gravel drive so that he could close the trunk. It was wishful thinking, that closing the trunk would somehow keep the gun in there but hey, couldn't blame a guy for trying. Trunk closed he picked up the box again only to nearly drop it at the sudden noise that came from his left in the direction of the fountain. A low gurgle, the sound of a thick liquid bubbling up and spilling over. Clutching the box close to himself he turned, keeping eyes on the fountain as he backed away from it slowly. The viscous black water he had seen in it before had risen since he and Harvey had entered the mansion, nearly overflowing the cracked stone basin at this point. The higher water level was not the source of the sound though, it sat just as flat and undisturbed as it had the first time he had seen it. Rather it was the ambiguous, weathered statue that rose from it. Black liquid bubbled out of cracks in what must have once been a face, crawling down the smooth stone in unbroken tracks until it met and merged with the main body of water.

With his heart fluttering like a trapped bird in his chest Klaus took several most steps back before breaking into a speed-walk back to the porch of the mansion, too panicked at the moment to notice the faint vibrating of the hag stone that sat against his chest. He took the stairs two at a time, not daring a look back until he was inside of the mansion and even then it was too brief of a look to actually notice anything.

Harvey's shout reached him before he passed the staircase and the sheer size of the house momentarily had him confused, high ceilings causing his voice to bounce and sound as though it were coming from several places at once. Klaus walked past the stairs and into the great room before responding, the sight of Harvey perched awkwardly on what looked to be a very uncomfortable chair only momentarily setting him back. "You can probably-" He paused, having to clear his throat before continuing. "Can probably just leave it out front. I don't think it really matters though."
 
Afraid of audibly crumpling the letter, Harvey maintained an odd posture, something between a teenager trying to appear sexually alluring and a sufferer of hemorrhoids. It was not comfortable. "Right, right." he agreed absently, thinking over his next plan. He needed to return the letter, though by now it probably resembled a stiff, used tissue. Fuck. There was no way he could hide the evidence of it being read, or, more precisely, crammed under the petite heft of his left ass-cheek. The perfect place for a sibling's sweet sentiments under any other circumstances.

So consumed by his own dilemma, Harvey didn't notice the unease in Klaus's mood. "Did you, uh, get the rifle?" he managed to ask, still not knowing where he was going with anything. "Y'know. Bang, bang. Bambi's down, the rifle? You didn't close the trunk did you?" Because that would mean Harvey would have to give Klaus his keys, and to do that he'd have to shift his weight to his other ass-cheek to fish them out of his pocket.

Maybe he could just flush the letter, or toss it in a room when Klaus wasn't looking. At the very least, he needed to adjust it in his pocket. Never mind how obvious it was that he neither moved furniture nor unpacked a thing in Klaus's absence.
 
Klaus walked stiffly over to the coffee table, setting the box he was currently carrying down next to the one he had brought in earlier. He took a few steps back from there to survey the rest of the room, putting off Harvey's odd behavior - not to mention the position he was sitting in - as general unease. Though he'd seemed ready to get down to setting his gear up before, it was a little strange that he had elected to just sit now. Maybe he wanted to admire the decor?

"No." Klaus shook his head in response to that, crossing his arms over his chest as Harvey continued to talk - though, 'continued to ramble' may have been more accurate. "Yeah, I closed it. I didn't see it in there." He lied, then added as an afterthought, "thought you said it was in the back seat, not the trunk? And my, my arms were full with, with uh, the box." More wishful thinking that if he ignored the gun it would go away. Harvey would probably just go and get it and he'd spend the rest of the time dancing around it and trying to avoid being in the same room. It was silly, to make this big of a deal of a rifle, Harvey had even admitted that he didn't know how to use it so the chances that it would be used were slim. But slim or not they were still chances.
 
Last edited:
That. Bastard. Harvey wanted to pitch into diatribe, explain the arduous process of paying Robert Finley to borrow the rifle and convincing him that 'No, I'm not going to commit suicide. Yes, I will return it.', only for Klaus to shit on his efforts by keeping it locked up in the trunk. Which wouldn't have been such a point of contention if Harvey wasn't presently compromised. He wasn't going to give Klaus his keys, but still needed to do something about the letter.

A twinge of pain, a result of Harvey's awkward position, gave him an idea.

"I'll just get the rifle later." he dismissed with a factitious smile. "I- Could you, do me a favor? Could you see if there's any aspirin in the bathroom? It's just past the kitchen." Harvey explained, motioning towards the hall with a flick of his fingers. "I think I fucked up my shoulder when I, uh" he fumbled to say it, his life a series of fuck-ups, the present letter fiasco included. "Y'know." Harvey summed up inadequately. If Klaus could leave for just a moment, then he'd be able to fold the letter properly at least.
 
"You think the owners of this place left aspirin in the bathroom." Klaus said, not a question but a statement, continuing the rest of the train of thought silently. 'Or that it's still good and not expired? Or that you can just, take it?' His eyebrows furrowed and he shook his head, momentarily entertaining the idea of taking his bag and heading upstairs to claim one of the bedrooms for himself. Leave Harvey to whatever he had planning on doing, or setting up, or whatever. It's not like he had been brought along as an assistant.

A few seconds passed before Klaus let out a sigh, uncrossing his arms, though he didn't make to move toward the direction that Harvey had gestured. "I brought ibuprofen with me, it's in my bag. I can give you one of those if you really need it."
 
The tone of Klaus's statement struck him harder than Harvey would ever confess to. That blunted, deadpan edge that slotted so cleanly into the tissue of a wound that had never healed. It reminded him of grade school peers, sick of his paranormal bullshit, lazily calling him out on the absurdity. Somehow, that passive tone always cut deeper that any actual jeering. Harvey felt dumb, knew for a fact he was, and was silent as he tried to soothe his ego.

Such feeling was immediately purged, however, by a wave of panic. He couldn't let Klaus open his bag. ... Or could he?

In what only Harvey would consider a stroke of mad genius, he accepted Klaus's offer. "I wouldn't bring it up otherwise, would I?" It was arguable that, by not preventing Klaus from opening his bag, Harvey was innocent of having taken the letter. An offender would try to keep evidence of their wrong-doing from surfacing. Though, even if such logic could hold water, Harvey had a habit of talking himself into a corner. And he potentially did just that as a realization came to him.

Awkwardly, Harvey got out of the chair, careful to keep his back from view and not to crinkle the letter. "About the aspirin, though." he began. "Do you think Clara could bring us groceries up here?" Harvey watched, measuring Klaus's expression before pitching into digressive explanation. "I doubt the owners bothered to stock the pantry and, well, it slipped my mind. I don't suppose groceries could be delivered out here. I imagine we're beyond their range, and the pair of us shopping, the picture of domesticity, is just not possible. It's imperative we stay here."
 
At Harvey's insistence Klaus walked back over to where he had set his duffel, kneeling down so that he could unzip it and retrieve the toiletries bag from within, noting that some of his clothes seemed a bit more rumpled and shoved around than he had left them and the second charm necklace squashed against the side of the bag, but not thinking much of it. A little rummaging and a few seconds later he found the travel bottle of ibuprofen that he'd brought just in case. He stood and mimed tossing the bottle to Harvey before following through with the action, not bothering to zip his duffel or the toiletries bag. He'd just end up having to open them again.

Klaus paused at the mention of his sister's name, trying to recall if he'd mentioned it any point before he remembered that it had been through her website that Harvey had found him. Clara had never given him the specifics, just the phone number. It was entirely possible that they had talked through email past the first inquiry, she'd only said that she had never spoken to him. Even still, her name sounded strange coming from him.

Listening as Harvey continued to speak, Klaus mentally kicked himself for not bothering to think more about specifics before he'd agreed to the trip. Past excursions usually only had him out for a few days, maybe a week or two at most, and Calder Estate was by far the furthest he'd been from any notable civilization."My sister," he began, putting an emphasis on the word, "has more important things to do than drive out here for a grocery run. Not to mention that I haven't even checked if I have signal or not, I don't know if I could even call her." Klaus replied, adding silently; 'also I don't want her anywhere near this place'.

"You haven't gotten anything set up yet, I don't think you're going to miss much in the couple hours it would take to pick up some groceries." Klaus shrugged, pointedly looking over to the boxes on the coffee table, untouched since he had put them there. "Not to mention, in my experience nothing interesting usually happens the first day. Equipment doesn't tend to pick up any spectacular activity." That was a lie. Klaus had been to places where just stepping through the door had caused an explosive reaction in psychic activity, so much so that it had actually broken equipment. Even when that hadn't been the case there almost always some sense of something being disturbed, cold spots, apparitions, things getting tossed around. Though they hadn't been on the property of Calder Estate, or even in the mansion itself for very long he couldn't help but feel that the place was laying in wait, content to observe its new temporary residents for the time.
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top