~2018 to December 3rd, 1890~

Name~
Fredrick Astire

Nickname~
Elmer

Age~
19

Gender~
Male

Looks~

^don't mind the bad quality^ ♥️

Scenario~
Moving had never been an easy task, especially after watching the movie poltergeist. None of the less despite the fact the Neighbourhood wasn't even new, maybe you were just a little bit to superstitious.

After a week though of staring at the old home across the street from your bedroom window, a small bit of curiosity bugged inside your stomach. Maybe it was just all the stories the old lady across the road told of her mother before, working in the prestigious home of Astire.

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Silently the clock beside your bed ticked before midnight struck, you were full clothed, a dark jacket overtop to hopefully blend in with the darkness. Slowly you moved downstairs and out the back door of your home, inching across the street to the now beat down Victorian mansion. The only problem was finding a door out of sight that could be broken into.

The ground was like mush, your shoes making sloping sounds as they came up out of the mess. That was before you spotted the broken window, a tree tying beside, a perfect climbing tree. The once marvellous window would have belonged to a study, the old furniture now beaten down, mold filling the room from water easily coming into the old stained glass window.

Quickly mustering courage you climbed upwards said tree. Making it to the window before pausing, it was rather dark, shouldn't you have brought your phone? To late. Jumping was easily the quickest way to get into the home, your feet leaving the branch as you flew downwards. And downwards, and downwards.

It seemed rather dizzy, how could a eight foot drop feel like two hundred, though finally you landed with a loud thump in front of the newly polished dark wooden desk. Sunlight streamed through the stained glass window creating a red and blue glow inside of the room. You could smell a burning fire as wood cracked and a pen pausing across paper as a young man leaned across his desk and looked downwards at you. "May I ask what your doing in my office?" He questioned with a risen brow. What do you do now?