So I was minding my business when all of the sudden it was on the TV's and radios that people were coming back from the dead if they didn't die peacefully. And since there was a graveyard close to were we lived I knew that I had to make a run for it. We (my siblings and parents) made a plan to go to our plantation that we had inherited from my mother's grandparents. We apparently went there a lot. I knew that this was probably a bad idea, but I  always like to fuck around and find out.

I grabbed my siblings and went to my car. My parents went with their car. After driving for an hour or something we started driving over a bridge. There weren't any houses here and there was a lot of mist. The air felt cold and wet.

We got out of our cars and walked over to the balcony. I knocked on the front door and waited. Pierre opened the door and my heart started racing.

Pierre grew up here with his parents and the other people that worked here in the mansion. Everyone was on holiday somewhere else, but Pierre stayed here. He did come over to our house a few times this month, but he never stayed.

Pierre and I had an on and off relationship since I stayed here a lot. He took care of the mansion when we were gone.

We greeted each other and he side stepped so we could come in.

We caught up on stuff while my family went to there rooms. Things got a little spicy and we ended up sleeping together. I woke up and we started cuddling. After that we took a shower together and got out of his room.

Pierre made us all breakfast and the rest of the day was fillled with fun activities.

My brain hates when there isn't any chaos so she decided that the peace was over.

The house was basically a mansion and we all went to different spaces. Pierre and I stayed together, my parents stayed together and my siblings were together. We decided that we would meet up in the library later.

We were all wearing Victorian era style clothes. I thought we were just being funny. This is what basically saved our lives. Since something told me that my zombie ancestor would freak tf out and eat us all if she found out that she came back from the dead

"What are we?" I asked Pierre.
"We could be so much more if you stayed with me, here on the plantation"
I sighed "I love this place,Pierre. I truly do, but spending my whole life here is a bit absurd"
Pierre was silent for a second.
"Then we can go back whenever you like"
I smiled and hugged him.

Soon time came that we had to meet up in the library.
We walked the long hallways and came to a halt when we saw that there was a woman in a dirty and torn gown standing in the hall looking slightly confused.

She turned to look at us and my heart almost came out of my mouth. That was my great-great-great grandmother. But she was alive.

She looked at Pierre and then at me. She raised her eyebrow because she knew that I looked familiar or maybe because she saw that I was half black.

"Where are all the slaves?" She asked while she looked at Pierre. My beloved happened to be a fat 100% white so she clearly thought that he was in charge instead of me.

"Uhm, I- I-" Pierre began to stutter.
"They're gone." I said.
She turned to me and raised ger eyebrows.
"What is your name, child?" She asked.
"My name is Liliana Helena Elizabeth Schmidt" I answered.
She looked shocked for a second, but recovered quickly.
"Very well, so I take it that we are related... In some way?"
She asked.

I had to bite my tongue so I didn't say what I actually wanted to say.

"Yes,we are." I confirmed.
She nodded slowly and turned to Pierre.
"And you?"
"I'm Pierre Wallace, her fiance" He said while looking at me.
I decided to leave his claim of being my fiance for now.
"Ahh, is that so? I see." She said. "Liliana, can you please arrange that I get a new dress? I must've fallen into the lake and washed up on shore"

"Where have y- who- woah" my brother stood in shock as he looked at our supposed to be dead ancestor.

"And you are?" She asked while cocking her eyebrow.
I knew that my brother probably didn't know what was going on so I rushed to save him.
"He's Johnathan, my brother" I used his second name that we used when we were here. In reality his name was Jason.
She nodded.

"I really do want to get out of this dress. "
"Yes, please follow me." I said while walking past her and into another hallway where the rooms were.
I decided that she needed a bath so I drew her one and after that I gave her one of my dresses.

Pierre and my brother obviously told everyone about the situation. I brought her to the library and I was so glad that my family was a bunch of smart people who had common sense. Not to mention that we were all great actors since we roleplayed alot regarding the Victorian era.

I walked into the library where everyone was seated and I nodded at them.
My great-great-great grandmother her genes were pretty strong since my mother, my sister and I resembled her a lot.
Btw my great-great-great grandmother her name was Charlotte.

Granny Charlotte ran to hug my mother.
"Oh, my darling." She hugged her and sobbed.
My mother just went with it.
"It's okay, mother. I'm here"
After granny Charlotte calmed down we asked here what happened.
"Well, I believe I slipped and fell into the lake. I woke up on the shore not too long ago. I don't know for how long I've been unconscious" Granny Charlotte explained. "Strangely, I feel absolutely fine. I am confused as to who all of you are and where the slaves are"

Then I woke up... I think I should write a book about this 👀
I might change a few things tho, like them actually being in the Victorian era