As your mid size SUV made its way up the crimson color clay drive. You had recently made the biggest purchased of your life when you bought Allerdale Hall. A gorgeous old mansion. Yeah it was run down and needed a lot of TLC and a good Carpenter. But you dreams were finally coming true, as you made plans to turn this once murderous house into a bed and breakfast. The people in the town below had warned you about the house. Saying that it was haunted. But you never believe in silly ghost stories.

         The moving company was already there moving things in. While the electrician and plumber had started their work on getting running water and power on to the house. You had seen the roof from the photos and the gaping hole as you had a roofing company come in to fix the roof before you got there. Though there had been some set backs in all areas.  Most everything was ready for your arrival. There was a temporary roof while they had most of it fixed. The water ran but still started up with rust color, meaning you would need to let it run before taking a bath. And the Electric flickered every so often. It was an old house after all and you were slowly just starting the restoration of the house. You wanted to try and keep it to its original glory as possible.

          You greeted everyone as you got out of the car. Making your way into the house. You helped direct the moving company to where you wanted most of the stuff. You had got ride of the old mattress in the room that you were claiming as yours, but kept the bed frame. Which you were going to do the same with most of the beds in the house as well and would replace with new updated mattresses. All your new kitchen appliances had been moved in to the kitchen. You had some updates to the kitchen as well. New French style stove and a wall-in refrigerator would be coming soon. Making your way back outside, as you went to thank the moving guys. As you chatted a bit with them. You couldn't help but feel like there was someone watching you. From one of the bed room window.

        You had hired someone to be the properties care taker. Who was arriving as well that day. He was a nice old man that knew his history and his way around old house. He had the best green thumb. He knew about the house and was also one of the people that told you about the house and that they say it was still haunted. But he joined you still. Though he had made a quaint little shack outside on the property of the mansion. At least you weren't completely alone.

         A week had gone by and you started to get used to all the creaks, groans, moans of the house. As with any old house you had expected this. The clay that used to slowly take the house under. Had been taken care of years before you bought the place.  Clay was very popular at some point, the giant vats in the basement that were filled with clay sat empty. After the investigation of the home. Though you had a contractor come in to help you with everything, you had noticed small things getting done that weren't quite fixed that night before you went to bed, but come morning they would be.

       Thinking it was the old man Mr. Jankins. He had told you that he tends to keep odd hours, cause there is always something going a mess with an old house like this. That and he had problems sleeping after the war. He really wasn't that old maybe in his 50's or 60's but he survived in both the Vietnam and Golf wars. You did enjoy his company and story's as he told them to you. But he had insisted it was not him that did these small things. That maybe it was the ghost of Thomas Sharpe. And that he had taking a like to you. As he was quite handsome and very well like by the ladies.

        "Yes cause some ghost has taking a liking to me. That figures that is how my love life has become dead and gone." You teased with a giggle. When he told you this.

        "Well Miss y/l/n if I was 20 years younger." Mr. Jankins suggested wiggling his eyebrows. "And if I like Women." He chuckled. The next few weeks it was the same thing. As you started the next week you found out you would be alone for the rest of week as Mr. Jankins had sudden family matters to attend to. Which you had reassured him that you were a strong independent woman and could take care of herself, in a big giant "ghost" house alone. even if it felt like someone was watching you. Especially at night. Though at one point it had to of been around 3 in the morning it felt like someone had pulled the blankets up around you or would add more wood to the fireplace in your bedroom. Occasionally around the same time. You'd had felt like someone touched your face. The bed would dip like someone was sitting on it with you.

        You were a lone in the kitchen one afternoon. The kitchen had been finished. As you prepared lunch for yourself. You went towards the walk-in to grab something when you thought you saw the reflection of Thomas Sharpe. You gasped as you turned on your heels only to see one of the construction guys. Putting you hand over you pounding heart as they had scared the shit out of you.

         "Didn't mean to scare you miss y/l/n but could I trouble you for some water I have missed placed my water bottle." He stated.

        "Oh um of course." You smiled as you went to the cupboard to grab a glass. Normally you would of been around someone like Mr. Jankins when this man came around you. He had seem to take an interest in you. As much as like the fact someone was flirting with you. You really didn't want it to be this guy. In fact you would take the dead guy that is now dust and bones over this man he gave you the creeps. Making your way to the new sink you turned on the cold water. And waited as the rust color water poured out.

         "I'm not sure what possessed a pretty young thing like yourself to buy a hug creepy place like this, all by herself." He cooed watching you want impatiently for the water to turn back to normal.

       "I'm not alone. I have my war hero Mr. Jankins and soon this place will be swarming with guests." You stated matter of factly. As you filled the glass up with crystal clear water. Even though you may had to wait for the water it actually tasted rather good once you passed the rust stage. You handed him the glass avoiding all eye contact with him. As you made you way back to the task at hand. Hoping he would leave but as luck would have it he didn't.

         "Ah yes but isn't your care takers gone fore the week?" He asked. Walking closer to you. You took a hard breath. You tried not to show that you were nervous now, or the fact that he knew your care taker was away. As you walked around to do something else as you waited for the pot to boil.

         "No he should be back soon." You hissed a little. Keeping your distance from the man. And making sure he didn't back you into a corner. You made a mental note to make sure ever door and window was locked up tightly. As you really hoped he was not the person that has been getting into your home and doing thing around the place or the fact that he was in your bedroom. It almost made you sick. As you decided to stop what you were doing. You turned quickly facing him.

      "If you'll excuse me, forgot to ask the electrician something." You announced as you walked at a feasted pace, passed the man. Feeling as the man was following you. You knew the electrician was in the basement installing and upgraded the electrical box. As you got on to the elevator making a quick turn to shut the gate to the elevator in his face as your pushed the lever down to head towards the basement. You watched as he walked back to the group of men still working on some of the rooms. You sighed heavily as you made your way. Not really sure what you were going to say to the electrician.

           After taking with the electrician. You made you way up stairs. Hoping you could go back to what you were doing. Though the hole thing made you wonder if he was in your bedroom at one point fixing the bathroom tiles. You had felt like you were missing things that day but never really thought much of it think the "ghost" had stolen your underwear. As you head back to the kitchen you heard a scream. As you ran into the grand room. You watched in horror the man fell from the Scaffolding. Everyone rushed over to him. It didn't kill him but it did do a number on him as someone had called the paramedics. He went on and on about a ghost had pushed him. When he came to. Right as the paramedics arrived. You looked up. To see a pale figure standing in the shadows with a bit of a smirk, you blinked and he was gone. Great now you were starting to see things that you knew couldn't be real.

        "I'm so, so sorry." You apologized to the foreman. That was shaking his head scratching the back of his head as he took the hard hat off.

           "No ma'am, it's not your fault. This isn't his first accident." The foreman sighed. "I'm sorry you had to see that though." He looked over to you apologetically.

           Making your way through the house. Making sure everything was locked up. As you went from room to room. You even went up to the attic. As you made your way this part of the house made you nervous. It wasn't that fact that it was falling apart, no you had that taking care of. It was what happened up here. It was just creepy know what happened to the kids up here that later turned them in to what they were, well the sister that is. From what you were told and read the brother never killed the women, he only knew of what his older sister brain washed, making him love her other then siblings. It was truly disturbing. You felt bad for Thomas he was a victim just like those women.

         The little work room that was off to the side was interesting to you as it still had all the little tinkering, gadgets of toys and miniaturized machines. You don't know what made you bring some of the little toys with you, as you made your way back down after the house was thoroughly locked up. Walking down to the main floor you set the toys on the coffee table. You went into to the kitchen to make yourself some tea. That's when you heard one of the little gadgets move. You rushed in to see someone sitting on the couch looking at the toy. Watching the ball roll around in the device. You froze. As you stared at him he wore 19th century clothing.

         His dark chocolate curl hung down in front of his face. You looked up to the painting that you had someone move for you cause the other paintings you didn't like. They were just disturbing. But the one of Thomas Sharpe was peaceful his handsome face was quite calming you thought. So you had it hung there so you could look at it. As you looked back to the figure. It was like a living painting on your couch, the man that sat on your couch looked like Sir Thomas Sharpe. 

        "Hello." Your voice came out shaky as you moved towards the man you hand stretched out. He turned looking up at you, it was as he realized you saw him that's when he had vanished. You did what any normal sane girl would do in this type of situation. Let out a blood curdling scream and pass out. You woke up in bed. Looking over at the clock it was a little after 3 in the morning. You groaned as you stretched out. When you did you kicked something as it feel to the floor. Getting out of bed, picking it up. It was a note and a beautiful red rose. Looking at the note the hand writing was beautiful.

       *Dearest y/n,*
*My deepest apologies. I did not mean to scare you as I did. Truly it will not happen again.*
       
           It was signed Thomas Sharpe. You looked at it over and over again. As you looked up to see no one in the room. If he was a ghost then how did he get you into bed. Deciding you were going to go and investigate. As you wonder the halls looking for your mystery guest. You found yourself in the Library as you had heard a noise come from it. The old Victrola played as you walked in. You saw a man standing, next to the large window. You slowly walked towards him, as quietly as you could. You notice he was reading when your hand reached out to touch him. He quickly turned around looking at you stunned.

          "If you're the "ghost" of Thomas Sharpe then why can I touch you." You said sternly. Hands finding your his. He gave you a cute chuckle as he looked at the time. It was only five minutes til 4 am. He looked back at you.

          "Touch me again, in less then five minutes and you'll see." He smirked at you. He had been watching you for little over a month. He watched your mannerisms and the way you spoke he knew decades had passed but it had never felt that ways so when you, people showed up in weird clothing and interesting machinery. He was in awe. He was smitten with you when you walked in ordering the men around. The way you dressed was not what he was used to that was for sure. He had this growing need to protect you. Specially after that one man who he had watched going through your undergarments. And the way he would lurk at you or try and speak with you. He did not like it one bit so he had to go.

         Watching as the time ticked by as four in the morning came. You watched as his form turned pale white. Still with a smile he nodded for you to go ahead and try touching him. You moved forward. Your hand shacked as went to touch him. But your hand went right through him. You eyes winded as you moved even close. He smirked as he watched you intently. Your other hand went towards chest and it did the same. That's when you got the bright idea of doing what most people always say they would do if they saw a ghost. With your own smirk you walked right through the man. His own eyes widened as he turned to look at you.

         "Sorry, I just had the sudden urge to do that. I should probably of asked first." You giggled. Biting you bottom lip.