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Tempers flare as the search begins
A chapter in the book The Unwilling Heir
The Unwilling Heir - Chap 29
by Begin Again
END OF CHAPTER 28
The tension in the room was suffocating as Lorrie, her heart racing, watched for James and Sebastian. Each second felt like an eternity as she worried if they had made it to safety. She hadn't expected them to be that far behind, and the uncertainty was eating at her.
She felt relieved when she saw them walking through the wildflowers. Lorrie rushed out of the cottage and raced toward them. By the rips and tears in their clothing, she knew it hadn't been an easy escape, but she remained silent, knowing James would tell her later. For now, he had more pressing things on his mind.
James assumed the women were safe but asked, "Are Madeline and Esther in the carriage house?"
"Yes, I told them to wait there. Are you going to ask Esther for the clue?"
"Of course I am. After losing the book and the key, the clue might be our only hope of finding the treasure and getting redemption for all."
"I agree. At least it's a start." Lorrie pushed open the door, allowing Sebastian and James to enter.
Madeline, exhausted, slumped over in the chair and fell fast asleep.
Lorrie's gasp echoed through the room, her eyes widening in disbelief. Esther, their only hope, was nowhere to be seen.
*****
CHAPTER 29
Having slipped out of the carriage house, Esther darted through the mansion's dark corridors, her heart racing as she feared someone or something might intercept her before she reached William. With every creak or subtle noise, she pressed herself against the damp, dark walls or retreated into the shadows until she felt safe continuing her journey.
Arriving at William's door, her relief was short-lived, replaced by a new worry — could Sebastian or James be waiting? Or worse yet — were the demons inside? She pressed her ear against the door, listening. The room was silent except for William's faint breathing. Gathering her courage, she turned the handle, her eyes scanning the room before she rushed to William's side.
A single oil lamp burned near William's bedside. The air was heavy with the scent of dried flowers and old books. The wooden floors creaked as she hurried across the room. Outside, the distant howl of the wind intensified the haunting silence that shrouded the mansion, heightening her fear.
Esther knelt beside William, her translucent fingers trembling as they hovered above his hand. The faint glow of her form illuminated the shadows that clung to the corners of the room, casting an ethereal light on his still face.
Her voice, a mere whisper in the silence, cracked with raw emotion. "William, it's Esther." She waited, her heart beating wildly, for a response that didn't come. "I'm afraid —" Her eyes darted around the room. Her voice filled with desperation as she begged him, "Help me!"
She paused, her body trembling, the shimmer of her form fading. She desperately needed William to give her a sign.
Her eyes glimmered with unshed tears as she spoke again, "I fear I'm lost in some mad dream, and when I wake, you will be with Victoria. I thought losing you once was unbearable, but to lose you again — that would be a torture I could not endure."
William's eyelids fluttered, and his pale, thin lips quivered as if he were struggling to speak, giving her a spark of hope. The aura surrounding her brightened as she found new strength, her arms aching to embrace him.
"I met our grandson today. He looked just like you when we were younger. I understand why you would be so proud of him. And Will —" A tear glistened as it trickled down her face. "You did an amazing job raising him."
Her eyes traced the contours of his face, committing every detail to memory. "I can't bear the thought of losing you again. You're my anchor, the reason I still have hope. If I hold on to the clue, it would be a selfish move, and I would likely never receive redemption. But if I give it to them —"
She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to steady herself. Her hand finally settled on his, her touch barely more than a ghostly caress. "I love you, William. I always have, and I always will. But I'm so scared. Scared that surrendering this clue means surrendering you, surrendering us. I don't know if I have the strength to do it."
She leaned in closer, her lips almost brushing his ear. "Please wake up, William. I need you. We all need you. Guide me, tell me what to do. Without you, I am lost."
William's eyes opened, and a low moan escaped his lips. Esther moved closer, afraid she was upsetting him. "I'm sorry, darling." As she gazed into his sunken eyes, she knew the answer. Ashamed, she looked away, then murmured, "I can't keep redemption from you or the others. It was — is your treasure and means to salvation, not mine. Forgive me for even thinking —" Her glow faded as she wailed, "Please, forgive me."
He turned to look at her disappearing shadow. His voice was grave and weak, but he strained to speak, "Don't — cry."
Overjoyed, her eyes met his as she whispered, "I love you." The warm glow in his eyes told her he felt the same way.
*****
Sebastian combed every inch of the mansion, desperately searching for Esther while the others gathered in the study. With Madeline's help, Lorrie busied herself in the kitchen, preparing tea and morsels of sandwiches and sweet pastries.
James paced the room, periodically stopping to stare out the window, fearing the ominous cloud of evil spirits might grow or, worse yet, plan an attack. Luckily, they seemed to have retreated for the moment, but he couldn't shake off the tension in the air. A heated conversation erupted among the others. Their voices rose and fell as they debated what actions needed to be taken.
The men settled around the oak table, its polished surface gleaming in the fireplace's warm glow. The crackling of the logs filled the room as the women brought trays of food and beverages into the study. James, his face etched with worry, joined them, taking a seat at the head of the table. He sighed heavily and then addressed the group, "Calm down. We need to keep our wits about us."
Benny was the first to voice his frustrations. His voice was loud and angry. "What we need to do is get that clue from Esther. She has no right —"
"Benny!" Ryan shouted. "Acting like a bunch of vigilantes won't get us redemption."
"Look at the clues, Detective." Benny's voice was filled with accusations. "She's probably searching for the treasure as we speak. And her newfound buddy is probably in on it, too!"
Madeline dropped the tray of sandwiches and gasped, "How dare you! You're no better than me. You were nothing but a murderer!"
Lorrie's frustration boiled over as she slammed her tray against the table. "Stop it! Don't you see this is what the evil ones hope for — to have you fighting among yourselves?"
Hushed murmuring drifted around the table until James spoke. "We have to believe Sebastian will find Esther, and she will give us the clue. However, without the book and the key, I don't know how much good it will do us."
"It was a mistake to involve the mortals!" Benny snarled.
"I agree!"
All eyes shifted to the doorway, where a voice interrupted their discussion.
"Sandra — Tim — we weren't aware —"
Not waiting for her father, Sandra marched across the room toward the men, her eyes filled with anger. "Obviously!" She glanced around the table and continued, "I never asked to be involved. I was living my life in the city, and I was happy. It was you — a collection of misfits, murderers, and who knows what else." She paused and took a deep breath, fighting to control her anger. "You concocted the plan to trick me into coming here. You needed my help. Initially, I thought the story was a hoax. I never believed in ghosts or spirits — or whatever you call yourselves." Overwhelmed with emotion, she gasped for air.
"Sandra —"
Lorrie laid her hand on James's arm. "No, let her speak. She has earned the right."
Sandra's eyes softened as she glanced at the housekeeper, remembering her kindness. Lowering her voice, she continued, "I've had brushes with death, been threatened, and even drugged."
Lorrie hurried to Sandra's side, assuming her grandmotherly role. "Child, we all worry about your safety." She cast a frown in Tim's direction. "My tea was meant to calm your nerves, nothing more."
Sandra smiled at Lorrie. "I know. You've been so kind to me since the day I met you. But that changes nothing."
James stood in the dimly lit room, looked at the ethereal forms seated at the table, and then spoke to Sandra. "You are right. We shouldn't have involved a mortal. It's not your fight, and I understand —"
"I'm afraid you don't understand, James." Tim's translucent form moved closer to his daughter, emitting a radiant glow that grew brighter and brighter. "Though I've done my best to persuade her, she refuses to give up. She feels responsible for losing the book —"
"That was Victoria's doing, not hers. She couldn't have stopped her." James shook his head wearily. "Come, join us. Lorrie and Madeline have prepared a nice spread for us. It's not often that we can partake in a mortal meal."
Sandra instinctively moved closer to Madeline and wrapped her arm around her trembling shoulders. "You need my help, and I'm willing to stay, but neither Madeline nor I should be treated like outsiders. Either we do this together, or you can do it alone."
Benny's darkened form slowly changed to a softer glimmer as he rose from his chair. "I'm out of the habit of apologizing. I overstepped and shouldn't have said what I did."
Sandra looked at Madeline and then at Benny. "We've all made mistakes. Let's try to work as a team from now on. From what my father told me, we must stick together."
The sudden slamming of the back door and voices yelling turned everyone's attention toward the kitchen as Billy and Will burst into the room.
Breathless, Billy waved a moss-covered book in the air as he triumphantly yelled, "We found something!"
END OF CHAPTER 28
The tension in the room was suffocating as Lorrie, her heart racing, watched for James and Sebastian. Each second felt like an eternity as she worried if they had made it to safety. She hadn't expected them to be that far behind, and the uncertainty was eating at her.
She felt relieved when she saw them walking through the wildflowers. Lorrie rushed out of the cottage and raced toward them. By the rips and tears in their clothing, she knew it hadn't been an easy escape, but she remained silent, knowing James would tell her later. For now, he had more pressing things on his mind.
James assumed the women were safe but asked, "Are Madeline and Esther in the carriage house?"
"Yes, I told them to wait there. Are you going to ask Esther for the clue?"
"Of course I am. After losing the book and the key, the clue might be our only hope of finding the treasure and getting redemption for all."
"I agree. At least it's a start." Lorrie pushed open the door, allowing Sebastian and James to enter.
Madeline, exhausted, slumped over in the chair and fell fast asleep.
Lorrie's gasp echoed through the room, her eyes widening in disbelief. Esther, their only hope, was nowhere to be seen.
The tension in the room was suffocating as Lorrie, her heart racing, watched for James and Sebastian. Each second felt like an eternity as she worried if they had made it to safety. She hadn't expected them to be that far behind, and the uncertainty was eating at her.
She felt relieved when she saw them walking through the wildflowers. Lorrie rushed out of the cottage and raced toward them. By the rips and tears in their clothing, she knew it hadn't been an easy escape, but she remained silent, knowing James would tell her later. For now, he had more pressing things on his mind.
James assumed the women were safe but asked, "Are Madeline and Esther in the carriage house?"
"Yes, I told them to wait there. Are you going to ask Esther for the clue?"
"Of course I am. After losing the book and the key, the clue might be our only hope of finding the treasure and getting redemption for all."
"I agree. At least it's a start." Lorrie pushed open the door, allowing Sebastian and James to enter.
Madeline, exhausted, slumped over in the chair and fell fast asleep.
Lorrie's gasp echoed through the room, her eyes widening in disbelief. Esther, their only hope, was nowhere to be seen.
*****
CHAPTER 29
Having slipped out of the carriage house, Esther darted through the mansion's dark corridors, her heart racing as she feared someone or something might intercept her before she reached William. With every creak or subtle noise, she pressed herself against the damp, dark walls or retreated into the shadows until she felt safe continuing her journey.
Arriving at William's door, her relief was short-lived, replaced by a new worry — could Sebastian or James be waiting? Or worse yet — were the demons inside? She pressed her ear against the door, listening. The room was silent except for William's faint breathing. Gathering her courage, she turned the handle, her eyes scanning the room before she rushed to William's side.
A single oil lamp burned near William's bedside. The air was heavy with the scent of dried flowers and old books. The wooden floors creaked as she hurried across the room. Outside, the distant howl of the wind intensified the haunting silence that shrouded the mansion, heightening her fear.
Esther knelt beside William, her translucent fingers trembling as they hovered above his hand. The faint glow of her form illuminated the shadows that clung to the corners of the room, casting an ethereal light on his still face.
Her voice, a mere whisper in the silence, cracked with raw emotion. "William, it's Esther." She waited, her heart beating wildly, for a response that didn't come. "I'm afraid —" Her eyes darted around the room. Her voice filled with desperation as she begged him, "Help me!"
She paused, her body trembling, the shimmer of her form fading. She desperately needed William to give her a sign.
Her eyes glimmered with unshed tears as she spoke again, "I fear I'm lost in some mad dream, and when I wake, you will be with Victoria. I thought losing you once was unbearable, but to lose you again — that would be a torture I could not endure."
William's eyelids fluttered, and his pale, thin lips quivered as if he were struggling to speak, giving her a spark of hope. The aura surrounding her brightened as she found new strength, her arms aching to embrace him.
"I met our grandson today. He looked just like you when we were younger. I understand why you would be so proud of him. And Will —" A tear glistened as it trickled down her face. "You did an amazing job raising him."
Her eyes traced the contours of his face, committing every detail to memory. "I can't bear the thought of losing you again. You're my anchor, the reason I still have hope. If I hold on to the clue, it would be a selfish move, and I would likely never receive redemption. But if I give it to them —"
She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to steady herself. Her hand finally settled on his, her touch barely more than a ghostly caress. "I love you, William. I always have, and I always will. But I'm so scared. Scared that surrendering this clue means surrendering you, surrendering us. I don't know if I have the strength to do it."
She leaned in closer, her lips almost brushing his ear. "Please wake up, William. I need you. We all need you. Guide me, tell me what to do. Without you, I am lost."
William's eyes opened, and a low moan escaped his lips. Esther moved closer, afraid she was upsetting him. "I'm sorry, darling." As she gazed into his sunken eyes, she knew the answer. Ashamed, she looked away, then murmured, "I can't keep redemption from you or the others. It was — is your treasure and means to salvation, not mine. Forgive me for even thinking —" Her glow faded as she wailed, "Please, forgive me."
He turned to look at her disappearing shadow. His voice was grave and weak, but he strained to speak, "Don't — cry."
Overjoyed, her eyes met his as she whispered, "I love you." The warm glow in his eyes told her he felt the same way.
*****
Sebastian combed every inch of the mansion, desperately searching for Esther while the others gathered in the study. With Madeline's help, Lorrie busied herself in the kitchen, preparing tea and morsels of sandwiches and sweet pastries.
CHAPTER 29
Having slipped out of the carriage house, Esther darted through the mansion's dark corridors, her heart racing as she feared someone or something might intercept her before she reached William. With every creak or subtle noise, she pressed herself against the damp, dark walls or retreated into the shadows until she felt safe continuing her journey.
Arriving at William's door, her relief was short-lived, replaced by a new worry — could Sebastian or James be waiting? Or worse yet — were the demons inside? She pressed her ear against the door, listening. The room was silent except for William's faint breathing. Gathering her courage, she turned the handle, her eyes scanning the room before she rushed to William's side.
A single oil lamp burned near William's bedside. The air was heavy with the scent of dried flowers and old books. The wooden floors creaked as she hurried across the room. Outside, the distant howl of the wind intensified the haunting silence that shrouded the mansion, heightening her fear.
Esther knelt beside William, her translucent fingers trembling as they hovered above his hand. The faint glow of her form illuminated the shadows that clung to the corners of the room, casting an ethereal light on his still face.
Her voice, a mere whisper in the silence, cracked with raw emotion. "William, it's Esther." She waited, her heart beating wildly, for a response that didn't come. "I'm afraid —" Her eyes darted around the room. Her voice filled with desperation as she begged him, "Help me!"
She paused, her body trembling, the shimmer of her form fading. She desperately needed William to give her a sign.
Her eyes glimmered with unshed tears as she spoke again, "I fear I'm lost in some mad dream, and when I wake, you will be with Victoria. I thought losing you once was unbearable, but to lose you again — that would be a torture I could not endure."
William's eyelids fluttered, and his pale, thin lips quivered as if he were struggling to speak, giving her a spark of hope. The aura surrounding her brightened as she found new strength, her arms aching to embrace him.
"I met our grandson today. He looked just like you when we were younger. I understand why you would be so proud of him. And Will —" A tear glistened as it trickled down her face. "You did an amazing job raising him."
Her eyes traced the contours of his face, committing every detail to memory. "I can't bear the thought of losing you again. You're my anchor, the reason I still have hope. If I hold on to the clue, it would be a selfish move, and I would likely never receive redemption. But if I give it to them —"
She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to steady herself. Her hand finally settled on his, her touch barely more than a ghostly caress. "I love you, William. I always have, and I always will. But I'm so scared. Scared that surrendering this clue means surrendering you, surrendering us. I don't know if I have the strength to do it."
She leaned in closer, her lips almost brushing his ear. "Please wake up, William. I need you. We all need you. Guide me, tell me what to do. Without you, I am lost."
William's eyes opened, and a low moan escaped his lips. Esther moved closer, afraid she was upsetting him. "I'm sorry, darling." As she gazed into his sunken eyes, she knew the answer. Ashamed, she looked away, then murmured, "I can't keep redemption from you or the others. It was — is your treasure and means to salvation, not mine. Forgive me for even thinking —" Her glow faded as she wailed, "Please, forgive me."
He turned to look at her disappearing shadow. His voice was grave and weak, but he strained to speak, "Don't — cry."
Overjoyed, her eyes met his as she whispered, "I love you." The warm glow in his eyes told her he felt the same way.
*****
Sebastian combed every inch of the mansion, desperately searching for Esther while the others gathered in the study. With Madeline's help, Lorrie busied herself in the kitchen, preparing tea and morsels of sandwiches and sweet pastries.
James paced the room, periodically stopping to stare out the window, fearing the ominous cloud of evil spirits might grow or, worse yet, plan an attack. Luckily, they seemed to have retreated for the moment, but he couldn't shake off the tension in the air. A heated conversation erupted among the others. Their voices rose and fell as they debated what actions needed to be taken.
The men settled around the oak table, its polished surface gleaming in the fireplace's warm glow. The crackling of the logs filled the room as the women brought trays of food and beverages into the study. James, his face etched with worry, joined them, taking a seat at the head of the table. He sighed heavily and then addressed the group, "Calm down. We need to keep our wits about us."
Benny was the first to voice his frustrations. His voice was loud and angry. "What we need to do is get that clue from Esther. She has no right —"
"Benny!" Ryan shouted. "Acting like a bunch of vigilantes won't get us redemption."
"Look at the clues, Detective." Benny's voice was filled with accusations. "She's probably searching for the treasure as we speak. And her newfound buddy is probably in on it, too!"
Madeline dropped the tray of sandwiches and gasped, "How dare you! You're no better than me. You were nothing but a murderer!"
Lorrie's frustration boiled over as she slammed her tray against the table. "Stop it! Don't you see this is what the evil ones hope for — to have you fighting among yourselves?"
Hushed murmuring drifted around the table until James spoke. "We have to believe Sebastian will find Esther, and she will give us the clue. However, without the book and the key, I don't know how much good it will do us."
"It was a mistake to involve the mortals!" Benny snarled.
"I agree!"
All eyes shifted to the doorway, where a voice interrupted their discussion.
"Sandra — Tim — we weren't aware —"
Not waiting for her father, Sandra marched across the room toward the men, her eyes filled with anger. "Obviously!" She glanced around the table and continued, "I never asked to be involved. I was living my life in the city, and I was happy. It was you — a collection of misfits, murderers, and who knows what else." She paused and took a deep breath, fighting to control her anger. "You concocted the plan to trick me into coming here. You needed my help. Initially, I thought the story was a hoax. I never believed in ghosts or spirits — or whatever you call yourselves." Overwhelmed with emotion, she gasped for air.
"Sandra —"
Lorrie laid her hand on James's arm. "No, let her speak. She has earned the right."
Sandra's eyes softened as she glanced at the housekeeper, remembering her kindness. Lowering her voice, she continued, "I've had brushes with death, been threatened, and even drugged."
Lorrie hurried to Sandra's side, assuming her grandmotherly role. "Child, we all worry about your safety." She cast a frown in Tim's direction. "My tea was meant to calm your nerves, nothing more."
Sandra smiled at Lorrie. "I know. You've been so kind to me since the day I met you. But that changes nothing."
James stood in the dimly lit room, looked at the ethereal forms seated at the table, and then spoke to Sandra. "You are right. We shouldn't have involved a mortal. It's not your fight, and I understand —"
"I'm afraid you don't understand, James." Tim's translucent form moved closer to his daughter, emitting a radiant glow that grew brighter and brighter. "Though I've done my best to persuade her, she refuses to give up. She feels responsible for losing the book —"
"That was Victoria's doing, not hers. She couldn't have stopped her." James shook his head wearily. "Come, join us. Lorrie and Madeline have prepared a nice spread for us. It's not often that we can partake in a mortal meal."
Sandra instinctively moved closer to Madeline and wrapped her arm around her trembling shoulders. "You need my help, and I'm willing to stay, but neither Madeline nor I should be treated like outsiders. Either we do this together, or you can do it alone."
Benny's darkened form slowly changed to a softer glimmer as he rose from his chair. "I'm out of the habit of apologizing. I overstepped and shouldn't have said what I did."
Sandra looked at Madeline and then at Benny. "We've all made mistakes. Let's try to work as a team from now on. From what my father told me, we must stick together."
The sudden slamming of the back door and voices yelling turned everyone's attention toward the kitchen as Billy and Will burst into the room.
Breathless, Billy waved a moss-covered book in the air as he triumphantly yelled, "We found something!"
The men settled around the oak table, its polished surface gleaming in the fireplace's warm glow. The crackling of the logs filled the room as the women brought trays of food and beverages into the study. James, his face etched with worry, joined them, taking a seat at the head of the table. He sighed heavily and then addressed the group, "Calm down. We need to keep our wits about us."
Benny was the first to voice his frustrations. His voice was loud and angry. "What we need to do is get that clue from Esther. She has no right —"
"Benny!" Ryan shouted. "Acting like a bunch of vigilantes won't get us redemption."
"Look at the clues, Detective." Benny's voice was filled with accusations. "She's probably searching for the treasure as we speak. And her newfound buddy is probably in on it, too!"
Madeline dropped the tray of sandwiches and gasped, "How dare you! You're no better than me. You were nothing but a murderer!"
Lorrie's frustration boiled over as she slammed her tray against the table. "Stop it! Don't you see this is what the evil ones hope for — to have you fighting among yourselves?"
Hushed murmuring drifted around the table until James spoke. "We have to believe Sebastian will find Esther, and she will give us the clue. However, without the book and the key, I don't know how much good it will do us."
"It was a mistake to involve the mortals!" Benny snarled.
"I agree!"
All eyes shifted to the doorway, where a voice interrupted their discussion.
"Sandra — Tim — we weren't aware —"
Not waiting for her father, Sandra marched across the room toward the men, her eyes filled with anger. "Obviously!" She glanced around the table and continued, "I never asked to be involved. I was living my life in the city, and I was happy. It was you — a collection of misfits, murderers, and who knows what else." She paused and took a deep breath, fighting to control her anger. "You concocted the plan to trick me into coming here. You needed my help. Initially, I thought the story was a hoax. I never believed in ghosts or spirits — or whatever you call yourselves." Overwhelmed with emotion, she gasped for air.
"Sandra —"
Lorrie laid her hand on James's arm. "No, let her speak. She has earned the right."
Sandra's eyes softened as she glanced at the housekeeper, remembering her kindness. Lowering her voice, she continued, "I've had brushes with death, been threatened, and even drugged."
Lorrie hurried to Sandra's side, assuming her grandmotherly role. "Child, we all worry about your safety." She cast a frown in Tim's direction. "My tea was meant to calm your nerves, nothing more."
Sandra smiled at Lorrie. "I know. You've been so kind to me since the day I met you. But that changes nothing."
James stood in the dimly lit room, looked at the ethereal forms seated at the table, and then spoke to Sandra. "You are right. We shouldn't have involved a mortal. It's not your fight, and I understand —"
"I'm afraid you don't understand, James." Tim's translucent form moved closer to his daughter, emitting a radiant glow that grew brighter and brighter. "Though I've done my best to persuade her, she refuses to give up. She feels responsible for losing the book —"
"That was Victoria's doing, not hers. She couldn't have stopped her." James shook his head wearily. "Come, join us. Lorrie and Madeline have prepared a nice spread for us. It's not often that we can partake in a mortal meal."
Sandra instinctively moved closer to Madeline and wrapped her arm around her trembling shoulders. "You need my help, and I'm willing to stay, but neither Madeline nor I should be treated like outsiders. Either we do this together, or you can do it alone."
Benny's darkened form slowly changed to a softer glimmer as he rose from his chair. "I'm out of the habit of apologizing. I overstepped and shouldn't have said what I did."
Sandra looked at Madeline and then at Benny. "We've all made mistakes. Let's try to work as a team from now on. From what my father told me, we must stick together."
The sudden slamming of the back door and voices yelling turned everyone's attention toward the kitchen as Billy and Will burst into the room.
Breathless, Billy waved a moss-covered book in the air as he triumphantly yelled, "We found something!"
Sandra Monroe - fledgling investigative reporter
Detective Ryan Hamilton - a ghost
Judge William Parker - the grandfather and ghost
Will Parker - the father and ghost
Judge William Parker (Billy) - the grandson and ghost
Benny Gonzales - The Hitman - a ghost
Lorrie - the housekeeper - a ghost
James Matthews - writer living in the mansion's carriage house - a ghost
Noah Wakefield - deceased
Madeline Wakefield - widow
Tim - Sandra's father and a ghost
Victoria - the ghostly FORMER mistress in the 1800s
Esther - a female ghost from the 1800s, hoping to reclaim what's rightfully hers
Sebastian - once a lover and friend of Victoria's but now a celestial being
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and 2 member cents. Detective Ryan Hamilton - a ghost
Judge William Parker - the grandfather and ghost
Will Parker - the father and ghost
Judge William Parker (Billy) - the grandson and ghost
Benny Gonzales - The Hitman - a ghost
Lorrie - the housekeeper - a ghost
James Matthews - writer living in the mansion's carriage house - a ghost
Noah Wakefield - deceased
Madeline Wakefield - widow
Tim - Sandra's father and a ghost
Victoria - the ghostly FORMER mistress in the 1800s
Esther - a female ghost from the 1800s, hoping to reclaim what's rightfully hers
Sebastian - once a lover and friend of Victoria's but now a celestial being
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