Day 2,323

The years hadn't made much sense to her since the mid 1600's, though she'd been dead far longer than that. The house had seemingly grown around her, from the smallish farmstead of her youth into a hideously decadent mansion and now a building site attempting to restore it to the preferred decadence she'd spent so long trying to ruin.

There was a reason why the last owners had locked the doors and left it to their unfortunate descendants after their passing. She hated how cold and vast her old home had become and how the living were so far removed from anything she'd ever known in her own sunlit days.

In life she'd always been loathe to harm anyone but this aspect of her faded quite considerably after her son murdered her in cold blood. Her body was at the bottom of an old well several miles away but her heart and soul had always belonged with her home.

The first death had been an accident - she hadn't realised just how solid she could make herself or just how terrifying her lifeless self appeared and he fell down the stairs whilst running away from her. All these years later and he still won't talk to her, probably can't with the angle of his poor broken neck.

The next had been a test, now that she knew she could sometimes be seen she also wondered if she could be heard. Perhaps the woman hadn't really deserved it but she did cuss far more than was appropriate and never went to church so she sung hymns at her every night til the woman went mad. Strangely enough her soul didn't stay, probably favoring a quieter place.

The latest was a builder. Whether or not he deserved it was no longer a concern of hers and the elder of her victims joined in as much as her, if not moreso when they understood that there were no consequences after death. The newer ones clung to morality and tragedy, crying and weeping and often scaring the living just as much as the rest of them.

Some days when the builders were on another strike, when the other souls left her alone to grieve or plot, she thought back to her small farm, her small family and the small well her bones were buried within. Some days she wondered what they would all do if the building fell into complete disrepair and became nothing but fields again.

Maybe then she could move on but for now, another van has arrived and they are all waiting by the front door.