Dust settled around the vaguely human-shaped figures as they walked through the walls. They did not spare a glance at the group of teenagers who were trespassing. They were too busy looping through the same activities they had been doing since the day they died.
Marie tripped down the stairs and landed with a faint crack that could only be heard at 6PM.
Her brother Charles choked on a cigar on the balcony, leaving ashy handprints along the floor.
Anthony and Pierre shot each other at midday in a fatal duel in the garden.
Ten soldiers died in the ballroom/operating theatre, writhing above the floor where their beds used to be.
These and many more were reliving their dying moments as they had been for decades until one of the teenagers started a small fire in the library. Sensing their home in danger, every remaining soul gathered about the living and watched and waited for them to turn around and face the dead.
Marie tripped down the stairs and landed with a faint crack that could only be heard at 6PM.
Her brother Charles choked on a cigar on the balcony, leaving ashy handprints along the floor.
Anthony and Pierre shot each other at midday in a fatal duel in the garden.
Ten soldiers died in the ballroom/operating theatre, writhing above the floor where their beds used to be.
These and many more were reliving their dying moments as they had been for decades until one of the teenagers started a small fire in the library. Sensing their home in danger, every remaining soul gathered about the living and watched and waited for them to turn around and face the dead.
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