Subj: A Haunting At Blair House part 13
Date: 2/27/00 10:16:30 PM Central Standard Time
From: Donna Eubanks
Beware The Spirit
Beware the wolve, beware the bat
beware the spirit too
for he will chase the innocent one
he will not stop until he's won
He will enchant you with his gaze
your mind will be in such a haze
you will want to run away
if you should see his evil face
D.E.
The day passed quickly at the house by the sea.
Soon the evening came. It was Nicholas' habit to partake of a glass or two of brandy in the evening.
Nicholas pours himself a quick drink after dinner. It tastes so good he pours himself another drink.
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Nicholas and Donamarie are walking along the beach this evening. It is a quiet night, a peaceful night. The happy couple are holding hands as they take their evening stroll.
They are so much in love, they look as though they are on their honeymoon.
Nicholas' dark eyes are locked in a passionate gaze with her eyes of blue.
"I love you, my warlock." Donamarie says to Nicholas.
Nicholas stops walking for a moment. He brushes her dark hair from her face, for it is blowing in the breeze of the sea. "I love you, my angel. You are the world to me." Nicholas tells her. He stops to kiss his bride on the beach.
"Our next child shall be a girl you know. Nicholas tells Donamarie. And she shall be the image of her beautiful mother!" Nicholas remarks with a wink at her.
"Oh Nicholas, how do you know that?" She asks him sweetly.
"Why, I know all things, my dear. I know, believe me I know." He says with a wicked laugh. He squeezes her delicate hand as he speaks.
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Blair house is quiet, as its inhabitants stroll outside this night.
The top of the brandy bottle is now being opened. All that can be seen is a hand. It is a mans hand. It is an evil hand, to be sure. Several sleeping tablets are being dropped into the brandy. Then more sleeping tablets are added, just to be sure that the warlock has a deep sleep this night. The hand quickly disappears as soon as it had appeared.
A mans evil laughter is now heard throughout the house this night.
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"Did you enjoy your walk, my dear? Nicholas asks his bride. And did my son enjoy it too?" "Oh yes, Nicholas! Your son is kicking in joy because we have been out by the sea." She reaches for Nicholas' hand. She places his hand on her stomach. Nicholas can feel several strong kicks from his baby son.
"He is like us, Nicholas, he loves the sea too." Donamarie tells him.
"He is strong, Donamarie. He is very strong. He shall be very powerful, you know." Nicholas tells her. "Yes I know, my Nicholas. The baby kicks again. Yes I know." She replies with a beautiful smile.
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Soon it is time for bed. Donamarie slips into her nightgown. She brushes her long, dark hair. Her hair is shining like black silk in the moonlight from the window.
Nicholas is grinning at her as she brushes her hair.
"You become more beautiful each day, my dear. Nicholas tells her. Don't you know that?" "Oh my Nicholas, you say that so you can have your way with me." She replies with a delightful chuckle.
Nicholas pours himself a brandy. "And indeed I shall, Donamarie. You can never resist me, can you?" He says to her wickedly. You can never resist my love for you, my little witch!" He tells her with his handsome, yet wicked grin.
She looks at him, and she is spellbound, as she looks into his eyes. "No I cannot. I can never resist you, never!" She replies, as she covers his mouth with her own.
The immortal lovers tumble into bed this night. They are full of passion and love. They touch each as only true lovers dare to touch. Their lovemaking is real, for their love is so true.
Donamarie screams out Nicholas' name in her erotic desire and passion. Their love knows no bounds. Nicholas will take her again and again, as her screams of joy and ecstasy fill the house on this dark night.
A pair of evil eyes are watching the lovers. He licks his lips as he stares at the beautiful woman in the canopy bed.
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Nicholas has consumed several glasses of brandy this night. He is soon fast asleep in his lovers arms.
Donamarie sighs, and smiles. She kisses her sleeping warlock in her arms. She still cannot believe her good fortune. She still cannot believe that this wonderful, powerful, and very very handsome man loves her. She feels as if it is a dream that they are man and wife. She kisses him once again. His hair tickles her nose. She smiles once more and gently rubs their unborn baby boy. "I love you, baby Nicholas. Your mommy shall always love you." She says quietly into the darkness.
She is soon fast asleep. She is dreaming of their.baby Nicholas. He is crying in his crib.
"My baby, something is wrong with him!" Donamarie says aloud. She quickly awakens. She is sitting up in bed.
To her amazement and wonder, she can still hear a baby crying. It is coming from the room down the hall. "How can that be? She wonders. There is no baby here. She touches her unborn baby. "You have not been born yet. It is too soon for you." She tells her baby.
Donamarie gets out of bed. "Nicholas, Nicholas!" She tries to awaken him, but she cannot.
Donamarie can hear a woman softly sobbing in the corner of the room.
"Why do you cry, miss? Is that your baby crying? Is your baby ill?" Donamarie asks.
"Please go, run outside. Go away!" The woman says through her sobs. It is the ghost of Daphne once more. She is trying to warn Donamarie of impending danger.
The babys' cries become stronger now. Donamarie is compelled to go into the room to see about the poor baby.
The spirit of Daphne goes to Nicholas. She shakes him, trying to awaken him. But Nicholas is in a drunken sleep. And, he has been drugged as well. He will not awaken too soon.
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Donamarie reaches the room where she hears the infant crying. She opens the door and steps inside. The room is dark. She hears the baby cry for a moment or two, and then the crying stops.
She has trouble seeing in the dark room. She tries the light but it does not work. So she remains in darkness.
"Little baby, where are you? Who has brought you here?" Donamarie asks in wonder, as she looks about the dark room.
"Good evening, Donamarie." A mans voice greets her. It is none other than the spirit of Gerard Stiles.
Donamarie whirls around to face him. He is standing
in the corner of the room,
in the darkest part of the room.
"Oh no! Gerard!!" She screams at him. Please do not hurt me!! She cries.
She quickly tries to run from the room, but the door is magically locked by itself.
"Nicholas, Nicholas!!! Please help me!!" She pounds on the door with her hands.
"My beautiful lady, your warlock cannot hear you, for he is fast asleep. He shall be asleep for some time, I would say." He is grinning at her wickedly as he speaks.
"What have you done to him? You have not killed him, have you?" She asks in horror. "No, not yet. But that is entirely up to you, my dear one. He says, stroking her hair. if you do as I say, your warlock and baby will be fine. If not, then they shall die." The spirit of Gerard tells her.
to be continued....