Bonni has a minion!
Henry the Ghost of Lumineve Present
Henry the Ghost of Lumineve Present
The Custom Sweetheart Devonti
Age: 2 years, 3 months, 5 days
Born: April 17th, 2017
Adopted: 2 years, 3 months, 5 days ago
Adopted: April 17th, 2017
- Level: 44
- Strength: 110
- Defense: 111
- Speed: 109
- Health: 112
- HP: 97/112
- Intelligence: 309
- Books Read: 307
- Food Eaten: 65
- Job: Stylist
Bonni's mother always told her if something seemed too good to be true, it probably was. But when Bonni found a beautiful old house going way cheaper than anything else that size on the market she just had to take her chances. It even came furnished, which worked in Bonni's favor because she had next to nothing in the way of furniture. The realtor told her the old owners had abandoned the property and everything in it one day out of the blue. It was strange, but they had been old recluses with a reputation for being a little crazy anyway so no one thought too much of it. She made an offer at a little over the asking price and it was accepted immediately. The inspection took place a few days later and passed almost suspiciously quickly, but Bonni wasn't going to question it. The house was hers!
Bonni moved in her meager belongings just a few short days after all the paperwork made it official. She began in the kitchen, washing all the fine china that had been left by the previous owners in the big sink designed just for that purpose. The place didn't have a dishwasher, but Bonni was living alone and didn't expect to have company for a while since she was new in town and didn't know anyone in the area yet, so washing the dishes by hand would be fine for now. She was carefully stacking the saucers in the drying rack when she heard a crash behind her. One of the cups she had placed on the counter to dry had somehow fallen to the floor and shattered. She cursed herself for putting it so close to the edge and swept up the broken shards with a broom. She thought nothing more of the matter for several days.
On her third day of living in the house Bonni was waking up when she saw out of the corner of her eye her closet door open. It was just a crack, but it was enough that it was difficult to imagine it had been caused by a draft or the house settling. Bonni started paying attention to the house more, and the more she looked, the more she saw. A book opening on its own, lights flickering when it got too quiet, creaking on the stairs when there was no one there. At first Bonni thought it was just stress, but one unexplained phenomenon too many had her seeking other answers.
Bonni began researching hauntings and ghosts. Some of the books the previous owner had left in the library went into amazing detail on the subject. She was amazed just how much lore there was on the subject, one she would have dismissed as fictional just a few short weeks before. There were all sorts of ways to fight back: salt lines and fire and iron and seances and even weirder things, but Bonni didn't really want to fight the house, she just wanted to know why it was haunted and maybe try and put its spirit to rest. One day on a whim, she spoke to it.
"Hey, house spirit? My name is Bonni, and I'm sorry if I upset you, but I really like this house and I think we can both live here comfortably if you'd be willing to try."
The ghost didn't say anything back, and Bonni felt a little foolish, but at least she'd tried something. That night when she went to sleep, the house was quieter than usual.
It didn't take long for the unexplained phenomena to start back up. The very next day Bonni was reading in the library when a book on dogs flew off the bookshelf and landed almost eagerly at her feet. Bonni stared at it for a few minutes, silently daring it to move again, but it didn't. She shook her head and put it back on the shelf. She swore the book looking disappointed as she returned it to its place.
"That wasn't very nice, you know," she said aloud, "You could've hit me with that if you weren't careful." Bonni felt a shiver as a breeze rolled out of nowhere and gently rustled the curtains. If Bonni didn't know better she'd say that was the ghost's way of saying sorry. "That's quite alright, I know you didn't mean to hurt me, you just wanted my attention," She continued. "Next time, maybe you could just say hi?"
There was no reply, but Bonni felt a sense of ease through the room, and the house was quiet the rest of the day.
Bonni was washing dishes again the next morning after making her breakfast when one of the dishes, an antique china plate, slipped from her hands and fell towards the floor. Bonni flinched, expecting a crash like with the cup that had fallen the first day she'd moved in, but instead there was silence. Bonni opened her eyes wide to stare as the plate paused in midair and then slowly lowered itself to the floor, unharmed.
Bonni shook her head to make sure she wasn't imagining things, but when she reached down the pick up the plate, still slippery from the soap she'd been scrubbing it with, the plate didn't have a mark on it, despite being the same fragile china as the cup. "You saved the plate for me?" Bonni asked her unseen helper.
One of the cabinet doors opened itself an inch and shut again with the soft thump.
"I'll take that as a yes," Bonni said with a smile. "Thank you."
The cabinet thumped in reply.
Bonni suddenly had an idea. "How about this," she proposed to the cabinet, "One thump for yes, two thumps for no. Are you trying to help me?"
"I wish I could ask you why," she muttered to herself. To the cabinet she asked, "Are you a ghost?"
"Are you haunting this house?"
"Do you need something from me? Is that why you're trying to get my attention?"
"Hmmm," Bonni thought hard, trying to come up with more questions that could be answered yes or no. "Are you bored?"
There was a pause, then the ghost answered again with one thump.
Bonni laughed. "Fair enough. I suppose I would be too, stuck haunting a house all day. I'd be lonely, too. I guess that's why I'm not scared of you, even though I probably should be, you being a ghost and all. I'm kinda glad to have someone to talk to. Do you get lonely too?"
One thump came from the cabinet, and then right after there was another fainter thump Bonni heard come from the library.
"Do you want me to go to the library?" she asked.
The cabinet thumped again and Bonni dryed her hands on her apron before taking it off and hanging it by the door on her way to the library.
In the library there was a book on the floor. Bonni assumed it was the one she'd heard falling before. She picked it up, and found it was one of the books on ghosts that she'd read before when she was trying to figure out what was going on with the house. "The answers are in here, huh," she said mostly to herself.
As she sat down in the armchair to read the book on ghosts more closely, another book came tumbling out of the bookcase. It seemed to roll, end over end until it sat at her feet. Bonni stared down at it and saw it was the same book on dogs from before. "What are you trying to tell me with that one?" She asked aloud, not expecting an answer.
She scooped up the dog book and opened it first. A photo almost fell out of it. It was old from the look of it, probably taken some twenty years before, at least. There was a handsome man with dark hair who looked to be about in his thirties in the photo, and sitting proudly at the man's side was a beautiful big female dog with reddish fur and big brown eyes. The dog's tongue lolled out of her mouth and she looked just as happy to be at the man's side as the man was to have her there.
"Oh," Bonni said, "Was this you?"
A book slid part way out of the bookshelf and slid back in with a soft thump, just like with the cabinet in the kitchen.
"I wish you could tell me your name," Bonni mused. In her lap, the book turned the page the photo had been balanced on, flipping it over. Bonni realized there was writing on the back of the photo. "Henry and Bella, 1973," Bonni read aloud. "Henry! Your name is Henry!" she said excitedly.
The bookcase thumped its affirmation.
"Glad to meet you, Henry," Bonni said with a smile. "I look forward to learning more about you."
The bookcase thumped again and Bonni began to read more about ghosts and what may have happened to Henry to make him into one.
The next day Bonni woke up in the armchair in the library where she'd been up late reading the night before. The book she had last remembered reading was closed with a bookmark tucked between its pages to mark the place she'd left off, and a blanket had been moved from the closet to drape over her while she slept.
"Thank you for the blanket, Henry," she said with a yawn. Even after the events of the day before, she still wasn't quite certain she wasn't just talking to herself, but then a book on the bookshelf gave a now familiar thump, and she knew for sure she wasn't crazy.
"I don't suppose you could be a dear and start some tea while I freshen up?" she asked, more curious now as to what Henry could and couldn't do in his current state.
There was a pause, and then Bonni could hear the unmistakable sound of water being poured into a kettle and the kettle being placed on the stove.
Bonni smiled and shouted a quick "Thank you!" and rushed to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
The tea was finished by the time Bonni had washed her face and brushed her teeth. The kettle was sitting back on the stove and a cup was steeping a breakfast blend on the table where Bonni liked to have her breakfast.
"This is wonderful, thank you again, Henry," she said aloud. "Is there anything you can't do?"
There was no answer to that question and Bonni wondered if she'd crossed some line she wasn't aware of, and perhaps even offended the poor man. "I'm sorry, that wasn't polite, was it?" she said. "I'm still new to this whole," she waved her hand around aimlessly, "ghost thing. You know?"
The kitchen cabinet thumped in acknowledgement as it had the day before.
"You know," she continued, "We really ought to find some better way to communicate. Not that I mind the thumps, it really is quite effective at getting one's point across, if that point is 'yes' or 'no,' but eventually I would like to have more garrulous conversations with you. Would something like that be possible?"
The cabinet thumped once.
"Good to know. But how? Don't suppose you could show me?"
The cabinet thumped once more, and then a drawer opened and a piece of paper slid out and began floating towards the table. From the other side of the room a pen slowly rolled off the counter and began rolling its way to the table as well.
"Of course!" Bonni said, "If you can move things, surely you can move a pen across a paper! You can write!" Bonni grabbed the paper and set it on the table, then she grabbed the pen and set it on the paper. The pen stood upright for a moment, then began to drag across the paper in strokes, leaving a flowing and beautiful script in its wake.
"My name is Henry," the pen wrote, "It's nice to finally talk to you, even if it's without a voice."
"You have a wonderful voice, Henry. Even if I can't hear it, I can see it," Bonni said."You may ask questions if you like, I'm sure you have plenty," the pen wrote, "But I'd rather ask you some first, if you don't mind."
"Of course, Henry. Ask me anything!"
"To start, what's your name?"
"I'm Bonni, sorry I should have started with that," Bonni replied quickly while the pen still wrote.
"How did you come to live here?"
"I bought the house. My grandmother left me everything she had in her will with the understanding that I would continue to pursue my dreams, so here I am, pursuing my dreams, I guess!"
"What are your dreams?"
Bonni stared at the question. It was an innocent enough question, but it felt personal, somehow. "I want to be a writer. I mean, I am one, sort of, but all I've done so far is write instruction manuals for farming supplies, and it pays the bills and all but what I really want is to publish a novel."
"That's very admirable. I never was much of a writer myself," the pen wrote, "Didn't even like to read unless it was a letter from a lady I was wooing."
Bonni felt herself blushing, and she wasn't sure why. It was strange to think of Henry as he must have been, before he was, well, the way he was now."
"How about now?" Bonni asked, "Do you like to read now?"
"Yes," the pen paused, hovering over the page before continuing, "It's been quiet. Too quiet, without someone here. I'm glad you're here."
"I'm glad I'm here too, Henry," Bonni said softly. And she meant it.
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