The Ghost and the Purple House Part Two-The Haunting Begins

A Paranormal Romance Serial

Jul 02, 2025

Read part one here

It started out like any other morning. I woke up in the antique four poster bed that had come with the house, dragged myself out from under the covers, switched off the air conditioning unit, and went into the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee and start work today.

Whether I was able to leave my house or not, I still needed to work. I still needed to make money to support myself and my cats. I was lucky enough to snag a decent paying online data entry job that just barely paid all of my bills.

I settled down on my purple velvet couch with my laptop and my coffee to begin my work for the day, just like I did every other day.

That was when I noticed something watching me from the open closet, something that felt distinctly and disturbingly human.

I have felt this presence ever so often since I moved into the house. It was usually faint and brief enough for me to successfully ignore it.

But this time was different somehow.

My elderly orange cat, George, was crouched down low on his haunches by the closet door, growling with his ears flattened, a clearer sign that I had ever gotten that this presence wasn't all in my head.

My head began to pound as I closed my laptop and slowly inched towards the closet door.

"H-hello?" My voice trembled as I spoke.

I could see something stir somewhere in the depths of the closet, just enough for me to take notice.

After suckiing in another deep breath, I flung open the closet door and shoved aside the clothes hanging inside.

I screamed when I saw the face, the handsome powder pale face of a man.

I staggered backwards, desperately grasping for something to use as a weapon, my fingers grasping around an old vase.

"Who are you?" I cried out, brandishing the vase above my head. "What are you doing in my house?"

The man calmly walked out of the closet, seemingly unfazed by the ceramic vase I was ready to bash over his head.

There was no doubt the man was handsome, tall and thin with sheet pale features that were so delicate they were almost feminine. He was dressed in red satin clothes that looked both impossibly old and expensive.

"I've been watching you for quite a long time, my dear." The man said, his features unmoving. "And I could ask you the same question."

I wrapped my fingers tighter around the vase.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I demanded.

"My name is William Dockson.' The man said, holding his head high with pride. "And this is my house.”

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