You Can't Go Back - Take Me Somewhere - A Writer's Challenge
This is my response to the Take Me Somewhere A Writer's Challenge post by Availiasvision. You can read her original hub here.
Lizbeth had been on this train before. Before she got rid of the body that is. It was difficult getting rid of Pete's body but she had managed to do it without getting caught. It had been three months and hopefully the trail was getting cold.
She hadn't planned on travelling, especially not to her old hometown. Since her parents' fatal accident she really didn't want to go back and relive any memories but good old Lawyer John had called saying they'd found a Codicil to her parents Will and she had to be there for the reading.
What now? What could possibly be left undone? She was an only child and her parents had left everything to her.
The ride was uneventful. The steady sound of the train almost put her to sleep. The wheels meeting the tracks with a slight metal click over and over seeming to say, "you're going home, you're going home".
She remembered the poverty of those around her. Children coming to school with no shoes and jobless men hanging around on street corners. Temper was not a town you wanted to live in unless of course you were a Sperling. Lizbeth's parents had lots of money. Some they inherited and brought to their marriage, some they made on the backs of the small town people. She didn't want to see those dirty faces and tattered clothes. She hated them then and she hated them now. Leaving this place was the best thing she had ever done. She knew everyone in this town and had no desire to see them again. However, that guy talking to the train master looked very interesting. Dark hair, nicely dressed...he couldn't be from Temper. Well it didn't really matter because she wouldn't be here long. She had to find a cab to get her to the only hotel in town.
The next morning she rose early and took a shower. She was surprised at how clean her room was and how hot the shower water was. She had brought a nice blue wool sweater and tan skirt that landed in the middle of her knee. Her tan shoes had heels just high enough to show off her legs. It didn't hurt to still look like a Sperling, it was easy to fall back into old habits. She walked the two blocks to Lawyer John's building then up the two flights of stairs to his office. She wasn't surprised the elevator was out of order.
The receptionist was an elderly lady dressed very neatly. What a surprise. I guess things have changed a bit here she thought. The elderly lady was Mrs. Sky. She told Lizbeth Lawyer John was out of town but his son Bob would see her soon. Surprisingly his son Bob was the good looking guy from the train station! At closer look he was even better looking. His dark hair belied a light complexion with the most incredible green eyes she'd ever seen. The dimple in his left cheek didn't hurt her eyes either.
He was a bit aloof but smiled a lot. He offered his condolences about her parents and said he was sorry to have to ask her to return. He understood she was well settled somewhere else. He shuffled some papers then produced what he said was the Codicil to the Will. Evidently after the Will had been drafted her parents wanted to add one more thing and wrote it in the form of a Codicil. They had stipulated that the Codicil not be read until two years had passed. They wanted to be sure Lizbeth would have enough money to live on and held the three million in escrow until now. She thought the mill had soaked up so much of their money. She had plenty but this three million was a surprise.
Lawyer Bob went on to tell her there was one stipulation. She had to remain in Temper for one year before collecting the money. She laughed out loud. One year in Temper? "You must be joking" she said. He titled his head and looked at her with a touch of pity replying no, that is what the Codicil says and if you want the money it must be followed.
The next two weeks were busy trying to settle into this nightmare. She contacted her friend Suzie to take care of her house for the next year, explaining what had happened. She tried to purchase a car but Temper being what it was there was nothing decent available.
Lawyer Bob said he had an extra room in his house where she could stay until she found something better. He gave her the address and when she arrived there it was her old house. She had forgotten the address like she had forgotten so much about Temper. It was quite a shock to see. It was the same house but so totally different. It wasn't an old Victorian inside, it was totally modern. Outside the same but inside, sleek furnishings with chrome and mirrors everywhere. Walls had been knocked down and doors removed giving it a totally open and modern feeling. She could like this.
Her room was on the third floor. She'd never been on the third floor before, it was reserved for servants. When she finished climbing the stairs she was breathless, but not from the climb. Here the rooms were as they were. The old flowered wallpaper, four poster beds in each room. Fancy lace curtains and bedspreads like icing on the cake. Dark but beautiful in a Victorian sort of way. She didn't know what to think nor did she know how she could stay here a full year after all, why rent a room?
She stayed indoors as much as possible, not wanting to run into any more townspeople than was necessary. Bob was nice enough but somewhat cool. He cooked for both of them and they seemed to get to know a little about each other. All went well until the night Bob told her she already knew him. She of course didn't remember. He went on to explain that when they were in school he was one of the poor kids. She never noticed him because his clothes weren't fancy and he didn't have any money. He even asked her out on a date once but she laughed at him. She wasn't laughing now.
As he told her these things she began to get a creepy feeling, a feeling that somehow things weren't right. She heard a clicking noise, the noise of locks being locked. All of the windows and doors were locked and she realized she was now a prisoner in her own house! Bob laughed at the look on her face and explained in an icy voice that the tables had turned. She was in his house now and she would play by his rules.
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Links to Other Responses
- "You can never return" - a fiction short story
Rachel Goldstein must get important documents out of Nazi Germany if anyone is to believe what is happening to the Jewish there in 1939.
- Take Me Somewhere: A Writer's Challenge
- Want to participate in a creative writing challenge? It is open to all. Please see the rules below and submit your story by Nov. 15, 2014.
- Ghost School - 10 Ways to Haunt a Train Station
Tutorial for young ghosts on different effective ways to haunt a train station.