The time this story takes place in is left ambiguous on purpose. I hope you enjoy this old/modern story about an Aunt and her Nephew in a supposedly haunted house.
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It was nearly 5 PM when James Seaworth finally decided to put his book down.
"It's no use," he said, under his breath, "I just can't stay focused."
After a couple of hours traveling by train from London, he was now in a hired car headed directly to his Aunt Rachel's home. They hadn't seen each other since her husband's death, over a year prior. He lived in London, studying and working part time at a well renowned law firm.
Aunt Rachel being his last living relative (although not blood related, as she had been only his uncle's wife) and a good friend, had kept in touch through letters, but James still hadn't found the time to visit in her big comfortable house near Bristol, despite missing her dearly. He had finally made plans to go there in a week's time, which is why he had been surprised when a telegram from his beloved Aunt had arrived at his workplace that morning.
"NEED YOUR ASSISTANCE - TROUBLE AT LAKEFIELD MANOR - COME QUICKLY - R" read the message he received.
He had immediately notified his superior, who fortunately showed understanding and allowed him to take his summer leave a week earlier than planned. A suitcase with the necessary items for a fortnight in the country had been quickly packed and James had found himself in the first train to Bristol shortly thereafter.
Lakefield Manor was the name of his Aunt's home, a house she and her husband had bought two years ago, expecting to raise a family. The house had belonged to the last heir to the Lakefield family, a famous explorer who had met his demise in the East Indies. Rumor had it that the mansion was haunted, which is why Uncle Seaworth (who had never believed such nonsense) had acquired the manor for a true bargain. Unfortunately, a motor car accident had taken his life a few months later and his widow was now stuck in a house too big for herself and too hard to sell.
Looking up, James now could see the beautiful house and a familiar figure standing outside, waiting for him.
"It seems that she received my telegram as well," said James, who had made sure to send a message prior to the train's departure, so that Aunt Rachel wouldn't worry.
"James! How you've grown in the past year!" exclaimed his aunt when he had gotten out of the hired car. "And so handsome too! Let me get a good look at you!"
James had indeed grown, he had now broad shoulders and was at least a foot taller than Rachel. His dark brown hair contrasted well with his green eyes and handsome jaw. He took a good look at his aunt, who was looking greater than ever. Her short summer dress complimented her figure nicely (auntie had always had a great bosom and nice buttocks, James thought) and her beautiful brown hair and eyes were positively glowing. Despite her husband's demise, the country air and sun had been doing this woman good. He gave her a hug, almost feeling guilty that he had spilled so much of his semen over revealing photographs of this nice woman that he had stolen and taken with him to London.
"Oh Aunt Rachel, you look as beautiful as ever!" he said, holding her in his arms and trying not to think how excited she made him feel down there. "But tell me, what happened and why have you summoned me a week earlier to Lakefield?"
"You know the rumors, don't you, James?" she said, with a frown. "They say this manor is haunted by a ghost and now, when I've finally found a buyer for the place, two of my servants start saying that they saw the apparition!"
She quickly told him what had happened in the last week. Two of the servants - the cook and the butler - had woken up the whole household with their screams one night. Both swore on their lives that they had seen a ghost wandering around the mansion and, despite Rachel's pleas, had left abandoned the manor the next morning.
