The devil is a heartbreak away. 
*********************************
The sign clearly showed that the ashes I looked at was the former house of the Compton's. Catherine didn't utter a single word. The house was scorched and it looked like a centuries incident. Some of it's parts had been blown away. Cathy had gone to the backyard and beckoned me to come. My legs felt like jelly I was unsure how I had managed to walk. There were small tombstones in the backyard and the first that I caught sight of was lady Kerrie's. I gulped. I didn't like where it was headed but I had to know it all. I looked from one tomb to the other when my eyes rested on one. 
Edward Compton 
1876-1887
I felt my world whirl at that time. Hadn't Cathy held my hand I would have taken a toss. How could the man I had seen in the flesh have died twenty years ago. More so as a child. Was I delusional? Someone had played a trick on me and was enjoying it at my cost. How could I have fallen for a dead being?Or worse a spirit? Tears pricked my eyes. I couldn't believe it. It was too much to comprehend.

The Devil's Incarnate

I woke up early and was surprised that Cathy was awake before me. She assured me she had a good nights sleep but I wasn't too sure considering the heaviness I felt. Before I could get out of bed I heard sounds in the corridor. It was a man's voice. I wasn't bothered by the voices nor was I interested to listen when I thought I heard an all too familiar sound. Yet it wasn't so but it sounded all too familiar. I threw off the blankets trying to listen clearly but the sounds faded. Steps made. Catherine who had left the room earlier suddenly came in. "who was out there? I heard people talking? " 


"it was only Mr loft issuing some orders to Mrs Virginia. Why? " 


Night Escapades