Very cautiously, Chantia walked to the
house and opened the door, shyly glancing inside. The sight inside that greeted
her was enough to make her leave the safety of the doorway completely. She had
expected the house inside to be old and weathered and ruined, but it wasn’t.
She would almost say it looked cosy, if it wasn’t for the darkness and mist
filling the house.
“What is
this place?” Chantia breathed in amazement as she looked around her in awe.
The soft giggle sounding behind her caused
her to spin around with her heart in her throat. She only relaxed when she
recognised the figure standing in front of her.
“This is my home,” Charlotte explained,
gesturing at the room around her. “This is the only place where we can use the
items around us, so we’ve been living is this house ever since we found it.”
Chantia stared at Charlotte, her head
spinning with questions. She continued staring at Charlotte for a couple of
seconds as she tried to decide which question to ask first. She finally settled
on asking the one that was foremost on her mind.
“Us? We?”
Charlotte nodded with a broad smile on her
face. “Yes, us,” she confirmed before drifting towards the next room, gesturing
at Chantia to follow her. “I live here with four others like me. Eternal…life,
death, unlife, whatever you wanna call it…can get rather lonely after a while,”
Charlotte explained before turning inquisitive eyes towards Chantia. “How much
do you remember from our first meeting?” Charlotte questioned the living girl.
Chantia furrowed her brows, trying to
remember. “Not much,” she confessed. “Just something about a song and being
special…” She shrugged. “Not much,” she repeated.
Charlotte smiled reassuringly at her. “I
told you that you are a very special girl,” Charlotte reminded Chantia.
“Because you were exposed to The Song when you were very vulnerable, you are
able to see us; the Lost. You are special in that you are one of the very few
Living that are able to see the Lost and Damned.”
Chantia stared at Charlotte with wide eyes.
“The Damned?” Chantia breathed with a hint of fear in her voice.
Charlotte shrugged nonchalantly. “Yes, the
Damned,” she confirmed. “Lost ones who have drifted the worlds for so long that
they have forgotten what they used to be,” she explained. “The magic of our
sister world has twisted them beyond recognition,” she clarified before shaking
her head as if to dislocate unpleasant thoughts. “But that is a very long tale
that is best left till later,” Charlotte stated and continued with her original
subject.
“Thing is, because only the Exposed can see
us, it can get very lonely and depressing to walk amongst the Living and never
be seen, so we Lost tend to drift to each other, if only to alleviate the
loneliness,” Charlotte continued her explanation. “That is why I brought you
here,” Charlotte finally explained. “I’d like you to meet the others,” she
stated and came to a halt right in front of the door leading to the next room.
Chantia blinked and looked at the door,
softly biting her lip. “I don’t know,” she hesitated. “What if they hurt me?”
Charlotte shook her head, trying to
reassure the younger girl. “They won’t,” she promised. Helen can be a bit
scary, but the others are all very nice and none of them will ever try to harm
you,” she vowed and placed her hand across her heart. “I promise.”
Chantia took a deep breath and nodded. She
was a brave girl; she had nothing to be afraid of.
Charlotte beamed at Chantia and drifted
through the door into the room. Chantia hesitated a second before knocking on
the door and entering the room.
She felt a bit uncomfortable at the
colourless gazes fixed upon her, but she forced herself to stand straight.
“Hi,” she greeted them, shifting a little,
“I’m Chantia.” Silence fell across the room for a second as the ghosts all
stared at her. It was finally broken when the white ghost placed her hand on
her chest.
“Oh my,” the ghost stated, “you can see
us?” At Chantia’s nod, the woman stood up and approached Chantia. She inclined
her head towards the living girl before introducing herself. “I am Angelica
Shipp. It is very nice to meet you, Young Lady Chantia,” she stated before
gesturing at the others and introducing them. The orange ghost was Helen Wills,
the darker blue one was Clint Hewitt and the light blue ghost teen was Frederick
McLaughlin.
Chantia nodded at them. “Nice to meet you,”
she replied pleasantly. Angelica smiled proudly at her before gesturing the
girl towards a seat. Chantia gingerly sat on the chair, half-afraid that it
would collapse beneath her, but it didn’t.
“Why don’t you tell us a bit about
yourself, young lady?” Angelica asked with a pleasant smile on her face.
Chantia glanced at Charlotte for guidance, but the broad smile on Charlotte’s
face reassured her, causing her to fall into pleasant conversation with the
ghosts gathered around her.
On the other side of town, Evelyn was
getting frantic. She couldn’t find her child anywhere in the house nor the
yard. As the Full Moon rose into the night sky, she was sharply reminded of the
first time she couldn’t find her child, only to later find the girl staring at
the moon. Frantically, she called Chantia, hoping the girl would answer, but
the call never connected.
“Stay here,” Evelyn ordered Mia before
locking the doors and leaving the house, anxious to find her child. She
searched at the school, the park and even the beach, but she couldn’t find any
sign of her child.
Back at the ghosts’ house, Chantia started in
surprise when she noticed how dark it had gotten. She turned to Charlotte,
realizing she needed to get home.
“I have to go home,” Chantia told the ghost
with an imploring look in her eyes. Charlotte stared at Chantia for a couple of
seconds before she shrugged, giving in to the girl’s silent pleas.
“Okay,” Charlotte agreed, “but promise me
you’ll come visit us again?”
Chantia nodded fervently before pulling her
incorporeal friend into a hug, missing the awed expression on the ghost’s face.
“Of course,” she promised earnestly. Charlotte smiled and a bright circle
formed around Chantia.
Another flash of light later, Chantia found
herself standing in the living room of her house with Charlotte nowhere in
sight. Mia looked up from her playing, staring at Chantia with a questioning
eyebrow.
“Mommy’s looking for you, you know,” the
younger girl stated nonchalantly. Chantia immediately scowled.
“No one asked you!” Chantia snapped and spun away from her sister, stomping off
towards their room.
Mia merely shrugged and sent a text to
their mom before returning to the blocks in front of her. Minutes later, Evelyn
returned and immediately went to the girls’ room at Mia’s gesture.
Upstairs, Evelyn started scolding her
daughter. She had been terrified to find her child missing and Chantia’s
current attitude towards her was definitely not helping either. The argument
escalated until Evelyn finally grounded the girl.
“I hate you!” Chantia declared venomously.
“I wish you weren’t my mother!” With that Chantia fled out of the room and into
the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
The atmosphere in the house was tense for
the rest of the night, especially when the girls finally retreated to bed. Before
bed, Chantia got in a major fight with Mia, causing Evelyn to revoke her
privileges even further.
The next couple of days that passed after
that event were a complete nightmare for Evelyn as Chantia tried to show her
mother her displeasure. Everything started to go wrong around the house, such
as sinks sprouting water at inopportune moments…
…additional cases of shower dye…
…and
the toilet overflowing after use.
Evelyn scolded Chantia after each prank,
but the girl merely raised an eyebrow and shrugged, booby-trapping another
object right after the scolding session. Nothing Evelyn did seemed to help with
the girl’s attitude.
To top things off, the relationship between
Chantia and Mia was at an all-time low as the girls constantly fought whenever
they were in each other’s presence. For the first time in her life, Evelyn
started to gain a bit of respect for her mother. She considered phoning the
woman for advice a couple of times, but never did. Her mother had disinherited
her, so there was no way the woman would help her with her problems.
There was no use trying.
_~…~_
The title of this chapter is from the song ‘Lost
and Damned’ by Kamelot.
I should probably mention that Evelyn aged
up in this chapter, but it never really came up. As you might recall, I had
tremendous problems with the full moon and CTDs and Error 12’s. The day of the
full moon and the day after it were terrible for my poor game, since Mia aged
up the day of the full moon (which was usually a crash-worthy event), I
couldn’t save during the full moon and Evelyn aged up the day after (which was
another crash-worthy event!). The first time Evi aged she got a midlife crisis
and I really wanted to put it in this chapter, but then my game crashed and I
lost the midlife crisis. The next time she aged the game saved perfectly with
no CTD, but she didn’t get the midlife crisis. I decided that I’d rather have a
playable game without the midlife crisis than an unplayable game with it.
Very mysterious! I love all the ghosts.
ReplyDeleteSorry about your CTD issues. You can always write Evi as though she's having a midlife crisis even if the game doesn't agree. =D
I could, but I don't really like doing it if isn't really in game. Besides, it wasn't going to be that important, just a couple of sidenotes, for which I wanted the unique animations. It was the first midlife crisis I've ever had in my game, but since it didn't really last I'd rather wait until the next time I get one.
DeleteAnd I'm glad you like the ghosts! I wanted to do something different, so I can say that they are going to play a role in at least one part of Chantia's roll.
I'm fascinate by all the happenings with the ghosts, but Chantia really has some issues with her mother and sister!
ReplyDeleteShe does, but her biggest problem is mostly that she is immature and very stubborn. She expects everything to go her way and if it doesn't, she complains about it. The pranks are just her way of complaining without words.
DeleteI always try to include my sims' wishes as well, and since Chantia constantly wishes to prank people, I had to include it in some way or another. :P
Oooh! What's gunna happen here, then? Chantia really is a difficult child, I hope she and Evelyn make up as she gets older, I'm sure Evelyn wouldn't want a repeat of what happened with her mother.
ReplyDeleteCan't wait to find out more about the ghosts! And hope your CTDs are sorted now!