March 30, 2025

Whispers In The Dark Part 1 - "Inheritance" A Supernatural Love Story

Whispers In The Dark Part 1 - "Inheritance" A Supernatural Love Story

When art restorer Elise Morgan inherits the mysterious Blackwood Estate from a great-uncle she never knew existed, she expects an old house—not vivid dreams of a handsome stranger. Her first night in the coastal Maine mansion brings intensely sensual...

When art restorer Elise Morgan inherits the mysterious Blackwood Estate from a great-uncle she never knew existed, she expects an old house—not vivid dreams of a handsome stranger. Her first night in the coastal Maine mansion brings intensely sensual visions that feel more real than dreams should. While exploring the estate, Elise discovers a hidden portrait of Alexander Blackwood, who died mysteriously in 1920—and is unmistakably the man from her dreams. When Alexander's ghost appears to her, claiming he's been waiting for her arrival, Elise realizes her inheritance includes far more than just a house.

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Calaroga Shark Media.

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Hello and welcome to Romance Weekly. This episode is titled

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Whispers in the Dark, Part One, The Inheritance.

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I never believed in ghosts, not until I inherited Blackwood Estate.

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My name is Elise Morgan, and three weeks ago I

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was living my perfectly ordinary life in the city, working

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as an art restorer, dating occasionally, and spending too much

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on coffee. Then a letter arrived from a law firm

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i'd never heard of, informing me that a distant relative,

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a great uncle I didn't even know existed, had left

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me his entire estate, including a sprawling Victorian mansion on

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the coast of Maine. I remember laughing when I read

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the letter, things like this don't happen to people like me.

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But they verified everything, and a week later I found

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myself driving up a winding coastal road, watching as Blackwood

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Estate emerged from the mist like something from a Gothic novel.

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The house was imposing, three stories of weathered stone and

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dark wood, with a tower on one side and a

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wrap around porch that had seen better days, the kind

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of place that looks like it's watching you approach. I

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sat in my car for nearly twenty minutes before I

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worked up the courage to go inside. Mister Holloway, the

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estate attorney, met me at the door with a heavy

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iron key that looked more like it belonged to a

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medieval dungeon than a house. He was eager to leave,

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I noticed, kept looking at his watch, mentioning the long

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drive back to Portland. He handed me a thick folder

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of documents, muttered something about the caretaker coming by weekly,

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and was gone before I could ask half the questions

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swimming in my head. And then I was alone in

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a house that creaked and whispered with every gust of

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wind off the ocean. That first afternoon, I wandered from

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room to room, running my fingers over dusty surfaces, opening

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curtains to let in what little sunlight penetrated the heavy clouds.

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The furniture was mostly covered with sheets, creating ghostly silhouettes

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throughout the house. The place felt preserved in time, not

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quite the nineteenth century, but certainly nothing newer than the

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nineteen thirties. In the library, I found shelves of leather

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bound books and a desk with papers still arranged, as

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if someone had just stepped away. In the parlor, a

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grand piano stood silent beneath its cover. The kitchen was

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a strange mix of antiquated fixtures and appliances that had

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been modern sometime during the Kennedy administration. But it was

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the main staircase that drew me most, a sweeping curve

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of dark mahogany leading to the upper floors. I climbed slowly,

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aware of each step, groaning beneath my weight, as if

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the house was recognizing me, evaluating me. The second floor

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held bedrooms, one grand master suite, and three smaller rooms,

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all with their own distinct character. The master bedroom featured

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an enormous four poster bed, draped with heavy velvet curtains,

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now faded but once a deep crimson. The attached bathroom

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contained a claw foot tub big enough to swim in.

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I chose one of the smaller bedrooms to sleep in

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that night. Something about the master suite felt too intimate,

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too presumptuous, as if I would be intruding on someone

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else's space. I unpacked my suitcase and placed my toiletries

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in the adjoining bathroom, making a small island of my

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belongings in this ocean of someone else's history. By the

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time darkness fell, I had managed to figure out the

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ancient heating system, make a quick dinner from the supplies

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i'd brought, and open a bottle of wine i'd picked

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up on the drive. I sat by one of the

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large windows in the library, watching the moon rise over

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the ocean, casting a silver path across the water to

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the shore below the house. I must have dozed off

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in the chair, because I woke with a start. The

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wine glass empty beside me, and the fire burned down

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to embers. The house was utterly silent except for the

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distant sound of waves, and yet I had the strangest

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feeling that some thing had awakened me, a sound, a presence.

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I shivered and headed upstairs to my chosen bedroom. The

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house was cold now, and I hurried through my nighttime

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routine before slipping beneath the heavy quilt on the bed.

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Despite my exhaustion, sleep didn't come easily. Every unfamiliar sound,

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the settling of old wood, the rattling of windows in

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the sea breeze, jerked me back to wakefulness. When I

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finally did drift off, my dreams were unusual, vivid in

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a way I'd never experienced before. I dreamed I was

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still in the house, but it was different, warmer lived in.

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I was walking through the hallways, drawn towards something I

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couldn't name. The air felt charged, as if a storm

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was approaching. I came to the door of the master bedroom,

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closed in my waking exploration, but now slightly ajar. A

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warm light spilled from the crack, and I could smell

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something woodsy and masculine, sandalwood perhaps, and beneath it the

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metallic tang of the sea. I pushed the door open

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in that dream, and the bedroom beyond was transformed. The

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sheets on the four poster bed were turned down invitingly.

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A fire crackled in the fireplace, and standing by the window,

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looking out at the same moonlit ocean I had observed earlier,

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was a man. He turned when I entered, and something

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in my chest tightened. He was tall, broad shouldered, with

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dark hair swept back from a face that managed to

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be both classically handsome and utterly unique. His eyes caught

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the firelight. Were they gray blue? I couldn't tell. Clothing

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from another era, a white shirt open at the collar,

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dark trousers, suspenders, the kind of casual elegance men don't

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manage anymore. You came, he said, and his voice was

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like warm, honey, rich and soothing. I've been waiting, dream

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Me wasn't surprised. Dream Me moved toward him, as if

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this midnight rendezvous was expected anticipated. I felt a surging

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heat that had nothing to do with the fire and

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everything to do with the way his eyes traveled over

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my body, which I now realized was clad only in

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a thin silk nightgown I definitely don't own in real life.

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He reached for me, his hand cupping my cheek. His

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touch was cool, but not cold, sending electric shivers down

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my spine. Who are you, I whispered. His smile was slow, secretive.

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You know who I am, Elice. This is my home,

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and now it's yours. He leaned down, his lips hovering

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just above mine, and I felt myself rise up on

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my toes, desperate to close that final distance. And then

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I woke with a gasp, my heart pounding, my skin

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flushed and over sensitive. The room was dark and cold,

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no trace of firelight or mysterious stranger, just me alone

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in a strange house, tangled in sheets that seemed too confining.

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I got up and went to the bathroom, splashing cold

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water on my face. In the mirror, my reflection looked

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altered somehow, my eyes too bright, my cheeks flushed, my

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lips slightly swollen, as if I'd been kissed. I told

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myself it was just the disorientation of sleeping in a

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new place, the stress of all the sudden changes in

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my life. I didn't get back to sleep that night.

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The next morning I decided to explore the grounds. The

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estate included several acres of land, most of it wild

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and overgrown, sloping down to a private stretch of Rocky Beach.

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The day was cool but clear, the kind of crisp

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autumn weather that makes New England famous. I wrapped myself

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in a sweater and walked the perimeter of the property,

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trying to clear my head. Behind the house, I found

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a small cemetery, just a dozen or so headstones, enclosed

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by a wrought iron fence. Family plots like this aren't

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uncommon with old estates, but something drew me inside the gate.

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Most of the stones were old, dating back to the

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mid eighteen hundreds, all bearing the Blackwood name, but one

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stone was newer than the rest. The engraving still sharp

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and clear. Alexander Blackwood eighteen ninety one to nineteen twenty,

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not lost but waiting. Something about that epitaph sent a

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chill through me. I knelt beside the grave, tracing the

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letters with my fingertip. Alexander Blackwood. The name resonated in

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my mind, stirring something I couldn't quite place. When I

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returned to the house, I was determined to learn more

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about the family whose home I'd inherited. The library seemed

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the logical place to start. I spent hours going through

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books and papers, piecing together the history of the Blackwoods.

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They had been shipbuilders originally, then expanded into other industries,

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always wealthy, often controversial. The last of the line, according

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to what I could find, was indeed Alexander Blackwood, who

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had inherited the estate in nineteen twelve. There wasn't much

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about him specifically, though I did find a few newspaper

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clippings mentioning his return from Europe after the Great War,

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and then a brief obituary from nineteen twenty, stating only

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that he had passed unexpectedly at his home. No cause

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of death given, no surviving family mentioned. I was about

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to give up my search when I noticed a small

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door behind the library shelves, the kind that might lead

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to a storage closet. It was locked, but I remembered

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the ring of keys mister Holloway had given me. After

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trying several, I found one that fit. The room beyond

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was small, windowless, and filled with dust. But unlike the

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rest of the house, which had been maintained to some

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degree over the years, this space felt truly abandoned. Boxes

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and trunks were stacked against the walls. A desk stood

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in one corner, its surface covered with papers turned yellow

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with age. I switched on my phone's flashlight moved carefully

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into the room. The air was stale, difficult to breathe.

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On one wall hung a cloth covered frame. Curious, I

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pulled the covering away, releasing a cloud of dust that

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made me cough. When the air cleared, I found myself

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staring at a portrait a man in his late twenties

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or early thirties, painted in the style of the early

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twentieth century. Dark hair swept back from a strong, featured face,

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eyes that seemed to capture the light even through the

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layer of dust on the canvas. He wore formal attire,

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a dark suit with a high collar, but there was

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something in his expression that suggested restrained intensity, passion kept

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carefully in check. I stepped closer, my heart suddenly racing.

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I knew this face beneath the formal attire and serious

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expression of the portrait, this was unmistakably the man from

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my dream, Alexander Blackwood. I stumbled backward, my heel catching

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on something, a trunk maybe, and I fell hard, my

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head striking the corner of the desk. Pain exploded behind

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my eyes, and for a moment everything went dark. When

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my vision cleared, I was still on the floor of

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the hidden room, but I wasn't alone. He stood in

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the doorway, exactly as he'd appeared in my dream, casual shirt, suspenders,

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that same intense gaze. He looked at me with concern,

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then glanced at the uncovered portrait. You found me, he

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said simply. I scrambled to my feet, ignoring the throbbing

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in my head. Who are you? What is this? He smiled,

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and the temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees.

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I told you last night, Elise, this is my home,

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he gestured to the portrait, and that is or was

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me Alexander Blackwood, at your service. This isn't happening, I whispered.

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I hit my head. I'm hallucinating, You're not, he said.

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Stepping closer, I could see now that there was something

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not quite solid about him. The edges of his form

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seemed to waver slightly, like heat rising from pavement. And

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there's no need to be afraid. I've been waiting for

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you for a very long time, waiting for me. What

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are you talking about. I'd never heard of this place

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until three weeks ago. His expression softened. And yet here

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you are, in my house, in my life, or what

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remains of it. He reached out as if to touch

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my face, just as he had in the dream, but stopped. Sure,

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there are things you need to know, Elise, things about

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this house, about what happened here, about why you're here now.

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I backed away until I hit the wall. The portrait

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of Alexander seemed to watch me accusingly. This isn't real,

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You're not real, I assure you. I am quite real,

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different from what I once was, but real. Nonetheless, his

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voice had that same hypnotic quality from my dream. And tonight,

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when you sleep, I'll show you just how real I

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can be. He began to fade before my eyes, becoming transparent,

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then nothing more than a shimmer in the dusty air. Wait.

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I called out, surprising myself, what happened to you? How

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did you die? His voice came from everywhere and nowhere,

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just a whisper in my ear. That's what we need

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to discover together, because I don't think I was meant

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to die at all. And then he was gone, leaving

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me alone with the portrait and the growing certainty that

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whatever I'd inherited with Blackwood Estate was far more complicated

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than just a house. I spent the rest of the

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day in a daze, alternating between convincing myself i'd imagine

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the whole encounter and frantically researching ways to cleanse a

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house of spirits. By evening, I'd settled somewhere in the middle,

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not fully accepting that I'd seen a ghost, but not

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quite able to dismiss the experience either. As darkness fell,

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I found myself drawn to the master bedroom, the room

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that in my dream had been his. I stood in

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the doorway for a long time before gathering the courage

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to enter. The room was just as I'd left it

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the day before. Sheets covering the furniture, curtains, drawn dust

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motes dancing in the beam of my flashlight. I approached

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the massive bed and slowly pulled away the sheet that

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covered it. The bedding beneath was faded, but still beautiful,

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dark blue silk that must have once been sumptuous. I

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ran my hand over the surface, trying to imagine what

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it would feel like to sleep here, to dream here.

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Against all better judgment, I found myself preparing for bed

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in this room instead of the one I'd chosen the

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night before. I told myself it was just curiosity, just

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a way to prove to myself that I'd imagined the

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whole thing. But as I slipped between those cool silk

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sheets and stared up at the canopy above, I knew

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I was hoping to see him again, to dream of

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Alexander Blackwood. And as I drifted towards sleep, I could

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have sworn I heard his voice, soft and intimate in

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the darkness. Welcome home, Elise, We have so much to

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discover together.

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Romance Weekly is a production of Calaroga Shark Media executive

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producers Mark Francis and John McDermott. Portions of this podcast

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may have been created with the assistance of Ai

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