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Hunted Haunts: St. Blisque Manor
By Wendy Long aka Theresa Sanchez
Edited by SteveZ


Dr. Leo Pratt was the best in his field, and the only thing that now
stood in his way from being the best in the region was the St. Blisque
Manor of N. California. St. Blisque Manor's history contained a string
of murders and a large fire that consumed most of the remaining
buildings. Now, all that remained was the main house and a small horse
corral toward the back of the property.


Developers had built up all around the property, but when it came to
improving the house itself, that's when the static started of a
supernatural nature. Reports to UC Berkley flowed in of multiple
incidents of hauntings and missing workers. After a few months
accidents started to be reported as well, and in the end the contractors
pulled out of the project. Now UC Berkley put their best person
forward, and that was Dr. Leo Pratt.


What was more perplexing about the St. Blisque Manor was that its
history and the occupants were not recorded. Tax records opened up a
small avenue of information, but they only contained the name of one
person by the name of Joseph Lancaster. Joseph's father came to
Northern California during the gold rush era and stayed practically to
the end; when news of another rush came from Alaska, he jumped on the
nearest ship and was gone. He left behind a woman by the name of Wendy
Elms who was a registered nurse in Sacramento and later moved to a
developing community near Quincy. Wendy had one child of an unknown
name; records were not well kept and usually a fire at the facility
destroyed them, or a mistake in filing could have crept in to leave the
child nameless. Joseph presumably was that child from what Leo could
figure out, but the gaps were massive and to ponder it all gave Leo a
headache. He had never been good at tracking the history of a location,
but was good at ending the hauntings.

"Doctor, here's the paperwork you requested. Sorry, there was no Joseph
mentioned in the medical records, but there was a Katie Lancaster that
came down with the flu. We wouldn't have known about it if it wasn't
for a police record from the sheriff in that area," said the intern as
he placed the paperwork on Leo's desk.

"What does the sheriff have to do with a medical report?" Leo hated
these cocky interns and wanted to uproot this one who had obviously
chased a lead in which he had no interest.

"Well, I was doing a check in the medical records when I found a Katie
L. that had suffered the flu in 1975. Unfortunately, the records were
being moved from one facility to another in the small county so there
wasn't much. Except I did cross-reference it with the Sheriff's
department who at the time was handling all deaths. Katie was treated
by a doctor for the flu, and that's where the records end for the
hospital but where the sheriff picks up. She didn't make it, in other
words." The intern grinned at his resourcefulness and stood awaiting
the doctor's appraisal.

"No connection," was all Leo could say. He was bored from sitting there
trying to put together an analysis of the mystery of what happened, and
wanted to go bust some ghosts.


"I'm sorry, Doctor. I'll keep looking."


"Not important. I want you to get Cindy Morgan and Jack Mylo. I feel the time for research is over. We need to go investigate the supernatural events."

"But doctor, shouldn't we investigate what happened to the people?"

"That is already done, somebody went on a killing spree and burned the
place. Too bad, but since it is a hostile event the poor spirits can't
rest till they are released."

"Okay, sir," the intern said dejectedly as he exited the office.

* * *

The next morning Doctor Pratt arrived at the location of the haunted
house. Despite the fact that there had been a fire at the location, the
building was pretty much still intact. All around it the ground had
been pushed up as if heavy pieces of equipment had been ready to plow
through a part of the building, but because of some unforeseen event it
was postponed again and again. He waited outside the house for his
interns to show up, but after waiting twenty minutes he finally decided
to venture inside. 'Stupid interns, they probably didn't set their
alarm clock or stayed up partying all night,' he cussed under his breath
and pushed apart the door, which did not give easily.

He placed his equipment in the middle of the floor and pulled out a
small tape recorder.

"Nothing spectacular upon entering the St. Blisque Manor, in contrast to
the reports suggesting many workers have entered the manor and
mysteriously disappeared. In my honest opinion, I do believe that these
workers probably found something of value within the manor and have just
left for Mexico." He chuckled to himself as he clicked off the tape
recorder, but then clicked it back on. "I'm going to proceed upstairs
for my first review without any equipment. It seems that some spirits
are highly camera shy."

He began up the small steps, carefully judging his steps before he put
his full weight on them; the last thing he wanted was to fall through
the stairway and be trapped in this horrible place. The smell of what
seemed to be burned hair permeated the building and was starting to make
his stomach turn. As he got to the second floor of the manor he could
hear a voice; it sounded like the voice of a young teen.

"Hello, is there anybody here? Cindy, is that you?" Of course it
wasn't Cindy. It was probably some teenagers who had picked this old
house for a good place to sluff school. Of course that was the
resolution to all the past events, some teenagers not wanting to lose
their hangout so they made it as if the manor was haunted to keep the
workers away. The doctor could imagine a really smart teenager setting
up some kind of projected ghost or rigging up something that would scare
anybody away.

"All right children, the game is over with, come out of hiding or I will
be calling the police for trespassing," the doctor yelled as he
proceeded down the hallway toward the origin of the sounds.
As he got closer to the door at the end of the hallway the voices got
louder, but upon listening closely he could only hear one voice. It was
the high soprano of a young female, and rather then talking she was
singing something.

"Listen as the wind blows
From across the great divide.

Voices trapped in yearning,
Memories trapped in time.
The night is my companion
And solitude my guide.
Would I spend forever here
And not be satisfied?"

Cold chills ran down the doctor's spine, but then he realized that the
ghostly song was not all that old and he remembered his ex-wife used to
listen to that McLachlin girl.

"Okay, very funny! Jokes over. You kids have ten seconds to make
yourselves known or I'm calling the police." The doctor continued
toward the door at the end of the hallway where an eerie light was now
showing at its bottom gap.


"And I would be the one
To hold you down,
Kiss you so hard
I’ll take your breath away.
And after I'd wipe away the tears,
Just close your eyes, dear."


Came the young voice again. The doctor was getting a bit more nervous
but he quickly bottled the anxiety and continued toward the door.
Whoever was pulling these stunts was in deep trouble.

"Into this night I wander,
It's morning that I dread.
Another day of knowing of
The path I fear to tread.
Oh, into the sea of waking dreams
I follow without pride,
Nothing stands between us here
And I won't be denied."

"Okay, that song is getting a bit old! If you come out now I won't turn
you in to the authorities."

'Oh, what does it matter if she even comes out? I'll open this door and
catch the little brat. She'll go to jail and there'll be nothing to
show for this rat hole,' the doctor thought as he opened the door.

Inside, the most spectacular light shone and for once in his life the
doctor was awe-struck. He had seen many supernatural events, but the
light was something different and now he wished he had his camera.
Nobody was going to believe what he was seeing, not even himself. "Who
are you? What are you?" was all the doctor could form into words.

"And I would be the one
To hold you down.
Kiss you so hard,
I'll take your breath away.
And after I'd wipe away the tears.
Just close your eyes dear."

The song echoed from all around, and something deep within the doctor
made him want to run in fear as the light started to coalesce around the
doctor. "Please, whoever you are, have mercy!" were the last words the
doctor mumbled alone.

***

The doctor stared up at the ceiling; it was now dark, but he could still
see the outlines of the cracks criss-crossing the ceiling. 'What
happened? Where was the light?' The questions started to form through
his mind and then he heard voices from downstairs.

He pushed his way up and felt a bit dizzy after he had risen to a
sitting position. Something was odd, very odd, in fact the doctor felt
odd. But beyond odd he couldn't put anything else to words.

"Doctor Pratt, is that you?" Cindy said as she entered the room and
approached the area in which the doctor was sitting. "Did you find
anything supernatural?"

The doctor sat for a minute thinking about what to say. Why was he
thinking about what to say, of course he saw something supernatural and
now it was gone. "Actually, Cindy, I saw the most spectacular light and
there was a voice originating from the light." The doctor stopped for a
moment, something was very wrong. "Cindy, are you going to be my
friend?" the doctor asked, and was surprised that he had even asked that
question.


"Umm...Doctor Pratt, are you all right?"

"Yes, I am purrrrr–fect," the doctor said as he pushed himself from the
sitting position and onto his hands and knees.

"How about you just stay here and rest, Doctor Pratt. I'll go get help."

"Mmmm...yes, bring lots of help."

Cindy left the room, and the doctor stretched his body out. Oh, did he
ever feel so good, he had never felt this good. The changes were coming
faster and faster, he welcomed the changes. He stared down at his chest
and saw two twin mounds rising slowly.

"Oh no, what is happening to me? Please help, I am changing! Yes, yes
you are changing!" The voice of the doctor argued with the voice of the
spirit that had possessed him.

He arched his back and felt the changes increasing as his whole body
tingled from the experience.

"Listen as the wind blows
From across the great divide.
Voices trapped in yearning,
Memories trapped in time.
The night is my companion
And solitude my guide.
Would I spend forever here
And not be satisfied."

He began to sing in his new feminine voice, for now Doctor Pratt was no
longer a man but a beautiful woman. He continued to sing as he rose to
his feet and looked down at his body. Two large mounds pushed up from
his chest. He slowly ran his fingers over the fleshy mounds, feeling
the erect nipples through the material of his shirt. He then ran his
hands to his pelvis which now was smooth, he pushed his hands around his
thighs and to the large fleshy derriere.

"No! No! This can’t be happening to me. Please stop it now!" The
doctor began to argue with himself, but even the voice from within his
mind was no longer his.

"Doctor Pratt! Are you all right?" Cindy asked as she entered the room
again.

The doctor stood to his now much shorter full height and removed his
hands from his butt and up to the soft mounds on his chest, which he
pulled the top of the shirt to cover more but there was no hiding the
new features. "Yes, Cindy, I'm fine," the doctor said in a very
seductive feminine voice.

"Doctor, you sound odd, are you sure you're all right?” The light was
very dim in the room and Cindy could only see the slight outline of the
person whom she had assumed was the doctor, but now she wasn't entirely
sure.

"Yes, Cindy, I'm perfectly fine, and this Manor is no longer haunted."
Cindy turned and exited the manor hurriedly and alone; she didn't know
who the strange person was, but she kind of looked like the doctor in
some characteristics. It was all enough to scare Cindy to death. As
she was leaving she could hear a strange song being sang from behind her.

"Listen as the wind blows
From across the great divide.
Voices trapped in yearning,
Memories trapped in time.
The night is my companion
And solitude my guide.
Would I spend forever here,
And not be satisfied."

End of St. Blisque Manor

===


Afterword:
Copyright 2004 Wendy Long - All rights reserved, posting of story
without written consent of the author is forbidden.
The lyrics came from the song Possession by Sarah McLachlin.

To be continued... (Incomplete)
Theresa is the author of 3 other stories.

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