Magnetic tulips

>buying the huge ass house was easy, considering no one wanted it
>what you failed to factor in was the cost of renovations
>after the first few rooms were done you could theoretically sleep there
>but the unseen cost of buying a massive mansion in the countryside?
>scooby-doo shenanigans
>creaking, scurrying, crying and always something at the corner of your eye bullshit
>The paintings, whatever were left, were torn and it was worse when they weren't
>eyes always following you
>you might have been able to stubbornly ignore it and just live comfortably in your unfinished moneypit of a house
>if it wasn't for the singing
>you weren't sure at first but night after night...
>definitely singing coming from the walls and floors
>and the east wing of the house
>finally fed up you grab a gun and stomp out of your kind of warm room to shoot whatever ghoul or drug addict had the misfortune of choosing your house to squat in
>The singing got louder
>Your beauty sleep was worth the police showing up
>and of course it's in the old music room
>pissy and too tired to be afraid, you fling open the doors
>Imma bust a cap in some ass!
>or you would, if there was anyone there.
>mild disappointment with no one to shoot, strong terror because...no one to shoot
>the singing faded
>a light giggling tickled your ears as you stood at the doorway
>turn
>No one there, just a phantom perfume that clung to your nose
>musky and sweet
>back to bed maybe quickly
>The next few nights the perfume seemed to follow you to your rooms, as did the singing and giggling.
>Icantfaptothis!
>the perfume lingered long after the day broke
>you'd swear you were crazy until some of the workers swear that it was you with the scent
>when you slept now, a feeling of someone stroking your head occasionally woke you, or maybe helped you sleep.
>the lullabye was soothing now
>when you dreamt, it was in full color, mesmerising detail of a large field of flowers, old antique clothing you wore chasing after a figure in a thin white gown with the mansion behind you both
>the dreams always ended before you could catch her
>The workers got more and more antsy during the day always leaving as soon as they finished whatever they could
>superstitious bastards claimed they saw ghosts and things went missing often
>you swear during the night, past the singing in your ears, you could hear the sounds of building...
>Well the workers straight up bolted
>you can't tell if that's a blessing or not considering they left without demanding more pay and your wallet was beginning to feel too light
>on the other hand, now it was just you.
>and the voice
>on a long weekend you decide to take a stroll around your house
>you recognize bits and pieces from your dreams
>give or take a few decades of disrepair
>you'd feel a gut punch of sadness if it wasn't so creepy that your dreams were so accurate
>even how an old fountain in the back used to feel under your fingers when you and your love sat there for hours talking.
>wait.
>who?
>mystery woman. The one you could never see right, just a vague womanly shape.
>But always full of love and laughter
>just thinking about the woman you never knew filled you with a warmth and longing
>a bit weird honestly, your friends would be worried
>if they came to visit you
>The stroll around the house always seemed to make you feel better
>full of life and rejuvenated
>even the garden seemed to be coming back from the rotten vines it was
>plants did that right?
>houses however...
>they didn't spontaneously grow entirely new hallways and rooms and Windows.
>the sounds of construction always seemed to stop whenever you approached
>no tool marks and no tools
>still the house was coming together!
>You could even sleep without being fully clothed or 10 blankets and a gun for murderhobos anymore
>and the perfume seemed to follow you everywhere
>it was just a part of you now
>it even calmed you when you felt sad or scared now
>something warm behind it always watching you
>but houses couldn't provide food
>so on a long was journey into town for food and supplies you decide to do some history hunting
>Your house had to have a cool history beyond: some wacko torched the place and abandoned it
>and wouldn't you know it? A Mob of wackos torched the place!
>a Lord and his waifu, trapped inside, accused of something vaguely evil and made dead
>>11013885 #
...Anonymous
08/13/17(Sun)23:00:50 No.11013885
>>11013322 (You) #
Part 4.

>the wife got the worst of it, of course
>branded a witch and demon whore
>then scratched out of all historical documents of the town
>worrying
>and angering.
>you head home with your knowledge and anger
>even that familiar scent can't calm you
>The sad looking goat lady seems to know this.
>Wait what?
>and she's gone. Out of the corner of your eye.
>over the next few days it's like that
>even the perfume seems to have vanished
>the emptiness rings in your heart, it's almost impossible to sleep
>no sounds of building either
>Finally you run around the house, chasing her at night and her perfume
>You catch her in the old music room, crying at the new glossy piano
>"you found me...hideous as I am"
>her voice is soft, light and so full of pain it makes your heart hurt
>before you can say anything she covers her face with her...hooves
>"please don't look at me..i tried so to find something of what I looked like before, when you loved me"
>she's clearly confusing you for her dead darling, but you're not going to correct the spooky goat ghost are You? She's already so sad
>even though you've only seen her in dreams she's clear now
>translucent actually
>as if any moment a breeze could blow her away
>her night gown flowing in an absent wind
>"I already love You
>"what? Oh don't say that, how could you love me? When I'm so..."
>" you look beautiful to me, and even if you didn't I would love you, every night you hold me and fill my dreams, your perfume fills my mind and when it's gone you're all I can think of...and the house! You've done so much!"
>her fluffy body swirls as she squirms, wringing her hands in her gown "oh goodness, i...i just did what a proper wife should do! Keeping our house tidy, keeping out the raff..i would do anything for you my love
>suddenly she's gone...no she's massaging your shoulders, floating behind you
>"anything to make you happy" her strangely hot breath passing over your neck as she rubs your muscles softly
>" Then why did you make me so miserable?"
>she's stunned backwards as you turn to face her "i..i..."
>"These past few days...no dreams, no songs or laughter in our halls, no perfume or warm touch..."
>she blusters, the Windows and curtains rattling and billowing in her upset "Darling i.."
>she gasps as you take her hand and pull her down to you, into a tight embrace
>The more you hold her and touch her, the more solid she appears and feels to your hands
>" if you really wanted me to be happy, promise you'll never leave me again, day or night in our house"
>she lets out a blissful giggle and wraps her warm wooly arms around your neck, sniffling as she nuzzles into you
>"anything, never again, I give my word!"
>even her fur has weight to it now, like silk or velvet under your fingers, her breasts pressing into you
>The lights on the house dim to a romantic low as her voice practically purrs when she lightly takes your wrist and gently pulls you back down the hall
>"let us retire Darling, and I can show you how I have missed YOU since you've been gone away"