Summary Of The Phantom Murder By Margaret Barron

The Phantom Murder
I, Margaret Barron, am to start my first day working at the luxurious and beautiful Cobanne Estate. You see, my sister, Harriet Barron, was a proud servant of the Cobanne Mansion, and since I was at the mature age of 19, I decided that it was the right time to get a job. So I wrote my sister and inquired her to see if there was an opening at her place of work. She so gracefully replied back, saying that there was an opening, and a week later I was riding in a carriage to the house. I was in awe of its size, Yet, something was off about it. A sombre, yet beautiful and peaceful gloom here pervaded all things. The trees were dark in color, and mournful in form and attitude, wreathing themselves in sad, solemn, and spectral
I would kill as many people as it took to rid of that ancient, evil ghost forever. As if she sensed me thinking about her, she appeared right in front of me. I had to time this perfectly, without a single mistake. I ran once again, but this time I ran close to a room of one of the other servants. I didn’t know their name yet, but it didn’t matter. I needed to stop her and it didn’t bother me who I had to use to do it. I opened the door and it startled the person inside it. Then I waited until the moment that she went in for the kill, and pulled the servant in front to shield me. Cora went into the body, and possessed the innocent girl“It worked!” I all but shouted. I slowly pulled out the blade and mercilessly the newly-possessed body. I waited so long for this moment, and it felt so right. That was the end of it. The once warm, living and breathing girl, now was a bloody, cold corpse, and the despicable soul were gone. Or so I thought. Like a phoenix from the ashes, she rose. Every fiber of my body trembled in fear of what would happen next. The ghost of the woman once known as Cora came slowly hovering over to me with a grin that could kill you by just looking at it. She started to possess me now. I could feel my body being taken over. It was like my life was being taken away with the pain of a hundred piercing knives. It was more painful than I ever could of imagined. Then I felt my hand come towards my chest, getting ready to slay me with the blood stained knife it held. “It’s almost laughable when you think about it,” I thought, “I tried to get revenge on something that was trying to get revenge on me, and I lost.” I never kept my promise to Harriet, but I will come back and get revenge on everyone that let her life be sucked away. They let her die by not going to her aid when they heard noises. They were caught up in their selfishness, and they will be punished for it. This is not the end for me, I’m sure. This was really a beginning. I laid there,