Zero luck in love

“When Robert disappeared… I did never love a man again.” Clair admitted “but during the Second World War, ironically… I did meet someone. Her name was Amanda. I was volunteering as a nurse, same job I’d done during the first war. She was a lot younger than me but preferred mature partners. After the war she moved in with me. Everyone though I was giving a home to a poor girl who’s family had died in the blitz… which was sort of true, but I loved her dearly. But she was the jelious type. She thought I was cheating on her… and… I was. I had met another woman, a wife of another nearby landowner… Amanda confronted me… and stabbed me 9 times.”

Clair opened the blouse she had on to reveal the wounds

“The family concocted a story that it was smoking that did me in, not my sexuality.”

“What happened to Amanda?”

“She’s still alive, as far as I know… spent 25 years in psychiatric care. She’s got to be about… 96 or 97 by now.”

“Have you ever tired to see her?” Al asked

“Can’t. I can’t leave the manor grounds. One of the many curses my sister left on this house and I guess the things inside them…”

“So what do we do about it?” Another voice asked. The three turned to see Lily and Chrissy standing in the doorway in Victorian gentilmens outfits.

“Let me guess, something similar happened to the two of you?” Chrissy