It is common for Halloween for people to create haunted attractions. But, this one was far too realistic. There were no fake looking props or people wearing costumes with fake blood jumping out at you. No, this one was real. It was an 1800′s Victorian Mansion, just like the ones you see in the older movies. It had a wrought iron fence, dead looking trees, and a mini graveyard in the back. You got the chills just looking at that place. But, one day a notary was called to do a signing there.
The unusual part of this signing was that the people who lived in the house used to be notaries back in their day. Based on the way these characters looked, you might assume that their notary commissions expired in 1898, and you wouldn’t have been far off.
Knock, knock, knock
The heavy thud of the notary’s knock on the front door. Timothy was one of the residents at this ancient home. He walked very slowly to the door. For them, time hardly seemed like it existed. Life was pretty much the same day after day. The three of them didn’t seem to get terribly sick or die. They just kept ticking. But, Tim understood that youngin’s didn’t like being kept waiting, so he made it to the door at full speed — three quarters of a mile per hour with each step being very pronounced.
We’ve been expecting you!
Squeek, went the door as it opened. “We’ve been expecting you!” exclaimed the artifact of an ex-notary to the currently commissioned Susan. From the back there was a faint voice that clearly said, “We’ve been desperately seeking you…” Then Susan said, “Just like the movie!” “What’s that?” said Timothy. Tim had Susan come with him to the living room They went through the foyer, through the hall, and into a very dimly lit room in the back where two very senior people were sitting drinking tea.
Timothy insisted on showing Susan his huge, brass 1800′s style notary embossing seal. “You see, this is the type of seal we used to use back when we were notaries. It might be old fashioned, but it sure is sturdy!”
In the living room you could hear the tick, tick, tick of antique clocks. There was dust everywhere, and cobwebs. Victoria was wearing an outfit that looked like it was at least eighty years old, and Esmerelda just sat there staring at the notary through her half inch thick spectacles. Victoria insisted that before the signing, that she tell Susan the story of what happened to her as a Notary.
It was back in 1913. You’re probably wondering how someone old enough to work in 1913 is still alive today. It is the miracle of positive thinking and antioxidants, plus thinking young! In any case, Freddy had invited me to dance the fox-trot and the turkey trot with him down at the local dance hall. Those dances were popular at the time. I did so love Freddy. He was the most handsome boy who I went to school with. But, at that point in my life, I was working for a living. I had to go over my invoices. You see, I was a bank notary. But, I didn’t work only for one bank. I worked for many banks. This was well before the Great Depression you see dear. Then something terrible happened. I realized that I had not been paid on time by two of the banks. They took us notaries for granted in those days, especially if we were women. They figured that we didn’t have a head on our shoulders and wouldn’t stand up for ourselves. Things have sure changed since then young lady.
Susan: Well, actually, many signing & title companies still don’t pay us. The difference is that they don’t care if we are male or female, since these days neither gender knows how to stand up for themselves.
Victoria: Well, you might be right there. Back in our day, men had to act like men because they had to defend us and pay for us most of the time. But, in any case, I invited one of the ladies from the bank to come to my house for tea and see my records.
At this point, the giant brass embosser started leaking. But, the color of the ink leaking was not black, it was red and looked like blood. Timothy said, “Pay no attention to that, it does that when it’s feeling lonely.”
Victoria: Back to the story. We enjoyed some Earl Gray tea which was considered the fanciest of teas in our time. After that we took a walk around the grounds, and then into my study to inspect the books. The mystery is that she was never seen after that. I didn’t do anything to her, nor did any of my friends. She simply vanished.
Gong, Gong, Gong! One of the clocks made a terrifyingly loud gong noise as it was 8pm startling poor Susan who was already very startled by this scary house and these bizarre people.
Victoria: The sad part was that I was questioned by the police, and our entire community looked at me with scorn ever since. Nobody would marry me. I became an old maid, and was too embarrassed to leave the house for years. And I have been here ever since living on a trust fund by my late grandfather who made a fortune in the 1800′s investing in the railroad industry.
Esmerelda: Personally, I feel like this house is a living, breathing entity. It exacts justice on the unfair and the crooked and evens the score. Unfortunately with no regard for the consequences.
Susan: That was a very interesting story. I too have difficulty getting paid by certain companies. Maybe I should invite them over here — ha ha ha! In any case, let’s get on with the loan signing!
Timothy fell over — dead!
The loan signing went on as scheduled. The spoon in Susan’s tea made a clicking sound. Susan instinctively thought there was something wrong with the table. Maybe it was off balance. Then the spoon moved around on its own to Susan’s surprise. Susan decided not to make a fuss and just get through the signing and then leave. Just as Timothy had finished the last signature, the embosser leaked a quart of blood, and Timothy fell over — dead! All three ladies were shocked. It was as if the embosser was connected to Timothy in some ethereal way.
The house exacts justice dearie!
Esmerelda had told Susan earlier that the house exacted Justice. Timothy had been living off the two ladies for years, not paying a cent into their finances. He refused to work, and these two ladies were too timid to kick him out. They had just signed paperwork for a Reverse Mortgage that would give them a handsome check every month to be divided by all of them. But, since Timothy had no right to a penny of that money, the house decided to even the score itself. Susan was quite rattled by everything she had seen. The click, the embosser, the story, the sudden death, not to mention how creepy the mansion was. But, it turned out that Susan was owed a few thousand by two particular signing companies. After she returned from that house, strange things happened. Very strange things happened. The owner of one of the signing companies saved up for his yacht by not paying his notaries. One day on a sailing trip, his boat disappeared into thin air — without a trace. He was never to be heard of again. The owner of the other signing company was audited by the IRS, a fate even worse than death. The blow to his finances was so horrible, that he was put out of business for good. Susan was owed exactly $2013 from these crooks. Mysteriously she bought a lottery ticket and the next day won exactly $2014. What she was owed minus the cost of the lottery ticket.
So, this disturbing, yet enchanting old Victorian house had changed many people’s lives forever. It had evened scores, settled grudges, and ended lives. The moral of the story is — if you owe anyone money, don’t go to Victoria and Esmerelda’s house for tea if you know what’s good for you!