The Ghosts of Winworth Manor

By Ann Drighton

It is 1818 in Seaside, New York, and Michael Winworth has been obsessed with his younger brother, Jason’s, wife, Pauline, for years. Determined to use his inherited dark magic to possess her for all eternity, Michael performs an ancient ritual that includes a blood sacrifice of Jason inside Winworth Manor. After Michael plunges a dagger into his brother’s heart and kills him, Pauline surprises him, thrusts the same dagger into his back, ends his mortal life, and escapes into the night. Two hundred years later, the spirits of Jason and Michael are still imprisoned in the dilapidated manor. Michael has been on a centuries-long search for the perfect woman to share in his eternal paradise. When he believes he has finally found her, Michael is determined to possess her for eternity. But will he ever succeed? In this supernatural erotic novel, a jealous lord kills his brother and sets out on a two-hundred-year-old quest to find a new living bride to replace the one he lost forever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu Publishing Services
• Release date: Jul 17, 2019
• ISBN: 9781684707492

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For my

beloved Barry—until God brings us together again!

PROLOGUE

Dark Obsessions

Winworth Manor

Seaside New York, 1818

Welcome, Jason, Pauline. I do hope the two of you enjoyed your honeymoon, said Michael. And, of course, you, Pauline, are as lovely as ever. He bent down to take her hand and kissed the back of it.

As he slowly stood up straight, his lustful eyes gazed upon her. She felt uncomfortable, as though this had been a bad mistake. She knew Michael too had fallen for her. However, she loved—and had married—his younger brother, Jason Winworth.

Michael turned and smiled at Jason. You’re a lucky man, Jason. I’m happy for the both of you.

Thank you, Michael, replied Jason.

Why is Michael being so cordial to us? Pauline wondered.

He had shown Jason nothing but contempt and jealousy since the day Jason was born. Then Pauline had chosen Jason’s proposal of marriage over Michael’s, which had only furthered Michael’s ire.

Well, Michael began, I hope you two are hungry. I have an amazing dinner planned for this evening. Shall we move to the dining room?

As they made their way through the foyer, Pauline kept looking around the massive mansion. The black-and-white marbled foyer was breathtaking, the crowning jewel being the massive crystal chandelier that hung from the ceiling as a magnificent centerpiece. Her family, the Andrews, had plenty of wealth. But it didn’t come anywhere near the Winworth estate.

The Winworths were a prosperous family who had emigrated from England to America in 1730, just eighty-eight years prior. Jason and Michael’s great-great-grandfather had been an extremely successful entrepreneur and decided to expand his enterprise to the New World. The untapped agricultural potential provided new resources that helped his businesses to flourish. When he moved his immediate family from England to the colonies, most thought he was taking too much of a gamble. However, his instincts were correct, and the family’s wealth grew immensely.

After a few years, the massive Winworth Manor had been completed, and it was a symbol of the family’s opulence. It had survived both the Revolutionary War and the War of 1812 and was always a reminder of how powerful the Winworth family had become.

***

The three of them made their way into the dining room, and the servants started to bring out the first course. Jason felt uneasy as he noticed that Michael couldn’t keep his eyes off Pauline.

She’s my wife! thought Jason. Why must he keep gazing upon her like a carnivorous beast? Pauline and I just need to get through this evening. Then we will never have anything to do with him ever again. I was hoping this dinner could bring Michael and me closer together. But it will not. He is too self-absorbed and will never put anyone else before his own needs. He will never change. He will always be his mother’s son.

The entire evening seemed to be filled with fake smiles and disingenuous conversations. Jason noticed that even the servants seemed to feel the tension in the air. Helga, the head chambermaid, looked as though she were suffocating. She and the other servants were trapped in the unbearable situation.

Michael turned his attention back to his brother and sister-in-law.

So, Jason, Pauline, when are the two of you going to be moving in here?

Jason watched Pauline’s eyes widen as his new wife’s face turned pale. This was the one question that he had feared most of the night. There was no way that he and Pauline were moving into the manor. He didn’t want Michael anywhere near her.

Actually, Michael, Pauline’s father has offered us a cottage on his estate. It’s smaller than here, but it has more than ample room for a newlywed couple.

Really? asked Michael. This is your home as well as your birthright. I would think you would want to live here. Don’t you think Pauline deserves the best?

Of course I do, replied Jason. It’s just that this place means more to you than it does to me, and we would like to have a place of our own.

The entire east wing is more than enough space for the two of you, said Michael. This is one of the largest estates in the entire world. We would probably only see one another at mealtimes, if then. Plus, it has an amazing location and the most magnificent view, being located on the shoreline. Best of all, there are plenty of servants at your beck and call. Pauline would want for nothing. Besides, I’m sure if Father were alive, he would want you to live in the home that is also your birthright.

I just think it would be better if Pauline and I had a place of our own, Jason replied. Besides, I’m sure you’ll find a wife soon. She may not want to live with your brother’s family.

Michael just casually smiled.

Of course, he replied. If that is what the two of you truly want, who am I to argue? Just always remember, Brother, this is also your home. You are free to live here if the two of you ever change your minds.

***

After dinner, the servants cleared the table and finished cleaning up the dining room. It was not difficult for them to eavesdrop on the entire conversation. A collective feeling of disappointment washed over them when Jason declined his brother’s offer.

They hated Michael and wished that Jason were the lord of the estate instead. Even if he wasn’t, just his living there might make their lives a little easier. Michael treated them like slaves instead of his staff. He demanded their obedience and service at all times throughout the day.

Helga, said Michael, I would like to spend alone time with my brother and sister-in-law. You and the other servants are free to leave.

Helga almost dropped the tray of dirty dishes that she was carrying into the kitchen. Did he really just tell her they were free to leave? Was he up to something? A part of Helga wanted to stay; she knew how devious Michael could be. Even when he was a small boy, she could see he had a darkness inside of him. He was just as bad as his wicked mother.

Helga was starting to worry about what he might be planning. If he was planning something, she knew it would be bad for either Jason or Pauline. However, she knew better than to incur Michael’s wrath. There was nothing she could do to stop any of Michael’s nefarious plans. Still, maybe if she stayed, Michael might be less likely to try anything.

L-Lord Winworth, Helga began, are-are you sure you don’t need me for the rest of the evening?

Michael’s face hardened, and he slammed his fist down on the table. This made the poor woman jump, as the loud bang had startled her.

No, Helga! I gave you an order! Michael exclaimed. You and the rest of the servants will retire to the servants’ quarters, now! If not, I shall summon the police and have you arrested for trespassing! Is that understood?

Y-yes, Lord Winworth! Helga knew that Michael did not make threats; he kept promises. Fearing him, she and the rest of the servants made their way to the front door and outside to the servants’ quarters. As they were leaving, one of the other servants turned toward Helga.

Do you think Lord Jason and Lady Pauline will be all right? the servant girl whispered.

Helga whispered back to her, I don’t know. I’m just going to count my blessings. Be grateful that our quarters are only located in cottages outside the manor. I have a feeling something horrible is going to happen in that house tonight.

***

Jason shook his head as he watched all the servants hurry out the door.

You were a little rude to her, Michael, don’t you think?

Michael looked at Jason with a malevolent smirk upon his face.

A good servant needs to know her place.

This isn’t the South, Michael, said Jason. And they aren’t slaves.

Michael began to chuckle.

Oh, my dear brother, Michael replied, you always were an idealistic one. Now, this is a dinner that I put together to honor your’s and Pauline’s two-week anniversary. We should not be fighting. We should be celebrating. So, shall the three of us retire to the study?

Actually, Michael, Jason began, it’s getting late, and Pauline and I need to be on our way.

Oh? Michael inquired. But I brought up the finest bottle of champagne from the cellar. It’s chilling as we speak. You know how expensive ice can be. Please. I want to toast your nuptials.

All right, said Jason, but we can only stay for a little while longer.

Of course, said Michael. Pauline, may I? He offered her his arm, and she reluctantly took it.

***

Pauline wanted to leave. The entire evening was causing her to feel some sort of nausea. It was as if the queasy feeling was a bad omen. She didn’t trust Michael. He had been obsessed with her for the past two years. She knew he was angry at Jason and believed that he had stolen her from him. Michael had never accepted the fact that she didn’t love him.

As they made their way into the study, Jason took her hand and led her to the sofa. They sat and watched Michael pour three glasses of champagne.

I don’t want to be here, Pauline whispered to Jason. I don’t trust him. He’s never been nice to you. What’s with this change of heart?

I understand how you feel, replied Jason in a low whisper, but he is still my brother. I wanted to come here this evening, because I thought he was willing to make an effort. I wanted to give him a chance. But I was wrong. Don’t worry, we’ll never have to see him again after tonight.

He then gave her a quick wink. She smiled at him because she knew it was his way of signaling to her that everything was going to be all right.

Michael brought their glasses, and they both graciously thanked him.

A toast! To the perfect blue-eyed, blond-haired couple! Michael said, raising his glass. May you both receive that happiness that you each so rightly deserve.

Jason and Pauline thought it was an odd toast, but they clinked glasses with him and drank the champagne.

It’s good, isn’t it? said Michael as he looked at Pauline. It was one of our best bottles, but then Pauline always did deserve the best.

She quickly began to feel uncomfortable as a wickedly amorous smile slowly crept up on his face.

Jason’s eyes widened, and he clenched his teeth as Michael kept staring at Pauline like his soon to be devoured prey. It was obvious that Jason was starting to feel anger toward his brother. It was time to leave.

You know, Michael, this has been a nice evening, said Jason, but Pauline and I really need to get going.

They got up off the couch and headed for the door.

Michael’s ice-blue eyes darkened. Before Jason and Pauline even had a chance, Michael reached the door first. The door slammed shut, and Michael locked it with the key.

You two aren’t going anywhere, said Michael. He stood there, watching them. He was like a hungry cat who had cornered a pair of hapless mice. As tears came to Pauline’s eyes, she looked at Michael, feeling nothing but fear and horror. She began to tremble, as she could see malevolence in his now darkened eyes.

What the hell are you doing, Michael? asked Jason.

Taking back what’s rightfully mine, Michael responded with determination in his voice. The woman you stole from me.

I was never yours! cried Pauline. You’re mistaking a childhood infatuation that I had for you as love. I was only ten. I grew out of it. You’re old enough to be my father.

No! screamed Michael. If Father had not sent me off to Europe for six years, I would have seen the beautiful woman that you became. You would have fallen in love with me! But no! While I was gone, Jason took advantage of my absence! He stole you from me!

Michael, stop this! screamed Jason. She doesn’t love you. She never did!

Liar! Michael yelled. With that, he backhanded Jason, causing Jason to hit the ground.

Jason! Pauline cried in horror. She ran to her husband and got down next to him. She looked up at Michael, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Leave us alone, you bastard! she cried.

Never, Pauline! said Michael. You are mine! And you and I are going to be together forever!

Jason just stared up at his brother in disbelief, grasping his now injured jaw.

You’re insane, Michael! exclaimed Jason. Pauline and I are leaving! Now!

They tried to get up off the floor, but Pauline began to feel lightheaded and dizzy. She looked at Jason and saw that he too was struggling to stand up. She felt as though time were slowing down around them. Pauline became weak and fell to the floor. She looked at Jason as he to fell down beside her. Pauline then looked up at Michael. He had a wicked smile plastered upon his face.

Oh good, said Michael. I’m glad that my little potion is starting to work. Rest well, you two.

As Pauline lay on the floor, her eyesight and hearing began to fade. At the moment, darkness began to consume her, and she became unconscious.

One hour later

Wake up, love, whispered Michael in Pauline’s ear. As she awoke, her eyes started to flutter.

What-what happened? she moaned. Why is my heading aching?

It was at that moment that she realized that she was lying on one of the sofas in the study. To her horror, she saw that her husband was unconscious and lying on the other sofa. His shirt had been ripped open, and strange symbols were painted all over his face and chest—in blood!

Jason! she screamed, as it was all coming back to her. She looked up at Michael.

You monster! she cried. What have you done to him?

Don’t worry, my love, said Michael. That’s not his blood. It’s mine. I need to use my own blood for this to work.

For what to work? cried Pauline. Whatever he was talking about sent chills down her spine.

Just a ritual in the dark arts that my mother taught me, he replied.

Oh my God! It’s true! she cried in horror. She was a witch!

Yes, my dear, and so am I, he replied. And if there is one thing she taught me, it is that I can have anything I desire. That includes immortality—and you. See this dagger? It was my mother’s, and it has been in her family for well over a millennium. It’s made of silver. Do you know that some believed it was actually forged from the thirty pieces of silver that Judas received for betraying Jesus?

And if anyone would have it, it would be you! she spat as she could feel tears welling up in her eyes.

Michael began to laugh.

Unfortunately, my dear, I can neither confirm nor deny that claim, he said. But you must admit that makes it quite the little conversation piece. Well, either way, Jason has become the lock. And the dagger is the key!

Oh my God! What do you mean? she cried.

Michael just smiled at her.

It’s simple my dear, replied Michael. He’s going to be the blood sacrifice. Once I plunge this dagger into his heart, his soul will create an eternal void between life and death itself. The symbols that were drawn on him, in my blood, will allow my life-force to become one with the manor. I will then expel my brother’s soul.

You’re mad! cried Pauline. She jumped up off the sofa and ran toward her husband’s unconscious body. She didn’t know how, but she had to stop Michael from killing her husband.

Michael grabbed her as she came toward him. With his left arm wrapped around her body, he firmly held her wrists together with his right. She did her best to struggle but to no avail. She trembled in his arms as he stared at her with amorous lust.

Don’t worry, my dear, said Michael. Being the good little boy that he’s always been, I’m sure God will take favor upon him. Why would God be any different? I’m sure he loves Jason, just as everyone else does.

Michael’s face had hardened as he talked of someone—yes, even God—loving Jason. But then his face softened, and he smiled at Pauline.

Then you and I will be alone and together forever, he said, and no one will ever take you away from me.

Please don’t! she cried. "I’ll do anything! I’ll divorce Jason