• Lady and Primrose were always an odd pair of girls, They would always play together even though they were sisters, and sisters were expected to fight, correct?
    Not with these two. The girls got along like a dream! They even did each others homework on some occasions and aided with each others love affairs.

    Yet... Once upon a time there lived a boy of beauty, grace and riches. At first, he ignored all the girls. But then Lady and Primrose took a liking to him. They each vowed to drop it, and ignore their feelings for the sake of their friendship but neither could bare it. Without telling the other, both requested for this boys heart and he gave it to both... though it was no heart of flesh and blood. No, it was a heart of stone. Not the heart that should be given out.
    The sisters soon found out about this and they, and another large group of female's chased the boy from the village, leaving him and his family in a wreck.
    Soon after, the sisters were once again best friends! Inseperable.
    Until the rumours began spreading... Rumours that could cost you your life at the time... The girls ended up living a life of shame and hatrid beside one another, and soon even their family were terrified and ashamed of the girls.
    The girls were alone for so long, and for the last few years of shameful life they had left, were once again inseperable.. And with that, were both murdered by the townsfolk and their own family.
    It was not a pleasant life at the least, but the girls were smiling as the pitchforks were driven through their chests. They held each others hands and for the last few seconds of time they had left...

    They embraced.

    Now, you may think that were a sad story with a beautiful ending... But the sisters wanted revenge, and they wouldn't stop for anything. Soon after their death another heir was born into the wealthy family. A boy of beauty, grace..... and riches.

    --

    It was the year 1984 and Alexander Thouston Beckett sat in the garden of the old oversized house. His family were frantically ordering the so called 'peasants' to move their furniture quicker yet his father was prancing about telling them to be safe.
    The young master couldn't stand his father, nor his mother. Both were snobs in his eyes. Alexander had lived in London until he were 10 and now he had returned to the old village his family started from in Japan. It was a friendly looking village from the looks of it, but once their car began to drive up the mountain to the large mansion, the townsfolk began to follow them in a crowd. They stopped up the hill half way, were a set of shrines were planted on either side of the road, But Alexander couldn't remove their expressions from his head, they looked ever so concerned... To be honest, it was frightening! He didn't know what was wrong, but something was odd. The house just seemed too... perfect!
    Though he had to admit, the garden truly was something. He and his beloved ragdoll rabbit named 'Usagi-san' Which literally meant, 'Mr.Rabbit' in the language he spoke so terribly, Japanese.
    His father was fluent and his mother spoke a decent amount but Alexander only knew enough to start a 5 minuet convorsation, nothing like the type you would start in the park. The kind of convorsation you would start with a neighbor if you saw him at the supermarket, and Alexander knew very well that no one would want to talk to him from the looks of it. He had heard rumours about the house being haunted, but the Younger male didn't believe that for one moment.

    Shortly after his moment of pondering, Alexander dismissed himself from the beautiful garden and strode through the largely oversized double-doors at the front of the house. Once he was inside, The male saw an absolutely huge pair of steps, breaking off to either side and then a large painting at the top of the main staircase, it was very, very old, but it was still in good condition, and the 2 figures in the picture were perfectly viewable.
    2 young girls, A little older than him. They looked identical yet one wore a lilac dress and the other a pale mint green. They had long brown hair, the one with the lilac dress had it neatly curled into a shoulder-ponytail and the other had it curled into two perfect bunches. They were a beautiful pair and were holding hands, it was a pretty sight indeed.
    Alexander couldn't resist but to have a look at the golden plated sign beneath the painting, attactched to the wall. He hopped up the many steps, and stopped by the painting, looking down to the plate.

    "Lady Thouston Beckett and Primrose Thouston Beckett.
    To the youth and beauty they once shared between them,
    before the crime they soon brought down upon the house.
    Rest in peace our ladies fair, and do no despise us for our actions."

    It was a strange thing to write under a painting, and it sent shivers down his spine. He stared up at the girls once more, captivated by their beautiful faces, yet...
    what was that?! Did those eyes just.... Follow him?! That was no mistake. Alexander had seen those eyes staring down at him with a cold glare. He knew it, something wasn't right here.
    Just as the young male turned to run down the stairs, a huge gust of wind came from no where, slamming the double doors shut and sending Alexander to the floor. He could hear whispering, it wasn't pleasant... He was scared, no. Alexander was terrified.
    "At last thou hath returned! thou shall never depart from here.... We shant allow you your life this time!!" spoke one voice, before another soon followed.
    "Do not play us for fools! We shall bring your generation to the ashes alongside our crippled corpses! Prepare thouself... Alexander Thouston Beckett... For thou shall need it!" The other spoke, and with that the creaking of the walls began, the shivers engulphing his entire being. The voices were almost the same but most definantly different. Could it be... Primrose and Lady!? Was this house truly haunted?!
    Bright lights, spinning rooms, stairs... Floor...... And then--!!

    Nothing.