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Over the years Sydney had become more and more accustomed with letting Marley out of her sight. It didnât make her happy- Sydney knew exactly the type of ghost that resided in the Murder House- but Marley was her own person, as stubborn as her mother and as adventurous as any of the princesses in the storybooks she had loved to read as a kid. So, yet again, Sydney found herself alone in the house library, while Marley explored the house. The books were as familiar to her as old friends, and she ran her fingers along the spines, finally stopping at an old copy of Frankenstein. âWhy not?â she mused to herself quietly, taking the book and making herself comfortable in one of the many library nooks.
It wasnât unusual to find Pierce inside the library. In fact, that was the place that had become his refuge over the amount of years he had been stuck in the house. The basement was tooâŠ.creepy. Besides, it was a place all the ghosts liked to haunt it appeared, and while he did his best to spook the living, Pierce didnât see himself as someone who fit the status quo. Not to mention the fact that he enjoyed helping the students find just the right books to work on a study project. He was almostâŠuseful. Something he hadnât really felt like he was in life.Â
Watching the young woman now, Pierce smiled softly at her choice of light reading. In life, he never quite understood why so many felt so strongly about the Gothic classic. It had become sensationalized, and too many people came to the library he had once worked looking for a copy. He could feel the familiar headache sprouting in the back of his head as he continued to think about it.Â
âIf you ask me, Bram Stokerâs Dracula is far more interesting,â Pierce commented, looking around the discarded books near the young womanâs nook.
Sydney's head jerked up at the voice- the library wasn't exactly the social centre of the house. Solitude was as natural in here as the books themselves. She smiled slightly at the comment. Gothic literature was one of her favourite genres, and she didn't particularly care which novel she read, as long as it has that classic gothic atmosphere woven through it. "Dracula is good, too," she answered, turning a page. "I wouldn't say it's more interesting. Frankenstein was written by a woman. It's considered the first and best science fiction book ever written. Not to mention it deals with humanity and moral responsibility in an elegant way. But there is something seductive about vampires." She looked at Pierce, closing the book on her thumb so she didn't lose her page. "Gothic literature isn't a little cliche for you, considering what we are?"
