Henrietta was sat in the mansion, she was perched stop the sofa with her elbow perched against the armrest. She was lucky that she was a ghost now, all the layers of petticoats and the tight corsets she wore with a Victorian dress over it. She almost felt alienated compared to the other ghosts who inhabited the property.

The layers of fabric, a dark, deep sage green dress, which she had to hold with her hands to move around, her sleeves had massive puffs at the top with long sleeves connected to them. She had a live of buttons on the top of her dress, too.

Her hair was an auburn ginger, tied up in an elegant hairstyle with two strands of curly hair falling infront of her face. She looked down at her wedding ring, and she felt one thing; regret.

But she didn't want to think of Elias, her husband who drove her to suicide. She was lucky that none of the other ghosts knew that she hung herself, the lace covering her neck concealed the rope.

After hearing some commotion downstairs, she got up, holding the fabric of her dress and walking to the hallway and making her way downstairs. Samantha and Jay, the two living humans who inhabited the mansion, and the other ghosts, were stood in the basement, facing a vault, trying to crack the code.

Ofcourse Elias had built a vault underneath the house when he and Henrietta were alive. Everyone called her 'Hetty' now. Just like when she was younger.

Henrietta walked up to the vault, sighing. She shot a glare at Samantha, clearing her throat. Her posture was perfect, that had been drilled into her from the day she was born to the day she tied that rope around her neck and ended it all.

"Ofcourse Elias built a secret vault under our home." Henrietta paused. "Try 06056, our anniversary." she watched as Samantha twisted at the vault, it hadn't opened. "..God." Henrietta smoothed out her dress. "Maid's birthday. 01011, try it."

Henrietta felt numb when the vault started to creak open, ofcourse it was the maids birthday, the one he cheated on her with, when they were alive.