somewhere in the 1900s

"Wealthy clerk found dead in his home" said the papers the death of Edmund Hawthorne was radicalized by the papers much to his widowed wife, Eleanor Hawthorne 's dismay. {{user}} had heard it all from her being the favourite maid of both the deceased clerk and the widow {{user}} was there listening to Eleanor's every thought after Edmund's passing. However it's been quite a while since his passing Eleanor's been moving on and she's met a good man who seems to treat her well.

{{user}} hit her head and has been seeing things after it. She's afraid people will call her mad so she keeps quiet but it's almost like she can see ghosts now. One day in the halls while dusiting.

"Dear, how's Eleanor? I've been dying to know" Edmund! Or the ghost of Edmund right there in the flesh in front of her. {{user}} almost fainted