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Greetings to the living,
It is I, Raven Knightshade; within these pages are summations of the psychiatric files within the Manor’s vaults that pertain to the lives of individual souls who due to inattention of their own mortality find themselves guests within the Manor. In response to the chaotic atmosphere that surrounds the guests and grounds of the Manor, once again various changes have occurred. For a description of the Manor, its purpose and residents/employees please see any of the previous volumes of this journal, due to events that transpire continually at Knightshade Manor, the ectoplasm that surrounds the Manor and grounds, creates several additions to the Manor.
On the first floor, in a conference room; Aaron, Dena, Louis, and Caroline decided to have a meeting regarding my impatience to remove those from the Manor to the facilities that would better suit the patients needs, I sent my messenger Sallyn to listen at this meeting, as I am too busy working on this archives to eavesdrop, besides when you know a sylph, it is easier to use their vaporous forms to blend into the wall and literally become the “ear” in the wall. Aaron knows about Sallyn, and can smell the moist moss smell of her hair, he guards his speech well as he intends to side with me on all issues against Caroline, I do admire his ethics. An extended conversation is held in the kitchen between Caroline, Dena and Slurgh whose staff is completely out of control, as the Marions once again cause a revolt just to cause chaos as they literally live for this sort of thing.
On the Third Floor – Innocence lost, is the location of a majority of the townspeople from Maysville, which in essence was an American frontier town, frozen in time. The quaint architecture of the 1800’s with the pastel shades of yellow, pink, violet, blue, and green all trimmed with white boards, the streets paved with smooth red brick, with grout smoothed out of sight due to centuries of travelers. The annual festivals that marked the melt-off of winter, the advancement of spring, the celebration of the day independence was declared, and various other seasonally marked holidays. As the years wore on, and the young people moved to the city to earn their living, the town began to die a little bit each year. By the time the developers had arrived, there was little left of the quaint little town that served home-style hospitality to all who ventured near. The vacant lots and vacant stares of the townspeople should have warned the city-folk to stay alert. The city needed new life, and new life was what wandered in the day the developers set a plan of action to desecrate the land and remove the last innocent American town.
Camille, is an author who lived in the end of the nineteenth century, she was the wife of a diplomat from Eastern Europe. She enjoyed the luxuries due to her husband’s station however with ample time on her hands, she became a writer, releasing books on poetry and handwritten notes on etiquette. It was during an invention seminar that her husband requested that she attend, that she was left to her own devices and walked amongst that various booths of technological advances. She passed a booth with a glass box, standing upright, and just large enough to fit a person. She gazed at wide wonder, and asked the inventor what it did. He assumed she was unintelligent and expressed this opinion that it would be too difficult for her to comprehend. She touched the surface of the glass as he turned away to speak to another customer, the booth next door had a young man working with electricity, and as he cranked to wheel to generate a current, Camille’s hairpin touched the connecting canopy between the two booths, a jolt flashed through her body and she fell into darkness. The man turned in response to the half uttered scream and watched in horror as the woman vanished from site.
She awoke to a woman standing above her and hearing a beeping sound coming from a box with colored lights and lines flashing.
She looked around and uttered, “Where am I? Where is my husband?”
The woman placed a hand on her harm to calm her and turned to the assistant next to her.
“What is she saying?”
“I don’t know. We need an interpreter.”
Camille was speaking an extinct language as the country that she and her husband had resided in had been annexed with another and another country.
She exists in the future, and has no idea where she was, how to speak the language, or how to return to her own time.
The above transcription is in the beginning of the file as notated by Dena, the rest of her file can be found in the actual Knightshade Manor Volume 8 publication.
Contained within this volume, is a summation of files maintained within the basement of the Manor. As stated in all previous volumes, the intent of the staff is to facilitate the speedy recovery of all guests who find themselves within our domain, for, as always there is never a limitation to the influx of premature dead.
Greetings to the living,
As with the preceding volumes, this is yet another perusal of the psychiatric files of the dead, their life and death experiences as well as any events that occur within the Manor. Allowing you to see what environment the guests and staff find themselves living in as they attempt to finish their “unfinished” business. As before, I will define the Mission Statement of the Hospital.
The staff is trained to respond to any situation, having been in existence for several centuries, the Manor has the ability to expand and add on more rooms as the need for housing increases, it is in this volume that the expansionist capability of the architecture, the grounds and the staff is gratefully acknowledged. .
For you see, Knightshade Manor houses, the dead, ones that would be considered a threat to others or themselves. They find themselves at Knightshade Manor, a psychiatric hospital for spirits. They are expected to learn from their experience, and prove that they are no longer a threat to others or themselves. Every once in awhile, if there are wars, accidents, chemical/viral outbreaks, or epidemics the volume of guests that arrive are overwhelming, and the ectoplasm within the Manor must adjust to the quantity of incoming ectoplasm.
As before, consider the situation they are in, they are dead! Because of their negligence, or in some cases, the negligence of others, their inability to keep alive is astounding, it is a basic instinct that every human is born with, so to die before biological aging does usually indicate negligence on the part of the individual at some point in their lives, they could made a different choice or action that would lead to a different series of events and perhaps avoided their premature deaths. When the cause of death strikes more than a few individuals, perhaps even into the 1000’s many of those individuals die with the sense of unfinished business and as a result, our halls, rooms, and gardens are flooded with vagabond spirits, anguished with their situation and confused about their environment. It is times like these that one wishes that the living would head out notices such as this journal to ensure that they never leave the living without at least telling them how they really feel. I can’t count the number of individuals that I have met that simply forgot to tell someone of the living that they love them. It is so simple, yet it is the number one cause of arrival to the Manor. I digress, but I hope that perhaps if our guests had performed that single act, I wouldn’t be forced to hide in this windowless room typing these words, for the volume of guests that have arrived since the plane crash means that we are short staffed. And that silly demonic strike added to the pandemonium that surrounded the usual guests problems. I arrived onto the scene and after dealing with several of the crashees I went to strangle some teenage boy that moaned about not telling a girl that he loved her. Simon pulled me backwards whispering that I was not allowed to choke them no matter how tempting it may be, escorting me to the hidden corridors. He handed me this assignment, and opened the door to this windowless room with a bed, a desk with a laptop, and a lamp. Seeing the drabness of the room, with a flick of my hand, I illumined a Victorian bedroom. Simon appreciated the idea, so much that we sullied the bed in passion. After which he begrudgingly arose and told me to rest and when I was ready to create yet another volume for once again you the living needed to be aware of this silly idea of unfinished business really did lead to self imprisonment after death. As always, we welcome you to the Manor, but don’t be upset when it is over crowded, we can only control a number of the resident population, the newly arrived haven’t yet been properly assessed.
The mission statement of the Knightshade Manor is that each individual is allowed to live, in no matter what form, design or function. It is within their rights as souls to live, it is the actions and decisions that one makes at various junctures in their lives and deaths that determine their results. It is the responsibility of the staff of the Manor to assess the endangerment of the soul and through various methods encourage individuality and responsibility on the individual’s part as to what effects they are forced to endure as a result of their decisions and actions. Once they have learned how to change that action, they are then released back to their lives to either change things or move onto a different life or to Heaven or Hell for lack of a better term. It is entirely up to the individual.
The manor is set up as a chateau with the imagery of a grand hotel. This is all part of the therapeutic process. There are multiple stories, each pertaining to specific lessons that the guests (we don’t like to use the term patient, the term guest ensures that they will vacate, as soon as they determine they are ready, rather than the term patient which would indicate that they would need some else’s permission to leave the Manor.) need to learn.
It is with this Mission Statement in mind that this monthly journal has been created. In which, I will present tales involving the guests of the various spirits within the house. I think it is in the hopes that it will be read by some of the living, and perhaps save us the chance to have to register more guests. For in the centuries that have passed since the Manor opened, the living world has become more populous. As with the proceeding volumes, I will introduce the staff involved, as well as the Manor itself, for it has absorbed so much ectoplasm, that poltergeist activity is rampant. So in a sense the house itself is alive. And in reading this, perhaps it will assist you in either comprehending the dead, understanding life, or at least learn from the mistakes that others have made.
As will the various events that are covered with the volume, I had forgotten to include an annual event. Of course, you have to be on the list in order to be invited. That would be Marie Antoinette’s death anniversary ball, she would require that everyone attend dressed in living attire, as part of the charade, it was her way of forgetting about her death for one evening. Of course the dancers would tire and eventually take off the living masks exposing their decomposing flesh or decapitations, how Aaron could attend I still am unable to comprehend. She is a colorful personality, and her ball always seems to fall at the most inconvenient times. This time being no exception to the rule.
The chronological order of this particular volume is as follows, First floor, discussion between Simon and Dena, Third Floor, Room 337, Kitchen with Slurgh, Dining Hall with Demonic rebels, Lobby with plane crash victims, Room 299 Dance Hall, Lobby, conclusion. Or if you would rather, read from lower – higher level…
This is the second volume of Knightshade Manor which was a monthly publication set forth to further describe the afterlife institution the Knightshade Manor.
In this volume, the tales of Heartbreak Corridor which currently is the second floor of the Manor is began with a tale of a guest who is housed in room 215. My story is told, my life of which I had clearly forgotten several details. My darling cousin Aaron had been effiecient in his assessment of my mental state when I had first arrived at the Manor. From the second floor, the journal ascends the grand staircase to the next level within the Manor – the Third Floor.
The next guest who resides in room 308 is a middle-aged professional man who experiences the worst possible day for one individual. His caretaker Aaron Knightshade listens calmly as he once again recants his final day of life. All seven sins are experienced and all the significant signals of warning are quite obvious to the reader and listener in this tale. It is however an excellent tale for those who wish to learn more about my devilishly exotic cousin.
The final file for this volume is the account of a southern boy he is housed in room 315, (or at least his spirit is; no telling what happened to his body) who comes into contact with a female driver who is one of many that supports an underground meat market for the various demons that exist on the outskirts of the living world and the afterlife institutions.
Enjoy your stroll through the halls of my home, and remember you really don’t want to end up here.
This is a letter welcoming the living to peruse the psychological files of the dead; it is an introduction to the Knightshade Manor and the Mission Statement of the Manor.
The staff is more than happy to welcome you, rooms are always available, but once you have checked in, it is nearly impossible to check out.
For you see, Knightshade Manor houses, the dead, ones that would be considered a threat to others or themselves. They find themselves at Knightshade Manor, on of several afterlife institutions for spirits. They are expected to learn from their experience, and prove that they are no longer a threat to others or themselves.
Consider the situation they are in, they are dead! Because of their negligence, their inability to keep alive is astounding, it is a basic instinct that every human is born with, so to die before biological aging does usually indicate negligence on the part of the individual at some point in their lives, they could made a different choice or action that would lead to a different series of events and perhaps avoided their premature deaths.
The mission statement of the Knightshade Manor is that each individual is allowed to live, in no matter what form, design, or function. It is within their rights as souls to live, it is the actions and decisions that one makes at various junctures in their lives and deaths that determine their results. It is the responsibility of the staff of the Manor to assess the endangerment of the soul and through various methods encourage individuality and responsibility on the individual’s part as to what effects they are forced to endure as a result of their decisions and actions. Once they have learned how to change that action, they are then released back to their lives to either change things or move onto a different life or to Heaven or Hell. It is entirely up to the individual.
The manor is set up as a chateau with the imagery of a grand hotel. This is all part of the therapeutic process. There are various levels, each pertaining to the various lessons that the guests (we don’t like to use the term patient, the term guest ensures that they will vacate, as soon as they determine they are ready, rather than the term patient which would indicate that they would need some else’s permission to leave the Manor.)
Simon Knightshade who currently oversees the Manor; has asked me to create this monthly compilation of files. The forthcoming volume is one in which, I will present three tales involving the guests of the Manor. I think it is in the hopes that it will be read by some of the living, and perhaps save us from the task of registering future guests. For in the centuries that have passed since the Manor opened, the living world has become more populous. As each of these monthly installments introduce new staff and guests, the first portion of each journal is dedicated to providing an outline of the location, and incidents that occurred that defines the current state of the institution as well as providing a character sketch of each of the current caretakers working with the guests whose tales are contained therein. I will also introduce the staff, as well as the Manor itself, for it has absorbed so much ectoplasm, that poltergeist activity is rampant. Yes, the house itself is alive. It is in writing this, one does hope that it will assist you in comprehending death, understanding life, and to learn from the mistakes that others have made.
The afterlife institution of Howard Place consists of a large lobby with a variety of seating and end tables set up to provide a temporary resting area for the recently deceased. The colors are neutral, and the entryways and exits are maintained by the Sylphs who manipulate the waves that surround the building to prevent escape of the guests until they are discharged. As each guests can have a variance of time, there are areas that reflect each major chapter in mankind’s existence. The time spent at Howard Place can be short while, minutes perhaps. However there are guests who have been awaiting centuries, they are not as of yet ready to be discharged.
Brett Stevens – used to be a shy introverted science geek. In his life, he lived a medial existence, rarely taking risks. His career choices involved the hospitality field. He preferred jobs where he could be invisible and not be responsible for anything for which he needed to answer. His affection for his scientific pursuits were never fully understood or appreciated in his lifetime. In Howard Place his role was of primary liaison between the guests and the afterlife institution to which they would relocate.
Chet Brown – a short man, his blond hair, greased into a pageboy style. His piercing blue eyes assessing all that they see. His face was often in a compassionate expression as he felt empathy for all that spirits that found themselves at Howard Place. Part-time lover of Alfred Knightshade, the director of Browning Memorial Hospital. His crush on Brett leads to an on again off again relationship that spans centuries.
Sara Swanson – her blond hair held up in a large bun, and her dark skin her mulatto blood evident in the shape of her eyes and the curvature of her lips. Forced to dress in long flowing skirts and tight bodice whether it be rain or shine during her life, she had chosen to spend her afterlife attired in breeches and a loose shirt such as the fashion choice of the men in Victorian England. Regardless of what she personally chose to look like, the guests at Howard Place illumined her attire into whatever familiar garb that suits their fancy. Her experience of hostess of the finest hotels and residences in life prepared her for her afterlife of hosting the wayward guests of Howard Place. A private person she never allows anyone to know her true personality.
Marilyn Peron – is an elderly Filipino woman who maintains the image of Howard Place. Her personality was one of a wheeler and dealer. The game of negotiation inspired most of her conversations, and her thoughts.
Marion/Marians – are elementals who are perceived by some as demons, while others sees them as angels. They change as per the individual’s personal needs. They act as housekeepers, porters, desk clerks, receptionists, and staff in all afterlife institutions they may be found.
Bradley – is a tall man whose youth is unable to be gauged by all who see him. His role of guests’ relations director enables him to interact with everyone within Howard Place as well staff of other afterlife institutions. It is his final decision as to where guests are to be relocated upon leaving Howard Place.
Lorenzo – is an elemental who maintains the grounds, and buildings of Howard Place. It is his meticulous attention to detail that drove him to this task as caretaker with no recognition of his works. His Latino features were handsome and his physique of one who had spent his lifetime in physical labor. He was proud of his body and had kept the illusion in his afterlife.
Sofie – is the file keeper for this afterlife Institution. Her horn-rimmed black frame glasses she peered at all of the guests, staff and visitors of Howard Place. Her charming smile and short stature were her easiest identifiable traits. Her death during childbirth gave her the maternal instincts required to draw confessions and stories from all she meets. She has a propensity for loose skirts and flowing blouses. Her Romanian ancestry evident in her features; her blue black hair curled around her pale white skin. Her coral lips, and large green eyes provided an inspiration to many of the guests who left Howard Place to reside at Salisbury Town.
Sylphs – elementals who control water, all forms of water. They have an elaborate system of water walls that contain boundaries and images to keep the guests of Howard Place unaware of any other existence. The behaviors and desires of each guest are reflected on the walls. It assists the staff in relocating the guests to another afterlife institution. The sylphs have green skin, blue eyes and hair of shades of green to blond. They are thin, and can change into any form based from water.
what DOES it mean
A taste of WORDS
A RAGING EMOTION that NEEDS
to be expressed
my head is THROBbing
as IDEAS I suppRESS
Who ARE YOU who stares at me
have you NEVER SEEN a MAD woman before
fore THAT is what they say
When I am feeling this way
TEAR my way through the illusions
the tattered sheets ADD to my delusions
How do I confess, to make sense of this mess
ALL is turmoil I brace myself for the stormy sea
Don’t worry my dears
Suppress your fears
For a placid smile is all you see
The Following is a list of a few of the residents of Salisbury Town. Enjoy! There are more to be included in the near future…
Salisbury Town Residents
Salisbury Town has been in existence for centuries. A collective of artists, authors, musicians, actors, and their supporting staffs have taken up residence in this rural community fashioned by the desires of the residents.
Claire Monet – is the mayor of Salisbury Town. She has green eyes, black hair and pale skin. She wears clothing from the 18th century and prefers a pale blue parasol hence most of her clothing tend to be in shades of blue. Wearing a white wig and white powdered features was of the highest fashion during her lifetime. She wears this attire when attending important events. A wife of a lawyer during her lifetime, her husband went elsewhere as his interests and activities in life lead him to a different institution. She spends her afterlife cultivating culture, the arts, music and theater.
Heather Madison – is Ms. Monet’s assistant and public event coordinator. She is small in stature, a little overweight. Her glasses framed her rounded brown eyes. Her hair frizzy and white and her skin with pink overtones. Her attire is very colorful and loose. She left life in the late 20th century and tended to wear the fashion she wore in life. Her temper was underlying each of her discussions. Her husband still lives hence she is alone in Salisbury Town and is interested in supporting the residents in town to continue their artistic pursuits.
Brady Lawrence – A young man whose interests had always been in the arts. His dark eyes and brown hair and Mediterranean coloring made him an excellent model. He had trained under some of the great Renaissance artists in the techniques of sculpture, and oil painting. His afterlife is dedicated to honing his skills and continuation of his lessons from his mentors.
Cassie Juneau – is the file keeper for this institution. She is young, dynamic and her enthusiasm enables her to make friends and contacts easily. Her easy manners allowed her to gain access to anyone and anywhere. She spends a majority of her time reviewing the case files of each of the residents within the Town. Whenever there are events she attends to ensure that the records are accurate. She has light strawberry blond hair freckles, and blue eyes.
Sylphs – are the spirits of water. They are hard to differentiate between genders, each are fair. They tend to have green hair, pale skin, and blue eyes. Their skills with the element of water enable them to work with water, waterfalls, rivers, streams, oceans, and fountains. At various life institutions they create a barrier using clouds, fog and waterways to prevent the escape of residents from their afterlife institutions. Along the borders of Salisbury town is a large river which flows quickly forming multiple rapids inhibiting crossing the river. If any of the residents feel the desire to cross and proceed to do so, the water flows and them back to the central pond in the center of town. Filling the fog with images of their favorite artforms and imagery to remind them of why they are in Salisbury Town.
Fairies – are the spirits who through their presence alone act as inspiration to the artists who live in Salisbury Town. Their images change for the need of the residents. They also act as the busy workers who complete all tasks needed to keep the illusion of the afterlife institution.
Psychics – are individuals who are of the living world. They are able to interact with the afterlife institution via their dreams, visions, feelings and cognitive abilities. They appear to the dead as ghosts and are only able to exist in Salisbury Town for a short time wherein the residents are able to share their experiences with the living so that they are not forgotten.
Siamese twins of Asian descent who are joined at the hip; and are beautiful, because they have differing views they are an undeniable asset to the Manor. Their expertise lies in the interpretation of the deaths of children, their investigation includes the events leading to their deaths as well as the illusions they withhold after death. Their diagnosis is contingent on their observations as to whether the children are ready to move on, or if they desire to await their killers to exact their vengeance upon them. Staff at any of the institutions where their expertise in child psychology are needed.
Each Journal is introduced by a letter outlining the poor souls who find themselves inhabiting one of the afterlife institutions. The following excerpts are not for the faint of heart. These are tales of horror and suspense.
On behalf of all members of staff and demonic crew at Knightshade Manor we anxiously anticipate your arrival. My dears it seems that we have suffered a disruption in the processing of the promised monthly newsletter delineating the various cases and events that occur within the confines of this psychiatric hospital for the deceased.
Two agents were conspiring to block the public presentation of two case files that were the content of Knightshade Manor volume two.
It was during the submission of volume three that I received word that volume two was still awaiting editorial consideration. Apparently the files pertaining to this last submission were purposely locked into a demonic storage space, for through the demon Groeg, who for whatever reason accused his cousin? (It is very difficult to discern kin-groups amongst the resident population.) However, he accused his cousin Elisab of being a supporter and member of an illicit organization of flesh consuming demons. Whose crimes include but are not limited to: a large percentage of “unsolved disappearances” of any mortals that happen to cross their path. These demons have engaged in the consumption and vending of several hitchhikers that were last seen walking on the edge of various highways. These cases we were aware of, but the process of a hitchhiker luring a driver was never before linked to the same group of demons. Elisab showing unusual loyalty to her kinsmen, locked all files and paperwork connected to the events that transpired against the young man defined in volume two. Of course, she knew it was only a matter of time before the missing case files would be discovered. We have since fired her from the Manor and are conducting an investigation as to who within our staff are linked to this organization of flesh eaters and expelling them from the Manor. Unfortunately, before we were able to persecute the demons that were staffed at the Manor, a few of the guests were consumed. That in itself may encourage you to think before you commit an act that will lead you to the Knightshade Manor, for being hunted and consumed by demons is more of a mental duress than I care to explain in this letter. Please see attached document: Nightmare. It is a poem that was written by the last internal victim within the Manor. For since the guests are already dead, they find themselves once again in their rooms, with an undefinable fear. Lacking the ability to die, yet holding to the illusion of flesh the guests are preferable to young demons practicing their skills before unleashing their hunger upon mortals.
I now proceed to the second event that occurred to prevent the public exposure of illicit practices of staff members of the Manor. This transgression however was done by none other than my beloved cousin Aaron. He has a few pet guests that he keeps for his leisure, the management is aware of this, for we all have our favorites. Though it seems my dear Aaron has taken a step further and is actually preventing this guest from leaving the Manor. Due to capacity, and the volume of new arrivals this behavior is frowned upon by all of the staff who have released several of their favorites from within the confines of the manor. He apparently retrieved the file from the Editors desk and held it in his office personal files. If he had not angered another staff member who had taken it upon herself to find any transgression he had made against the staff he would not have been discovered. Suspicions would have risen, but no proof of his personal intervention.
In both instances, it is interesting to note, that I was not silenced permanently for the knowledge that I had acquired while researching these cases. We here at Knightshade Manor apologize to anyone who may have been anticipating volume two and once it is available it will be submitted for your perusal.