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plantation, let alone a semi-dilapidated, haunted
one. The plantation was out in the middle of nowhere and if and when a good
rain came there was no way out because the one road that led to the plantation
almost immediately flooded. That was just one of the many problems the place had.
Anytime a potential buyer would come to view the property, they always ended up
being too spooked to even finish looking around.
    He
remembered one evening several weeks ago when his realtor had brought an older
couple out to look at the place. They were retiring and were in the market for
an old plantation, something that they could refurbish and turn into a bed and
breakfast. Magnus had been excited to meet the prospective buyers; he was even
willing to lower the price if he had to. 
    But the moment
they stepped over the threshold and into the large plantation, the older
gentleman got violently ill and his wife said she felt as if she’d been slapped
in the face. They all stood in awe as a large red mark appeared on her skin.
Needless to say, they didn’t wait around to see if anything else was going to
happen, and they certainly didn’t want to hear any explanation from Magnus, he
simply did not have one.
    Shortly
after that particular incident, he told his realtor that if she kept what
happened to herself, that he would pay the fee and cancel his contract. She
wholeheartedly agreed, so that left him in search of a new realtor, he needed
someone who could be discreet and hands on. But before he’d put the house back
on the market, he’d hire a staging designer. He needed someone who would spruce
up the entire place and make it look inviting. And after searching online, he
found a real estate office that employed an in house staging designer. 
Even though the office was located in Savannah, some twelve hours away, he
decided to give Gavin a call. There weren’t many staging designers that were
willing to come out to the old place, let alone move in temporarily, so when
Gavin told him that he had the perfect woman for the job, he was glad that he
had gone outside of his usual comfort zone.
    Magnus
hoped that with the offer to pay for her time and free room and board that she
would be willing to stay as long as possible in order to get the place looking
good as new. He trusted that all the renovations wouldn’t deplete his bank
account; he wasn’t really worried about that though, because there was no lack
of money. His latest book sales were doing phenomenal according to Steve, his
friend and agent and that was something he enjoyed hearing.
    Even
though his father was a very successful oil tycoon, Magnus was glad that he had
made his own way and was pursuing his dream.  But now he was more inclined
to worry about the designer, this Ava Montgomery. He wondered if she’d take one
look at the place, turn hard on her heels and haul ass out of there. 
    He
couldn’t tell Gavin or anyone else for that matter that he too thought that the
place was haunted. The last thing he needed or wanted was ghost hunters
prowling around or calling him to ask if a camera crew could spend the night.
He may be a bestselling author of historical, sometimes haunting romances, but
this was different, this was his home. If anyone was going to investigate it
was going to be him, and he would start by looking into the history of the
Montieu family.
    He had
already managed to find out that there had been a suicide inside the house back
in its hay day, when it was an operational plantation. But that something bad
had happened that left the Montieu family virtually penniless. Magnus believed
that is was the suicide of their son, William Jr. that led to the family’s
ruin. It’s documented that his mother, Amelia Montieu found their only son in
the kitchen with a bullet hole through his head.
    When some
of the house slaves were questioned, they said that he killed himself because
of a young slave girl with whom he had fallen madly in love with. But when