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CW: murder, drowning, verbal and physical abuse, era-typical misogynyš¤¢ļæ¼, haunting (obviously), talk of Sarahās PTSD
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Natalie Manning was in her late 20ās in the very end of the Victorian era
She was married, an arranged marriage to the son of her parentsā long time friend
He was a doctor, very well respected and wealthy, but very apathetic
Natalie thought too much, he insisted
A woman should not think so much about science and she should never try to question her husband
Especially not when her husband was a doctor
The fact that Natalie showed interest in his work only angered him
She should be watching their child and preparing dinner for when he came home
He forbid her from entering his study, because she had been caught by him and the maids reading his books one too many times
(The fact that she was even literate was frustrating to him, he wanted her to be his inferior in everything. So given that she was so well read, he could not belittle her for it.)
Natalie and her friend had gone on a walk down to the river one day, while their children were under the care of their nanny
She had brought some of her husbands books, trying to explain to her friend what might be wrong with her
The friend had been very sad and lethargic since giving birth, female hysteria they said, but Nat thought there was a better explanation and a way to help
Unfortunately, one of the maids must have told her husband that she had taken the books
He followed them down to the river and cornered them
Yelling about how Natalie was a terrible mother and wife
How dare she steal his things, leave their children with the help, and have the audacity to think she could give sound medical advice
He ripped the books out of her hands, throwing them into the river
He struck her once, claiming she deserved it
Ordering her friend away, he explained his wife needed to be taught a lesson in obedience
Her friend was scared and ran, not one to challenge a man ever
Natalie tried to get away from him, but he had her backed towards the riverās edge
She begged for his forgiveness, even though it disgusted her, because she didnāt know how to get out of this
He shoved her a little too hard and it sent Nat backward down the riverbank
She hit her head on a rock and it knocked her unconscious
Her husband didnāt even try to save her and made no move to get help at all
Unable to keep her head above water, she drowned
That should have been the tragic end to it all
But Natalie could not move on
She dragged herself out of the water, hair soaked and matted with blood
She should have been freezing, her heavy gowns weighted down by the water they absorbed
But she didnāt feel anything
It took her... a while to realize she was dead
When she tried to pick up her shoes from the river bank and her hand went right through, she realized
A ghost
It tore her up
And she spent... a really long time by the riverās edge just crying
Sobbing because she made a mistake and paid the worst price
And now her dear son would grow up without a mother
It was all her fault
Time moves so different when youāre dead
She cried for years on the riverbank
Even after her body was found and her death labelled an accident
She couldnāt move on
Her heart was heavy with the weight of it
Countless stories were told about the ghost lady by the river, her waterlogged hair and ruined old dress
How she could be seen calling out for her son and her husband at night, the mantra of apologies falling from her blue lips
It had been over 100 years and things had changed drastically
Natalie watched people and animals come and go
She saw houses built and torn down
The change of eras
Everything was so different
She watched as children swam in the river, shrieking at the sight of a fish and chasing each other down the bank
The amount of times she had stopped a child from falling in and hurting their self was countless
She had quickly learned how to manipulate objects and interact with the human world
It did take a lot of energy
But she would never let anyone die the same way she did
In the early 2000ās there was a small cottage built by the river
No one else lived nearby and she saw countless families come and go during the summer months
She eventually decided she too could live there since they didnāt inhabit it all year long
It was her cottage, even if they didnāt know she was there
As the years went on ghost stories were less believable
No one paid mind to Natalie anymore, even when she made herself very clearly known
No one acknowledged her, blaming every sound and activity on the wind or the children, and Natalie was used to it
Until this strange young woman with impossibly curly hair and the saddest face moved in
She rarely spoke, if she did it was only to her funny orange cat
She was always nose deep in a medical textbook or her sketchbook
She must be very smart with how much she read
But she never slept and she often cried all night
Night terrors ruining what little rest she did get
Natalie admired her, worried about her
She must have experienced something horrible
Natalie knew exactly what that was like
She decided maybe she should make herself known, to this human, because she could trust her
