Open Is There Anything Behind the Wall?

Harmonia Proxentias from Proxentias Designs unlocked the front door to the old, run-down and apparently abandoned two-story house at the end of the cul-de-sac of one of the nicer neighbourhoods on the island. She had got the house at a bargain bottom price and only needed to pay the back taxes on the property to acquire it. Harmonia's plans were to renovate the house up and down so that it showcased her design skills and turn it into her office while occupying the top floors of the building as her own personal residence.

Pushing on the front door open, Harmonia had to use all her weight to force it open. The wood and its hinges were obviously old and rusted with age and it let out a loud creaking sound that echoed through the house as it finally gave way and allowed the interior designer into the house.

"Zeus's thunder," the Olympian demi-goddess whistled as she entered the dark, musty and cluttered foyer. It was somehow worse than she remembered it. There was rubbish everywhere, the wallpaper was old, yellowed and peeling, the floorboards were warped, scuffed and stained, and a few of the windows were dirty, missing panes or cracked.

Pocketing the keys, the interior designer made her way very cautious through the house, stepping over piles of rubbish and loose floorboards until she suddenly let out a loud shriek when a large brown rat went scurrying from out from under one of the piles of old clothes in the corner of one of the rooms.

"All the gods in Hades!" she exclaimed as she watched the animal scurry under a broken floorboard. "Where are they? They were supposed to be here at three," she huffed, referring to the hired hands that had answered her ad looking for people to clean out this run-down monstrosity.



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Harmonia wheeled around in surprise when she heard a man's voice behind her. "It's about high time you got here," she exclaimed rather indignantly as she raked her silver gaze over the tall redhead - who at any other time might have caught her eye - and frowned in disapproval.

"A giant rat almost attacked me," the demi-goddess exaggerated as she pointed to a pile of old clothing where the rat had scurried to. "It was huge... like, like ... a wererat," she assured him as she stepped back away from the offending pile.

Harmonia bristled a little when the stranger corrected her, she did not like the fact that she had made a mistake. She also should have realised that he was too well put together to be one of the people she had hired to help clean up the house.

"No. It's fine. I don't want to inconvenience you if you are busy," Harmonia sniffed as she begrudgingly let go of her indignation.

"Besides, I do have somebody coming to help clean out this ... mausoleum of garbage," she informed the redheaded stranger as she gingerly stepped over a warped floorboard.

When the piece of ceiling suddenly fell to the floor with a loud clatter, Harmonia jumped a little startled by the noise. She then glared suspiciously at the spot where the piece had fallen from, before turning her attention to Alex.

"I am sorry for that," she apologized, very clearly irritated by the fact that a ghost had dared to be so disrespectful in her presence. "It seems that the previous occupant of the house forgot to vacate the premises," she remarked, raising her voice a tad in clear defiance of its warning.

"Harmonia Proxentias of Proxentias Designs," she introduced herself with cool politeness just as the lights flickered twice before a bulb burst, making a loud bang which caused Harmonia to let out a loud, and very unlady-like, "Fucking hell!".

"Or take a gallon of kerosene and match to it," Harmonia added darkly. She was not about to let some lesser being force her from the house, and all the plans she had for it. No siree, the entity had no clue who it was dealing with, and Harmonia had no intention of letting it get its way.

"Mr. Drakenhardt," Harmonia said as she looked at him with a stubborn and somewhat vengeful look about her. "Did you know deities can send a ghost to the afterlife, or capture it and make it do its bidding?" she stated matter-of-factly and loud enough that if the entity was listening, they'd hear her not so veiled threats.