Adria POV

“In 1933, Herbert Hemming bought this property and had this Victorian-styled home built upon it. He enjoyed ten years of happiness with his wife, Thelma, giving birth to their children Walter and Alice over that time.” The male tour guide led the group of ten people throughout the house.

I floated in the air five feet above them, against the ceiling, as I followed along with the tour. I had seen and heard this tour so many times I knew it by heart. But I couldn’t help but be drawn to the Living. At least during the light of day if I caused any phenomenon it usually didn’t seem so scary to them. Some got a little startled or frightened, but never terrified. Most of the employees here had also gotten used to the spirits in this house as well, so they usually treated us with respect. Likewise, the children, Nellie, and I all did the same. Ross was, well…

“In 1943, when Walter was eight-years-old and his sister seven, both they and their nanny Nellie Hasgrove died tragically in a house fire. Herbert and Thelma both lived, but their lives were forever changed. Eventually, Herbert became convinced that his children's spirits had not passed on and remained in the house. He spent the rest of his life ensuring that the house was rebuilt the way it had been before the fire and that it remained in proper repair. The Hemmings were blessed with a second son, five years after the death of their children. In the journals of Thomas Hemming, he reported seeing apparitions of what he assumed were his deceased siblings and their nanny throughout all his life in this house.”

A man, looking about twenty-six or so, raised his hand. Once granted permission to speak, he cleared his throat. “So we have documented proof that the Hemming House has been haunted for over half a century?”

“Yes, that’s correct,” the guide nodded. His eyes turned briefly to the camera crew that was set up around the group of tourists, obvious nervousness on his face. While he might be used to some small amount of video cameras from people who came for tours, this was on a different level entirely.

Evidently, the Hemming House’s paranormal renowned had grown more than I had expected. As such, a group of paranormal investigators that had a TV show which hundreds of thousands of viewers watched had garnered permission to have a lockdown overnight. But that was several days away. Still, the team had decided to take a tour like normal tourists and learn more about the history, which was why there would only be one tour given today. Afterward, they planned to interview the employees, owners, and dig for more people that might have had experiences of the supernatural while here. They had their camera crew here in order to capture everything.

This was why I was down from the attic, curious to observe the events of this new change to my normal routine until now.

A woman suddenly raised her hand as well, furrowing her brow. “I don’t mean to interrupt, but I’d like to ask if anyone else is...feeling the energy in here?”

She was a brunette, her straight, long hair pulled back into a high ponytail. I couldn’t see much else of her features from here and I didn’t want to use up the energy to move unless I had to.

Another woman, a little older, chuckled nervously. “...I thought that was just my mind playing tricks with me.”

The guide glanced around the room, smiling and shrugging. “Most likely, Adria is visiting with us.”

The man who had asked the first question shot his hand up real fast. “What makes you say that?”

Several others started whispering amongst themselves in reaction. Curiosity hummed in the air.

I sighed, debating on if I should return back to the attic. It would most likely be for the best, but something…

I wasn’t sure why, but something was pulling me toward this new event, this to-be-televised show that would take place where my home was now.

The guide, who I started to vaguely recall as either an Adam or maybe an Aaron, cleared his throat. “Adria likes to hide. She’s shy and doesn’t like to be seen. But her presence is palpable most of the time. She’s a very gentle spirit, usually. Sometimes you can feel her sadness, but she’s normally almost calming to be in the presence of.”

I recalled, along with his name, that this employee had shown signs of being sensitive to spiritual energy. He wasn’t wrong about me either.