Jason Silverton looked up at the old house with wary eyes. Legend had it around town that the place was haunted, and even if he didn't believe in ghosts - or aliens or witches or any of the other claptrap the locals spoke of - he was still terrified of them. You could be pretty sure ghosts didn't exist and still not want to MEET one, he reckoned.
So why was he here? Well, he'd been putting off the visit all week. That night, as he was closing down his computer for the evening at Henry's Point Bank and Trust - your local bank for over 120 years - his boss came in and gruffly asked, nay, DEMANDED that he head on up to the old house and make sure the Marshes loan paperwork was all in order. The boss had always had a keen interest in the old place ... some might say TOO keen ... and he'd tasked Jason, the young, bright economics graduate with a keen eye for details, to make sure everything was in order. At times, Jason was almost certain his boss WANTED him to find an error, all the better for the bank to take ownership of the old place.
And that made Jason an unwelcome presence at the bed and breakfast, all too often.
This was too bad. the B&B was always full of activity and excitement, much better than Jason's one-bedroom apartment, where he'd inevitably spend his evening watching one of his seven DVDs while eating a TV dinner and watching his fat, lazy cat wile away the hours. Even before it opened, the B&B was always so full of ACTIVITY, and now, he kept seeing people drive up to the house to stay a while. What he had to do would take but 15 minutes, and he was sure the Marshes would understand he was just doing his job. Why, then, was he so nervous about heading up there?
It couldn't be the ghosts. He wasn't scared of something that didn't exist, right? And it couldn't be the thunder now rippling through the sky. Thunder was just the natural reaction of the air to the lightning passing through it, right?
When you came right down to it, what scared Jason Silverton was the cute girl who worked there ... Charlie. He hated to admit it, but he rather fancied her. He hated that he used the word "fancied" to describe his feelings, but there was no other possible description.
And she, like everyone who worked at the B&B and saw Jason as an interloper determined to take the place from the Marshes, HATED Jason.
He smoothed out his suit and approached the door.
OOC: Hope it's not too late to join in! Also, I'm going with the most easily explicable motivations for how others would react to Jason. If you feel differently, feel free to correct me! And if you guys want some other characters, I have a few more in mind.