by
Christy Davis
Chapter 1
�Why hadn�t they listened? What were they trying to prove?� She shook the thoughts from her head. A tear escaped the corner of her eye and she wiped it away. Trembling she took a sip from the cup. The tingling in her toes and the stabbing pains in her hands faded as her mind took her back to what had happened earlier that day.
Elyse had tried to tell her friends the old mansion was haunted. It�d been in her family for well over a century. Most of her ancestors had lived in it at one time or another, until it became so old and worn there was no hope in ever rebuilding it.
Lately weird things seemed to happen there all the time. Sometimes the entire house lit up in the middle of the night. Pretty hard to do when the house had never been wired for electricity.
The doors and windows were always opening and closing.
Mysterious smoke rose from its chimneys. There were also voices and noises; sounds from the past slipping through the veils of time. She could hear music, laughter - and then there were those scary sounds. The very thought of them made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.
But no - they wouldn�t let it go. As soon as they realized Elyse had the key to the front door, they wanted it. They begged for it!
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