Now that was pretty good! It went on forever though. lol

Suddenly Sara realised she was dreaming.... she was still in the car and smoke was all around her.
With a jolt she woke up, coughing violently. Struggling, she squeezed through the open window and staggered onto the ground a few feet away as the car exploded.
Sara sat up slowly, then ran as sparks flew everywhere. The heat was intense.

As she walked awya down the road away from the huge mansion towering in the distance, the tears began to fall for the lost sister and her much missed brother Jason, who had saved her life.

The End.

Jason whispered again..."Sara, why are you still here?"
Sara looked at Jason with her big brown eyes, staring blankly at him. "You must leave this place now, before you become a part of it."
Jasons remark startled her. She had realised early on everyone here was dead, ghosts with portraits and newspaper clippings marking their lives and deaths. She had assumed she too was a ghost, but was too afraid to openly admit this, even to herself.
"What do you mean, Jason?" she asked? "How can I leave if I have died and am here with you? Am I not trapped here as well?"
Jason shrugged, then looked annoyed. "Geez sis, I'm trying to help you and we don't have much time. You are not dead, you are still in your car but if you don't get back into your body soon you will be with all of us here forever...or until this place rots and then we have to move into another abandoned house and live there forever.

As Lurch left, Sara heard Jason wispering voice "Leave this place"

Jason replied, "You must leave now, Lurch and the old lady are going too..." just then the door opened and lurch walked in. Jason was gone. "I heard someone talking, in here, are you okay?" said Lurch."
Fine" said Sara. "Alright then" ,said Lurch as he left...

Sara sat on the bed again, thinking.
Jason was her older brother, but Tara was her identical twin sister, who had vanished without trace 9 years earlier, about the same time as the news articles.
So the photographs weren't of her, but of her sister, which explained why she thought she had been looking at herself.
Any icy blast entered the room. Looking up, Sara could just make out the shadowy form of Jason as he came in.

When they left the room, she lay quietly, thinking. The headlines in the newspaper clippings bothered her. She was so sure she had missed something important. Carefully she sat up, then crossed the room to where the clippings still lay on the floor. Her head ached, but she sat on the carpet and read on.
Sifting through some of the other clippings, she saw
' Body in the woods ~ was it murder?
Evidence implies foul play'
Sara read on.
'Police investigations revealed the woman's body was that of Tara Crowe aged 27. Tyre marks on the road showed the car had swerved in several directions before finally hitting the tree where it finally exploded into flames.
Close examination of the front of the car by phorensics revealed traces of blue material caught on the windscreen wiper, thought to have been from the dress she wore.'


Sara took a deep breath as she read on.

'Investigations into the circumstances of both deaths are continuing.
Anyone with any information is asked to contatct their local police station'

Nice pic, Tuesday

She was unconscoius with a big gash on her head. When she awoke, the old lady was taking care of her head and had Lurch lay her on the bed in her room.

Jason followd her dragging his cancer eaten leg behind. Sara ran screaming and bumping into things. She almost fell down the stairs but was grabed by Jason. "Why you running from me , Sara.? Moaned Jason

Te house must be a collecter of ghost is all Sara could figure and tore loose from her brothers hands.

Omy, she discovered it was her brother, Jason, who died of cancer 10 years ago.

...or hAs she seen him before,,,those dark,cold eyes piercing right through her..was he in one of those clippings? ....or in one of those portraits hanging in that candle lit hallway?

Nice to see you back Horseman!

it was someone she had never seen before, staring back at her....

She read the clipping again in disbelief, and started stepping backwards. but she ran into someone behind her....she turned and looked into his big black eyes....

She wanted to see the date yet she was to frightened and didn't want to know.

Spreading all the clippings out on the carpet, she studied them in more detail. The pictures weren't very clear, especially in candle ~light.
Suddenly a window crashed open, the strong winds blowing the curtains horizontal and scattering the cuttings across the room.
As she tried to pick up the nearest clipping, she noticed a small sub headline in a corner,
'Driver killed in freak accident'
She sat on the bed to read it more carefully.
'A red porsche was found in a ditch in the early hours of this morning by a man out walking his dog. Early reports stated that a badly burned body was found a few feet away. No identifcation has yet been made.
A second body was found in the car, thought to have been the driver.
Tire marks on the road lead expets to believe that the car swerved to avoid the person.
Investigations are continuing ... '

Sara looked at the date on the clipping. 1st November 18.... . Searching amongst the other clippings, she started organising them better by date, looking for the next installment.

"Madam ordered me. Something about it being the safest room in the house". He left while Sarah thought about all this. After contemplting running away from the house or She would sneek back to the clippings room for more clues. She accepted the later.

Why did you put me in here then!!! Says Sara. Lurch just shruggs his shoulders.

All Lurch says is "There's always something in here."

Lurch ran into the room yelling, "What is it Sara?" Sara replyed in a shaky voice, "There is someone else in here"...

The tall figure towered above her, blocking the light. Sara could just about make out his evil grin as he bent over her body...

She couldn't resist any longer. Not even with a rush of adrenaline could she stay awake. She would scream at this moment, but the strength doesn't emerge. As the figure steps closer into her view, her eyes shut just seconds from seeing who, or what, is approaching.

(hope ya'll don't mind =D)

Sara struggled to wake up but sleepiness was overcoming her.
The tall figure crept closer to the bed.

Thanks Nirvana! :-)

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As she laid there,her eyes getting heavy,,she sleepily stares at one of the walls lighting up with the lightening outside..just as she closes her eyes,a large dark shadowy figure appears..

"Tell me your name, my dear?"
cacckled the old lady.

"Sara " she said shyly.

The old lady lead Sara towards one of the bedrooms.
"You need to rest, my dear" she said.
Before the girl could pull away she found herself in a large bedroom. Suddenly very tired, she lay on the huge four poster bed in the middle of the room.
The old lady left the room, closing the door behind her.

"You must not come into this room again" spoke the old woman. The young lady catches a glimpse of another clipping this time, what looked like this old lady.

She then enters a room down at the end of the hall and finds newspaper clippings from men and women who had died when their car had stalled--all of them on the same road. She begins to freak out when she recognizes some of the pictures as the people she had seen in the ghastly portraits. However one particular clipping catches her attention. She begins to shake as she stares at the picture of Lurch in one of the clippings and begins to read. "Lurch Leroy died in 1992 when car stalled and then went out of control and crashed in a ditch."...

the portraits spooked her even more,,she continues down the hall,trembling,and notices that there are a line of doors on both sides of the hall,but something about that last portrait caught her eye,,something about that man in the picture...dark hair,dark cold eyes that pierced right through her..chills run down her spine...

Paintings alined the hallway walls and she could feel the eyes on some portraits watching her

she managed to find a doorway...she slowly walks through to find a very long hallway partially lit up with candles..

thats prety good nirvana.

thank you mindy. 8^)

Wow! That was really good,Hunter!