A ghostly warning.

I was not sure how long I sat crouching in the corner of the room I had chosen lastnight but as I sat here with my feet pulled to my chest and hugged tightly by my arms I could not get the scenario of earlier from out my mind.

I was rocking back and forth trying hard to push away the feelings of anxiety that cloak me. It was all a part of the plot to get me out of the house I told myself over and over but I was not convince. What I saw was no holographic projection, that was by no means some ploy it was too real. It left a fear so real it chilled me to the bone.

I was not prepare to face the next occurance that followed sometime later as I stood up and walk to the door I had promptly locked behind me as I rush up the stairs in a feeble attempt to get away from the cold phanthom creature that call me by name and left his warning.

The door handle jiggle and rattle as I reach to unlock it with the key that was still lodge in its lock. I step back from it in shock as I startled gasp rush from my lips. I watch it jiggle as someone or something made much effort to twist the knob made stiff by the fact that it was lock.

Go away! I wanted to scream but fear had me rooted to the spot I had stop when I had back away from the unexpected rattling of the door handle.

I watch as it stop suddenly and silence fill the house. The room about me got suddenly cold as if I was suck into an antartic whirlwind. I shiver from it and rub my hands up and down my upper arm. I was shock to see that in a matter of seconds my breath was whisp of cold air mingling with the freezing cold that was swirling about me.

I felt my teeth shatter as I struggle against the draft that was wafting around me. I back from the spot where I stood and with fingers numb by the cold I drag the spread from the bed and wrap it around my wildly shaking frame.

How could this be happening? I turn to the window and saw a bright morning beyond its open frame but it was as if that world was not apart of this one where I stood trembling with cold and building fear.

I look back to the door as I heard a click, I saw the handle turn freely and then it swung smoothly open on its hinges. I watch in horror as the tall regal figure of the white lady as that was how I refer to the lady from the painting came into the room her stance slow and dejected.

I watch as she walk over to the secretary and pull its upper doors open from inside she remove a set of stationary, ink and a quill pen. She took a seat on the chair before it and started to scribble upon the white papers before her, in a matter of seconds they were in a slightly disarray pile infront of her upon the writing desk.

I watch as every now and then she glanced towards the door with anxious eyes. She was dipping the pen in the ink to continue her hastey scribble when something alerted her and she gathered the papers hurriedly and stash them in what I realize was a secret compartment.

She got up and return the stationery and the other materials to its previous place before she got up and straighten the dress she wore and smooth the shawl about ber shoulder. She reach the door just as it swung open but I did not see who was standing there however I heard from out in the hall the distinctive cry of a baby.

She heard it too as I saw her head turn on the direction of the cries that swept into the cold room and I found that the sound caused me to shiver with the creepy feel of dread.

There was something odd about the cry it sounded like a gurgle and the way the woman just stood there listening making no move to approach the cries that were no wails of need. I saw her made a step to leave the room then hesitated.

The cold of the room was now residing and my breath was no longer puffs of cold air but I still had that dark fear mingling about me and it seem to close itself about my wildly beating heart.

She was facing me now and I saw that she was heavy with child. I stare in shock as I had not seen this at first. She turn eyes so sad and painful on me and when everything had seem so dreamlike her eyes on me were real.

"Leave", she mouted. "Leave".

I had no resson to think that she was talking to someone else. I was the only other person in the room. I shrug the spread from off my shoulder and march to her but as I reach to her the room return to its normalcy and I was once again alone,  the bone numbing cold of the fog that seem to decend like a thick cloud about me earlier was no more, it was as if it never happen.

This was no doubt another attempt to push her from staying at the house. The use of the ghostly figure to warn me was clear fact. They were just pulling my chain yanking it every chance they got so that I would high tail it from the house and lose my chance of receiving the five mil.

I took the camcorder and march from the room carelessly letting it swing by my side as I left the room and made for the kitchen.  It recorded my sock feet and the floor as I decend to the lower floor hungry and very much upset with myself for being scared and fearful.

It was clear that the house was rigged with special effects and sounds. They were putting out all the stops but all they had done in the end was increase my determination to stay on and secure the five mil to rescue Layla from the orphanage.

They might have succeed in scaring me but that was it. I was more determine than ever to stay and also to bring tumbling down this little farce that has been put in place to have me leaving from The House and then walk away with my five million.

I was going to find me something to eat then start some sleuthing. There was something or someone that inspired what was all unfolding around me. It was not just some figment of our rich and too darn carefree proprietor Mr Adolph Hemlier imagination who too much damn time on his hands.

I hum a song we often sing at the orphanage as I made for the kitchen but I stop in my track as I heard the distinctive foot fall of someone walking behind me when I turn around the hall way was empty but the distinctive feel of not being alone scent my body shivering.

There was something deeper than what I might believe and there was no way I was going to sit around for my stay here and not find out what it was.

As I turn around and continue I heard the giggle of a child and the breeze of someone rushing past me. I stood frozen by the steps trying hard to remain calm and convince myself it was just Adolph's childish pranks but the thought of my arrival in the town of Drakeville and the persons who I had seen there and one of those very person was resting beautifully above the fireplace in the livingroom.

I was once again feeling apprehensive and my mind was beginning to race with the what I was sure were not coincidences.

Could it be real. Was this house a hub for the paranormal?