I placed the book down and noticed that on the back of the cover was a woman. A woman who looked very familiar. I quickly read about the author and discovered that the woman was Melinda Greyson. I flipped the book open again and found the woman's name. She was the wife of one of Gregory's sons.

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After reading how my mother died. I was determined to head to the house and confront my fear.

I left my motel room and headed to my car.

"Have you read the book?" the elderly woman from the library asked.

I looked at her strangely. That's when I realized I could see threw her.

"Who are you?" I asked the woman.

She smiled, than frowned. "Did you read the book?"

I nodded my head.

"Good. Good. Now you know. You can break this curse." Than she vanished again.

"Wait. Are you Melinda Greyson?"

I didn't get a response. I decided that I should head back to the library and ask the young woman that was there.

I got in my car and a short time later arrived at the library.

I walked up the steps and entered the quiet place.

I saw the young woman at the desk. I walked up to her. "Hello. Do you remember me?" I asked her.

She looked up and smiled. "Yes I do you got the book about the Greyson house."

"Yes I did. I had noticed that the book was wrote by a Melinda Greyson."

The young woman smiled. "Yes she was my grandma."

I stood there with my mouth hanging open. She looked at me strangely.

"Why do you ask?"

"Well my mother was Arial Greyson."

It was her turn to stand there with her mouth wide open.

"So. ...So we are..... cousins?" she asked me in shock and surprise.

I shrugged my shoulders "guess so." I replied.

She held out her hand and said "Ruby Greyson."

I took her hand and shook it "Crystal Greyson"

"So what brings you here?" she asked me.

"Well to be honest. A man." I said. I didn't know how much I wanted to tell her.

Her smile widened. "A man is a good reason."

"This could be. It's too soon to say."

"Well I would like to get to know you." She said.

I smiled. "I would like that also." ....."hey can you tell me more about our family house?"

She looked at me cross eyed. than hesitantly answered "what do you want to know?"

"How the woman keep dieing. The woman who, well looked like me."

That made her nod her head. "Ok. I am done work in an hour. Than we can talk."

"Ok. I will find something to read and wait for you. Or I can help you."

"Read is fine. I am almost done. It's been slow here today."

"Ok." I turned and headed towards where Melinda had shown me the book about our family house.

I was standing in the isle and than I heard "you should read this book now."

I turned and saw Melinda standing beside me, a book in her hand.

"Are you a ghost?" I asked her.

She smiled and nodded her head. "A trapped spirit."

"Trapped how?"

"I can't tell you that yet. First you must read this book." She handed me a black covered book that was also covered in dust.

I took the book and looked up at Melinda again, but once again she was gone.

I frowned and looked around. I sighed and looked at the book she had given me. I wiped the dust off and looked at the cover. "The Nightmare." by Arial Greyson.

I went and found a place to sit. I opened the book and began to read.

Much to my surprise the beginning was exactly like the nightmares I was having. I decided to skip to the last chapter.

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I have been drawn back. I don't know why. I brought my daughter with me this time. That was a bad idea.

The evil white man wanted her. I fought with him and won, for now.

I took her back to the motel and that night the nightmare started all over.

I woke up with cuts and scratches on my arms and legs. I even found a bullet wound in my leg.

I had read the book titled the "Greyson House" I had discovered that the first woman murdered was tortured and had been shot in the leg as she tried to escape. After looking up more information on her I discovered that the woman was killed three days after her twenty ninth birthday.

My birthday will be in a week. I wonder what will happen to me.

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That was the end of that part but there was one more chapter in the book so I decided to read it as well.

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It is with a sad heart that I tell all of you that the author of this book has died before she could finish it.

I have read the final chapter she had wrote and decided to tell you all what happened.

Arial Greyson died three days after her Twenty ninth birthday. She was found beaten and murdered.

The murderer has never been captured. I looked up all the other deaths that occurred in the house. All the Greyson woman were direct descendants of the first woman murdered in the house. What is strange is all four of the woman were aged twenty nine and died three days later. The only children killed were the two boys and three girls.

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I stopped reading. My twenty ninth birthday was two days ago.

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