It had a old rustic nature. A little fix up, and it would have its charms. The house alone was huge. Six bedrooms, four bathrooms and two parlors. It even had a old room that looked to be a ballroom at one time.

There were two French doors leading out onto a balcony overlooking the the rows of Apple trees.

A still fruitful wind sweetend the air. As Dean looks out over the fields, there is a shuttle movement that catches his eye. And he watches for any more.

By now everyone has left the room, and more movement can be seen. It dashes from the left side, through the French doors and around to his right side. The curtains blow the way the figure goes.

He keeps eyes toward the way the figure exits, but his mom startles him back to reality.

"Hey there's so much more to check out. There's a underground pantry, and the attic. It'll be fun".

He rolls his eyes. "A blast". He walks away as Patrick enters the room.

"Give it time. He'll warm up". He motions toward the door, and they leave together. The curtain moves to reveal a quick glimpse of a emotionless pale face, before stillness again.
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Priscilla skipped room to room, trying to see what one suited her more. She came to a room lathered in lavender colored wallpaper, and a tiled ceiling.

"Perfect". She walked in, and saw something in the corner of the room. A small figure, laying silent. As she approached the corner, she saw a old raggedy Ann doll.

She sat perfectly on her side, facing the wall. The eyes were ripped out, but had been colored in black. There was splotches of what looked to be mud all over the dolls clothes.n

"Well aren't you a filthy thing". She picked the doll up and smiled at it. The doll remained emotionless.

"Priscilla"! Her mom called. "Grandma is here"! She kept from her feet, doll still in hand, and gleefully runs down the steps.

"Be careful running honey, you could fall and get hurt". She looks to the doll in her hand. "What's that"?

"Dena". She says.

"Where did you find it"? Her grandma chimes in. Taking it gently and looking at the doll with curiosity.

"My bedroom". She responds, not looking away from the doll in her grandmas hands.

"You found a bedroom, honey"? Her mom looked pleased.

She nods as her grandma hands her the doll, and she runs back up the stairs to play with her doll.

But soon would Begin the terror