In the dark corridor of a mansion the creeping sound of wooden floors expanding and walls breathing seemed to fill the house.  Dust covered the furniture and windowsills leaving an eerie feeling in the pit of your stomach as you walk into the entrance way which reveals two grand stair cases and a chandelier that obviously needed some work. 

“M…Miss Sinodell…are you here?”

A man walks to center of the floor as a pair of doors opens and give way to a 19 year old elegantly porcelain skinned girl.  “Oh!”  The man gasps, “You frightened me.  I have the papers to the house.  It is legally yours now.”  He said looking around the old place obviously not enjoying himself much in the house. 

She walks up to him taking the papers in his hand as a small smile plays on her lips and her midnight blue eyes follow his movements.  “Are you afraid Mr. Smith?”

“Oh?  No. No.  You know this house has quiet a story…  There was a girl who went missing in this very house.  It was about 60 or 70 years ago but they say she still haunts it.”  He paused still a little shaken.  “Are you sure this is the house you want?” 

Rayne nods as the man sighed and started towards the front door to leave.  “It was 81 years ago by the way…”

The man turned around.  “Excuse me miss?”