Added: Oct 31, 2008

From: girl333333

Duration: 1:13

The car screeched to a halt at the bottom of an extremely steep driveway that led to the gloomy looking Johansson house. The driver ushered them out the car and sent them up the hill to the house. Kevin remembered the day they found out they were coming here. It had been a cold day as it was leading up to winter and anyway they always say its glooming on the day of a funeral... Mr Johansson had been some relative of a close friend and had insisted in his will he would leave the house to his favourite little friends. This had outraged his son, and the Jonass after recovering from the shock decided they would only accept if the current Mr Johansson and his daughter, Lily lived there too,as they thought it was the only decent thing to do. Everybody said the old house was haunted. It had never seemed that way on the many summers they had spent there with all the family but this time it was just Kevin, Joe, Nick and Lily as the rest of the Jonas family had gone to care for an elderly relative in Texas and Mr Johansson had gone away on business. So this time it did. Finally they reached the top of the gravel path, Joe banged on the door eager to get inside, it had gotten even colder as they had ventured up the mountain like hill to get to the old grey house that was once alive and full of colour but was now just a shell of its former self, one that was certainly not attractive and welcoming for the new comers. A tall thin man with a long crooked nose opened the door. He was pale and stood out in the darkness. Come in, he said showing the way up a spiral staircase and leading them to their rooms. You each have your own suite, I hope it is satisfactory. They didnt dare disagree. The rooms were big, filled with ornate furniture that had greyed in such a way that it looked like stone. The bed, whilst looking grand, was creaky like the ones you expect to see in prison cells. Nick wasnt sure about his room, like the others it had a balcony, but his made a terrible squeaking noise. He tried to draw the curtains but the wind just blew the thin, stained white linen back again. The boys came in one after each other in to a large room that resembled a library but without a vast amount of books. Lily was sitting in the middle of the room on a sofa. She smiled faintly. She was as pale as ever though her thin lips and hazel eyes seemed thinner and more grey because of her recently dyed black hair. Joe and Kevin sat next to her and Nick sat opposite. We are so sorry for your loss, are you ok? Kevin asked, his hands automatically reaching for Lilys. Im fine, we werent that close. Lily relied shifting from her stone-like position a little to avoid Kevins touch. There was an awkward silence that was interrupted by the tall thin man named Jake who coughed in the doorway. Lily got up. Well I better go, she said See you very soon. The brothers looked at each other. What were they supposed to do? They had no idea where anything was even if there was anything interesting. Im bored, Joe said, sounding just like a little boy about to embark on one of his many tantrums. Uh huh, Nick agreed. They all went back to his room and were just sitting there in Nicks chilly sleeping chambers. Hey, lets play a game!! Joe said excitedly. We are not playing hide and seek again Joe, Kevin said. Well I think its a really good game, Joe murmured moodily. Hang on me and Kev are gonna find the bathroom Nick stretched up from his seat. Oooh are you scared to go on your own? Need someone to hold your hand? Joe joked No Nick and Kevin opened and closed the oak door leaving Joe on his own. The door screeched open again That was quick... oh hey Lily, whats up Joe said turning in the velvet chair to face the door. Lily didnt say a word. She just slowly walked over and stood behind Joe. Hey Lily um what can I do for you? Lily still didnt say anything, no noise came or was caused by her at all. Joe felt a cold hand on his shoulder and there was a spark of pain that sent shivers down his back. Thats all he could remember. The tunnel was cold and damp and smelly. Joe wanted to run, he wanted to scream but he couldnt, he couldnt even move. All these memories. All these terrible memories. He wanted to erase them but they kept coming back and he couldnt stop them.

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