The Secret of the Old Mansion

a small, dimly lit room. It was musty and smelled of old boo

th old trinkets and knick-knacks. There were old photographs, anti

on an old wooden desk in the corner of the room. It looked like it had been untou

elonged to her late uncle. It was filled with his thoughts and musin

about the journal. Her uncle wrote about strange occurrences in the mansion, abo

the supernatural, but she had never believed in ghosts or anything of the s

d her. She spun around, but there was no o

The handwriting in the journal had changed. It was no longer her un

he didn't know what was happening, but she kne

breeze blow past her. It was like nothing she had e

to the sitting room. The man in the suit was

ll right?"

till trying to c

need some fres

e sunlight, Amelia couldn't shake the feeling that somethi