Damien and the others was looking at the blueprints of the house but it didn't look like they were finding anything useful.
"Anything?" I decided to break the silence. Damien just shook his head while he studied the 'map' of the house.
"Second floor now it doesn't look like these are going to be any help." Damien shrugged his shoulders.
We all nodded in response. The stairs to the third floor were not to far from the entryhall stairs. It was next to the first room on the first floor. I have not been to the second floor of the mansion yet so I didn't know what to expect. Me and Charoline was at the back of the group with Damien leading with Edric still fast asleep in his arms.
When we got to the second floor there was a little room with couches in it and there were staircases on the right and left of the room, probably leading to the third floor. There were also two doors.
"If anything creepy or weird were to happen we would meet back here." This time it was Luke who talked that was strange. Even the other men found it odd. Michael looked at his watch. "Eleven pm." In all the horror stories that I have watched all the ghostyness starts at twelve pm. We had to find that other safe and soon I don't want to see what happens to this place after twelve. I shivered at the thought.
Me, Charoline, Damien and Edric took the door on the right while the others took the door on the left. When we opened the door the scent of dust was strong in the air along with rotten wood. At least there was no smell of anything dead.
In this hallway there were only two doors, one on the left and one on the right Damien took the one on the right and we took the one on the left.
It was a library. A very big one too. With lots of old books. This was a good place to read some journal entries.
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We found a nice spot were no one could easy my spot us and then we sat down and started reading the last entry.
This will be my final entry. I am of old age and very ill. This mansion has brought me many sorrow over the years. I have tried to rid this place of the entities that destroyed it but no priest nor saint could succeed. With my last year upon me and after a lot of thought I have bestowed upon two of my servents the responsibility of keeping people away from this mansion. They will be the only ones to enter and leave without being harmed. Seeing as burning the place does not work they will look after it.
Over the year's the entities that lived here got stronger with every person they killed. They would torture their minds before killing them in the most gruesome way. I have come to call these event's 'the trails' and it lasted two days the first day was silent but after midnight the entities would drive the people in the house mad and chase them around. The door would shut and not even me could open it. It would remain closed till everybody was dead. But once, being a bystander of these trials I killed the last man, he was greedy and a very bad man so I did not feel bad. I was ready to leave and go stay with my children. But they died before I could get out. Because if you take away their pleasure to kill the door remains shut for a week more.
