Freddie James Woods's Story

Freddie had to get a lift from his father, who dropped him off a few miles away, nagging him about being more independent. Freddie had then caught the bus, oh how much he despised public buses. They always smelt a little strange and he always felt the way in which people watched him with disapproving eyes. In his hand was an object that resembled a large briefcase, only it wasn't for business documents and it was hardly ordinary to see somebody his age with a briefcase for business. His father had even said goodbye in a worried tone, reminding him to call him if there was any trouble. It was as if his father was sure that this was the last time that they'd see each other. If he knows something bad would happen, why would he send me? Freddie thought, pondering as the bus came to a halt to drop off an old couple. Behind him, two teenagers were grinning and making jokes about everyone on the bus. It was like the journey he used to take to school before he asked his dad to drive him in.

The bus dropped him off at the side of the road somewhere, Freddie clutched the case that held all of his equipment. "Dad will be so proud once I come back with the ghosts," he smiled to himself, feeling his excitement get the better of him. Freddie began to walk down the road, dreaming about what would happen when he returned victorious.

Soon enough, Freddie found himself staring blankly at Droyt Manor, amazed by what he was looking at.

Angelique had walked throught the town. The people walked by her without a glance. "I'm just an ordinary looking person after all." She murmered as she walked into the town's library. The place was rather dingy and musty, but it had books upon books as far as the eye could see. She ignored the librarian and headed to the back of the library where the records were stored. Its was best to find info from this town then off the internet after. She pulled out the most recent recorded dated about 25 years ago. "Mei Droyt, the daughter of the family who previously lived there was supposedly killed by a fall off the balcony. The house later caught fire that day burning down a section of the manor and killing ****** Droyt...?" The last part was blacked out and confused Angelique. She sighed and went back to the records. It seemed there were numerous possibilities for ghosts, but the taxi driver's words on a girl being seen lead her to finding a picture of Mei. The photo had been taken of Mei in highschool. The piercing glare and ghostly looks sent a chill down her spine. She shut the computer off and grabbed the records she found, it was all she would need before heading to the mansion.

An expresso and donut later, Angel trudged up the unforgiving slope to the mansion. The path was twisted and curvy, but at the top a rolling grassland of green grash greeted her. The mansion set in the sea of the grasses. She laughed almost at the sight, it was the typical giant, creepy, horror-movie-like mansion. "This job might be a fake..." Approahing the building she noticed another figure. A boy with a briefcase, that was normal. Either way Angel approached him, hoping to find out if he was a ghost or not. "Excuse me..?"