The next morning, Pippa had just about gotten over the fright of the previous night. Being terrified of spiders, she had decided to sleep on the sofa downstairs that night, just in case the spider was still there. In her room...

The day was pretty normal. At around one in the afternoon there was a knock at the door and Pippa heard her mother bustle to the door, unlock it and open it. There were loud greetings and Pippa came to the top of the stairs in interest. She looked down curiously to see whom the visitor was, and was stunned to see a young man with long, dark hair standing at the bottom of the stairs and in a conversation with her mother.

Pippa ran to her bedroom and hurriedly dressed in a simple flowery dress, purely because it was the first thing she happened to pick out of the drawer, before running down the stairs and nearly tripping.

She could hear a deep voice in the kitchen and so she slipped in there to have a look around.

Sure enough the man was there. He looked in his late twenties, judging by his features which she saw clearly as he looked up at her, smiling.

Her mother looked up as well, her hair slightly out of its usually neat bun.

"Oh, love. Come in and have a seat. This is James and he's come here to welcome us to the town, isn't that nice? James, this is my daughter, Pippa." He smiled wider. " to meet you." He nodded his head politely, a sheet of his hazel hair falling over his right eye.

Pippa curtsied without thinking, feeling extremely shy. She wasn't ever any good at meeting new people and she was eager to impress.

"James, the pleasure is all mine." She replied politely. James laughed slightly, much to Pippa's embarrassment.


Later that day, all three of them were sitting in the living room and having a very interesting talk about the house, and the stories surrounding it. Some of them were in fact quite disturbing, but all of them about the numerous ghosts that were said to haunt the house.

James was an excellent storyteller and his voice was so gently entrapping that Pippa found herself feeling genuinely part of the events in the tales. The one that Pippa found most disturbing was about how a child had been found dead in a bricked up room of the house in 1910. She was sure it wasn't true, but that didn't stop it from playing on her mind for the rest of the day.


That night, as she had promised, she slept downstairs on the sofa. She had brought down her quilt and pillow and was dozing off into a peaceful sleep, when she heard something that made her blood freeze.

It sounded like someone shuffling quickly across the floor, just a few feet away from her. She couldn't open her eyes, she was too afraid of what she might see. Her heart was thumping violently against her chest and her blood seemed to have turned to ice in her veins.

The shuffling stopped and then started again several times. With each shuffle it sounded as though whatever it was, it was getting closer to her. She tried to scream, but she couldn't. The fear was choking her.

She pulled the covers over her head rapidly and lay there sobbing quietly. She knew it couldn't be her parents because she knew they'd be well asleep by now.

She could feel the thing getting closer and closer to her. She was almost completely sure that the temperature in the room had fallen as she was extremely cold even though she was under a thick, heavy quilt.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to scream. It was very difficult, but it worked. Her loud screech echoed around the old house and woke her parents instantly.

Pippa heard her mother rush down the stairs noisily and throw open the door to the living room.

"What is it Pippa?" She cried, clearly shaken at such a sudden waking.

"There's something there, mum."

"What are you talking about? It's just you and me here, nothing else. Your dad's must have been's cold in here..."

"Yes..I must have been dreaming.."