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It was fall; the trees were begining to lose their now shriveling leaves. The wind was cold and stung when it hit your face. The night was pitch black and it copied your every move; and the mansion? The mansion was haunted...

Charlie stood by the high black gate at the end of the driveway. It was one of those spike tipped fences to discourage people from tresspassing. He looked up the long driveway at the old Copperfield Mansion. The light was on in one of the windows. A sharp wind brought Charlie back into reality. He shivered and looked at his watch. The darkness had slowly been creeping up around him and he had to get home before it got too late. But the mansion pulled at his body, just daring him to go up that long driveway and into the deserted house. Curiosity pounded inside of his head, beating his mind to battered mush until the urge to discover what lye inside that mansion became too great. His right foot stepped forward. The wind howled at him, pushing him back with a force that was hard to stand against. A trash can on the sidewalk across the street fell over and startled Charlie. He spun around on his heel and almost fell over with the change of the wind from his front to his back. But after he located the source of his fears, he looked back to the mansion and his curiosity ran wild. The light which he'd been staring at was now off! The rumors about the ghost were true!! It was real. Fascination and fear drove him to take three more steps toward the entrance. Charlie slowly pushed the gate entrance aside and stepped into the vast yard. The wind stung his face and made the leaves dance about him in a beautifully terriffying haze; putting a veil between him and the path to the mansion. When the wind died down, Charlie followed the winding path up the hill to the forbidding darkness of the mansion. He shivered again, then proceded to make his way up to that forbidden ruin.

At the top of the hill, stood the mansion. It seemed darker to Charlie here then it was down by the street. He could now get a better look at the thing that willed him here. It must have had at least three levels, plus an attic. In it's younger days it must have been a gorgeous sight to see. The porch seemed to wrap around the mansion, with supporting pillars that looked like they were made out of marble. The stairs leading up to the porch were marble as well, but cracked with age and weathering. The mansion itself was made with a remarkably beautiful wood; not like anything Charlie had ever seen. Not only was the wood beautiful, it had designs carved onto almost every square inch of it. They looked like vines with flowers of some sort on them. Above the stairs were a pair of beautiful angels holding lyres. The angels had streaming locks of hair that flowed over their sholders and down their backs. It was remarkable that a mansion this old could still look so beautiful. The door to the mansion wasn't in very good shape, but it too was adorned with the many carvings the rest of the house possessed. The vines seemed to creep onto the door from every possible angle and meet in the absolute center of the door to make a symbol that Charlie couldn't quite make out. The doornob had vine chizzeled into it too. It wrapped itself around the nob in the most gracefull spiral to curl at the tip of the nob and rest there. It was absolutely stunning.

Charlie creeped up the marble stairs. Leaves crunched underneath of his feet and echoed through the dark night. He trembled with fright and excitement as the adrenaline pulsed through his veins. The wooden planks on the porch creeked with the force of his weight upon them and groaned as each footstep guided him to the door. He reached out his hand, grasped the doornob, turned it, and opened the door ever so slowly. The door screached in response to the sudden use of it's hinges after such a long time of remaining closed for so many years. Charlie stepped inside. The sudden darkness compared to outside shocked him. When his eyes adjusted, he looked around. The room was empty, but there were two staircases, both begining at opposite ends of the room, that curved up to the second floor. In between these two staircases, directly in front of him, was a single door to other rooms on the first floor. Charlie decided to start with the door that was directly in front of him. He walked over to it and turned the nob.....it was locked. Clearly something behind this door wasn't meant for visitors to see. Or perhaps it was just stuck. He tried it again and this time, it gave way with a loud crack. He peered in, but the only objects in this room were covered up furniture. No other doors that he could see.

Charlie closed the door and walked back out into the entrance way. Just then he heard a thump coming from the upstairs. His eyes darted up the stairs, but he could see nothing. His mind at that point told him to get out as fast as he could. Unfortunately another part of him wanted to go investigate. So naturally, he ignored the warnings his mind had so urgently given him and started toward the stairs. Before he went up, he examined both sets and decided that the staircase on the left was the safest. With his right hand on the railing, he ascended the stairs and found himself staring at a wall. He looked both ways and saw that it extended in each direction. After some consideration, he went left.

The hall was dark; very dark. The only light that illuminated it was the faint light the moon gave through the windows on his left. As Charlie walked down the hall, he could see the first of four doors. All of them were closed. The wind howled outside as he came to the first door and wrapped his fingers around the doornob. He gave it a quick, sharp shove and it came open with a squeak. The room he was now looking into looked like a bedroom. It had, what looked like, a small daybed, a dresser, and a wardrobe. This must have been a little girl's room from the looks of the chipped rose paint on the walls. There wasn't anything in here that would be of any significance. So Charlie stepped out back into the hall and went onto the second room.

All four of the rooms were bedrooms. The last one was the master bedroom and byfar the most elaborate. It had a king sized bed with a canopy draped over it, a bathroom that was decorated with beautiful walpaper and withered flowers (Charlie wondered how they had lasted this long), a dresser, a wardrobe, and a desk that was made out of, what looked like, oak. Everything in this room was beautiful and very expensive. As Charlie was walking out of the master bedroom, he heard a loud thump coming from somewhere higher in the house. He froze with fear, his heart rate accelerated, sweat began to perkalate on his forhead, and his legs started to shake from holding still. He wanted to run. He wanted to get out of that house as fast as possible. But he made his legs stay put. Whatever was in the house probably knew he was there. There was no point in leaving now, when he could get down to the bottom of this. When his legs began to steady themselves and his heart began to beat normally again, he took another step to go back to the other end of the house. But once he took that step, the first door he went into slammed shut. Then the second one, then the third...Charlie jumped and shook like a leaf as the doors he left open, swung themselves shut. The last door slammed shut to his left and a horrible, deep, haunted laugh echoed through the house. Charlie's legs sprang into action as he ran down the hall. But once he got to the top of the stairs, the laughing stopped. He waited for something to happen, but when it didn't he let go of the railing and looked around him. Charlie began to feel like someone was playing a trick on him. Anger surged through his body so violently that he screamed at the top of his lungs, "I will not be fooled by your trickery!! And if you think so, you're a damn fool!! I know you're there!! When I get my hands on you, THEN you'll be sorry you ever messed with Charlie Harborro!!" And with that he let out a crazed laugh.

Once he calmed himself down, he started to the other end of the hallway. This part of the house seemed to have a bathroom, a kitchen, and a dining room. Then Charlie noticed something he hadn't before....everything was very clean. No trash anywhere, no dust......it was as if it were cleaned just before he came. Shivers creeped up his back as if someone had ran a cold finger up along his spine. He whirled around, but no one was there. After he decided there was nothing more to discover on the second level of the house, he located the stairs and climed up to the third floor. This house was very old indeed. The third floor was for the servants or slaves of the household. It was separated into two giant rooms and it also had a bathroom (not as nice as the ones on the second floor). There were mattresses strewn along the floor of the two rooms with straw poking out of the sides where the seems had torn. It was really a depressing sight to see. So after seeing the former servant/slave rooms, Charlie went up the final set of stairs to the attic.

He pushed open the door to the attic and it let out a terrible ear piercing screech. As he closed the door behind him, he heard a cold voice say, "Do you like my house?" Charlie froze as he saw forming in front of him out of a thick white fog, a beautiful woman, a strong, tall man, and three children (two boys and a girl). The woman was thin and had her hair up in a complicated design on her head. Her lips were thin and her eyes were gentle. The man to her left was tall with thick brown hair and a mustache and beard. The three children that stood in front of their parents were ranging from the ages of six to ten. They all had brown hair like they're father and those soft, gentle doe eyes that they're mother posessed. "Well?" The woman said and then repeated, "Do you like my house?" Charlie was having a hard time swallowing this. The woman's eyes went cold. "I see...you do not then."
"No!! Of course I like y-your h-house!!" Charlie stammered.
"Then why did you not speak up? I think you're lying to me."
"N-no!! O-of course n-n-not!! It's a beautiful house!!!" He started to back away, but forgot that he had shut the door behind him and ran into it. He tried to open the door and run, but when he jiggled the handle it wouldn't budge. "No!!! No!!!" He said as he turned to the door and fought with the door.
"Not a very polite man is he my dear?" The man said. "But we can teach him that.......all in due time..." And as Charlie looked back, he saw a horrible grin stretch accross the man's face.
"No, no, no!!!! You aren't real! Y-you can't be real!!!" Charlie was squeeling and crying and shaking in a panic that he had never experienced before. The panic of survival. The panic of someone desperately clawing for some ray of hope for themselves; some way to escape the terrible fate that awaits them.
"Daddy, is he going to be our uncle?" The little girl said.
"Oh yes Amelia. Of course he will." The man said and the two little boys started chanting Charlie's name with joy.
"So Charlie Haborro...should I be sorry? Or is it you who should be sorry?" The man said. Charlie screamed at the top of his lungs.....

It was fall; the trees were begining to lose their now shriveling leaves. The wind was cold and stung when it hit your face. The night was pitch black and it copied your every move; and the mansion? The mansion was haunted...

David stood by the high black gate at the end of the driveway...

Description
It was fall; the trees were begining to lose their now shriveling leaves. The wind was cold and stung when it hit your face. The night was pitch black and it copied your every move; and the mansion? The mansion was haunted...

Charlie stood by the high black gate at the end of the driveway. It was one of those spike tipped fences to discourage people from tresspassing. He looked up the long driveway at the old Copperfield Mansion. The light was on in one of the windows. A sharp wind brought Charlie back into reality. He shivered and looked at his watch. The darkness had slowly been creeping up around him and he had to get home before it got too late. But the mansion pulled at his body, just daring him to go up that long driveway and into the deserted house. Curiosity pounded inside of his head, beating his mind to battered mush until the urge to discover what lye inside that mansion became too great. His right foot stepped forward. The wind howled at him, pushing him back with a force that was hard to stand against. A trash can on the sidewalk across the street fell over and startled Charlie. He spun around on his heel and almost fell over with the change of the wind from his front to his back. But after he located the source of his fears, he looked back to the mansion and his curiosity ran wild. The light which he'd been staring at was now off! The rumors about the ghost were true!! It was real. Fascination and fear drove him to take three more steps toward the entrance. Charlie slowly pushed the gate entrance aside and stepped into the vast yard. The wind stung his face and made the leaves dance about him in a beautifully terriffying haze; putting a veil between him and the path to the mansion. When the wind died down, Charlie followed the winding path up the hill to the forbidding darkness of the mansion. He shivered again, then proceded to make his way up to that forbidden ruin.

At the top of the hill, stood the mansion. It seemed darker to Charlie here then it was down by the street. He could now get a better look at the thing that willed him here. It must have had at least three levels, plus an attic. In it's younger days it must have been a gorgeous sight to see. The porch seemed to wrap around the mansion, with supporting pillars that looked like they were made out of marble. The stairs leading up to the porch were marble as well, but cracked with age and weathering. The mansion itself was made with a remarkably beautiful wood; not like anything Charlie had ever seen. Not only was the wood beautiful, it had designs carved onto almost every square inch of it. They looked like vines with flowers of some sort on them. Above the stairs were a pair of beautiful angels holding lyres. The angels had streaming locks of hair that flowed over their sholders and down their backs. It was remarkable that a mansion this old could still look so beautiful. The door to the mansion wasn't in very good shape, but it too was adorned with the many carvings the rest of the house possessed. The vines seemed to creep onto the door from every possible angle and meet in the absolute center of the door to make a symbol that Charlie couldn't quite make out. The doornob had vine chizzeled into it too. It wrapped itself around the nob in the most gracefull spiral to curl at the tip of the nob and rest there. It was absolutely stunning.

Charlie creeped up the marble stairs. Leaves crunched underneath of his feet and echoed through the dark night. He trembled with fright and excitement as the adrenaline pulsed through his veins. The wooden planks on the porch creeked with the force of his weight upon them and groaned as each footstep guided him to the door. He reached out his hand, grasped the doornob, turned it, and opened the door ever so slowly. The door screached in response to the sudden use of it's hinges after such a long time of remaining closed for so many years. Charlie stepped inside. The sudden darkness compared to outside shocked him. When his eyes adjusted, he looked around. The room was empty, but there were two staircases, both begining at opposite ends of the room, that curved up to the second floor. In between these two staircases, directly in front of him, was a single door to other rooms on the first floor. Charlie decided to start with the door that was directly in front of him. He walked over to it and turned the nob.....it was locked. Clearly something behind this door wasn't meant for visitors to see. Or perhaps it was just stuck. He tried it again and this time, it gave way with a loud crack. He peered in, but the only objects in this room were covered up furniture. No other doors that he could see.

Charlie closed the door and walked back out into the entrance way. Just then he heard a thump coming from the upstairs. His eyes darted up the stairs, but he could see nothing. His mind at that point told him to get out as fast as he could. Unfortunately another part of him wanted to go investigate. So naturally, he ignored the warnings his mind had so urgently given him and started toward the stairs. Before he went up, he examined both sets and decided that the staircase on the left was the safest. With his right hand on the railing, he ascended the stairs and found himself staring at a wall. He looked both ways and saw that it extended in each direction. After some consideration, he went left.

The hall was dark; very dark. The only light that illuminated it was the faint light the moon gave through the windows on his left. As Charlie walked down the hall, he could see the first of four doors. All of them were closed. The wind howled outside as he came to the first door and wrapped his fingers around the doornob. He gave it a quick, sharp shove and it came open with a squeak. The room he was now looking into looked like a bedroom. It had, what looked like, a small daybed, a dresser, and a wardrobe. This must have been a little girl's room from the looks of the chipped rose paint on the walls. There wasn't anything in here that would be of any significance. So Charlie stepped out back into the hall and went onto the second room.

All four of the rooms were bedrooms. The last one was the master bedroom and byfar the most elaborate. It had a king sized bed with a canopy draped over it, a bathroom that was decorated with beautiful walpaper and withered flowers (Charlie wondered how they had lasted this long), a dresser, a wardrobe, and a desk that was made out of, what looked like, oak. Everything in this room was beautiful and very expensive. As Charlie was walking out of the master bedroom, he heard a loud thump coming from somewhere higher in the house. He froze with fear, his heart rate accelerated, sweat began to perkalate on his forhead, and his legs started to shake from holding still. He wanted to run. He wanted to get out of that house as fast as possible. But he made his legs stay put. Whatever was in the house probably knew he was there. There was no point in leaving now, when he could get down to the bottom of this. When his legs began to steady themselves and his heart began to beat normally again, he took another step to go back to the other end of the house. But once he took that step, the first door he went into slammed shut. Then the second one, then the third...Charlie jumped and shook like a leaf as the doors he left open, swung themselves shut. The last door slammed shut to his left and a horrible, deep, haunted laugh echoed through the house. Charlie's legs sprang into action as he ran down the hall. But once he got to the top of the stairs, the laughing stopped. He waited for something to happen, but when it didn't he let go of the railing and looked around him. Charlie began to feel like someone was playing a trick on him. Anger surged through his body so violently that he screamed at the top of his lungs, "I will not be fooled by your trickery!! And if you think so, you're a damn fool!! I know you're there!! When I get my hands on you, THEN you'll be sorry you ever messed with Charlie Harborro!!" And with that he let out a crazed laugh.

Once he calmed himself down, he started to the other end of the hallway. This part of the house seemed to have a bathroom, a kitchen, and a dining room. Then Charlie noticed something he hadn't before....everything was very clean. No trash anywhere, no dust......it was as if it were cleaned just before he came. Shivers creeped up his back as if someone had ran a cold finger up along his spine. He whirled around, but no one was there. After he decided there was nothing more to discover on the second level of the house, he located the stairs and climed up to the third floor. This house was very old indeed. The third floor was for the servants or slaves of the household. It was separated into two giant rooms and it also had a bathroom (not as nice as the ones on the second floor). There were mattresses strewn along the floor of the two rooms with straw poking out of the sides where the seems had torn. It was really a depressing sight to see. So after seeing the former servant/slave rooms, Charlie went up the final set of stairs to the attic.

He pushed open the door to the attic and it let out a terrible ear piercing screech. As he closed the door behind him, he heard a cold voice say, "Do you like my house?" Charlie froze as he saw forming in front of him out of a thick white fog, a beautiful woman, a strong, tall man, and three children (two boys and a girl). The woman was thin and had her hair up in a complicated design on her head. Her lips were thin and her eyes were gentle. The man to her left was tall with thick brown hair and a mustache and beard. The three children that stood in front of their parents were ranging from the ages of six to ten. They all had brown hair like they're father and those soft, gentle doe eyes that they're mother posessed. "Well?" The woman said and then repeated, "Do you like my house?" Charlie was having a hard time swallowing this. The woman's eyes went cold. "I see...you do not then."
"No!! Of course I like y-your h-house!!" Charlie stammered.
"Then why did you not speak up? I think you're lying to me."
"N-no!! O-of course n-n-not!! It's a beautiful house!!!" He started to back away, but forgot that he had shut the door behind him and ran into it. He tried to open the door and run, but when he jiggled the handle it wouldn't budge. "No!!! No!!!" He said as he turned to the door and fought with the door.
"Not a very polite man is he my dear?" The man said. "But we can teach him that.......all in due time..." And as Charlie looked back, he saw a horrible grin stretch accross the man's face.
"No, no, no!!!! You aren't real! Y-you can't be real!!!" Charlie was squeeling and crying and shaking in a panic that he had never experienced before. The panic of survival. The panic of someone desperately clawing for some ray of hope for themselves; some way to escape the terrible fate that awaits them.
"Daddy, is he going to be our uncle?" The little girl said.
"Oh yes Amelia. Of course he will." The man said and the two little boys started chanting Charlie's name with joy.
"So Charlie Haborro...should I be sorry? Or is it you who should be sorry?" The man said. Charlie screamed at the top of his lungs.....

It was fall; the trees were begining to lose their now shriveling leaves. The wind was cold and stung when it hit your face. The night was pitch black and it copied your every move; and the mansion? The mansion was haunted...

David stood by the high black gate at the end of the driveway...