Hello. Time for another story. I got this idea from a ghost story I read when I was a kid. I don't remember who wrote it but I hope I did it justice. Please R&R and enjoy the story.

Ch One

"I don't know where you guys are taking us." Raphael Hamato groused in the back seat of The Hamato Famly car, staring out the window behind the driver's seat. "But is it much further?" He shifted around and pulled at the collar of his red kimono.

"Yes, I too am very curious as to where we are going?" Donnie admitted smoothing his hands down along his own purple kimono. He was also in the back seat sitting directly behind the passenger seat, with Mikey in between him and Raph. "It does seem to be very isolated and rather far away from civilization."

"And besides that it's in the middle of nowhere!" Mikey grumbled adjusting the sleeves of his orange kimono before putting his head on his fists with a heavy sigh.

Splinter chuckled as he drove the family car up a steep road leading up to a large white building sitting up atop a large cliff next to the Atlantic ocean. "Yes, the inn is quite isolated from the rest of the coastal communities and the nearest town is fifty miles away but it is suppose to be a very nice place so I thought we should check it out for our vacation."

Leo stared out the car window from the passenger side in the front seat, watching as a large white building rose up in front of them. "It is beautiful." He agreed as Splinter parked the car. "It looks more like the home of a wealthy family then a hotel though." He got out of the car and smoothed his blue kimono of the wrinkles before walking forward to the entrance of the inn.

"It probably was." Donnie stated as he got out of the car and took in the sight of the beautiful surroundings. "At one time anyway."

The hotel was a luxurious old place of Victorian design with a vast, sweeping lawn and dozens of blooming flowers surrounding it. The five Hamatos walked up to the entrance which led to large white double doors with red trim. They entered and the boy's eyes widen upon seeing a grand entry way. Straight ahead was another large room with couches and easy chairs that faced a large flat screen TV. To the side were arcade games, a foosball table and a very large pool table.

To their right was a set of french double doors that lead to a grand dining room with two large chandeliers hanging from the high ceilings. On their left was the entrance to the lobby where a tall teenage boy with dark hair and a gap tooth smile came walking out. "Welcome to the O'Neil inn." He greeted them. "My name is Casey Jones. Please follow me." He picked up the few bags they had brought with them and walked them over to the desk where they met the innkeeper, a middle-aged man of medium build with a balding head that sported red hair and along his jaw line was a well trimmed red beard.

He rose from his desk and smiled upon seeing his new guests. "Welcome to my inn." He greeted them in a soft voice with his hand outstretched. "My name is Kirby O'Neil." He told them shaking Splinter's paw. "I hope you enjoy your stay with us Mr. Hamato and your fine sons too." He handed Splinter the sign in book and Splinter signed them in. "Dinner is at six sharp." Kirby informed them. He then called Casey over to escort them to their rooms.

They followed Casey up a long and winding staircase when suddenly Michelangelo stopped walking and looked around. "This place is nice but my ninja vibes are telling me that there is something very creepy here." He stared up at the high ceilings and felt a strange foreboding feeling come over him.

"Your imagination is just running away with you again Mikey." Raph commented.

"Sure, your probably just tired." Donnie added. "It's only a little after five so we have time before supper, maybe you should take a nap."

"I don't need a nap bros." Mikey insisted. "I'm telling you there is something weird about this place." They came to the top of the stairs where in front of them was a large grandfather clock that ticked slowly and the hands stayed permanently on the twelve o'clock hour.

"What's with the clock?" Raph asked.

"Oh, it's been stuck on twelve for over two hundred years." Casey said nonchalantly.

"For two hundred years!" Donnie exclaimed. "Why does no one fix it."

"We've tried to fix it but because of the..."Casey stopped speaking and looked sideways at the family who stared back at him in curiosity. "Uh... well...let's just say it broke when it was brought over from England back in the eighteen hundreds."

Donnie and Raph exchanged looks while Mikey felt a shiver run up and down his spine. Something about what Casey said, as well as how he said it, made him feel slightly fearful of the place they would be staying for the next week.