Ok so it starts out kinda slow but just to let you know I wrote sooo much more of the story already... I JUST CAN'T STOP WRITING! REVIEW BUT NICE STUFF ONLY PLEASE

Well before I get started here's the story

There's a very well known place around southern Louisiana. A place where voodoo was practiced, people were sacrificed… Then one day they were captured and used as slaves for the white folk that came and over ran their town.

As you can imagine… they didn't like that.

It's said that once the last of them died, a curse was put on the old manor in the center of town. A curse was put… on the WHITE man.

Now it seems Everyone has had something happen to them, even ME. Voices are heard, shadows are seen, people are hurt.

Some even go insane if the demons decided they liked to pick on them.

One person even disappeared and was found by the old manor. Some people say he was used as a sacrifice by the demons.

I don't know if I believe it but SOMETHING is here.

Well now you know the story so what could the mayor do but try to get some help?

So mayor Charles, a direct descent of Lois Charles who was the man who captured the slaves and who built Charles Manor, contacted the Ghost Adventures team.

When they heard what was happening to the whole town they immediately said yes.

Needless to say…word spread fast. "Did you hear? Mayor Charles FINALLY got help!" "Well what took him so long? I mean him being related to all that makes it even worse for him!"

The excited talk filled the town as people started to hope… we weren't doomed after all.

Let me tell you a little about myself.

I just graduated from high school about a year or two ago.

I'm going to college in the same haunted town I grew up in, Charlestown. Named after, of course, Lois Charles founder of the town.

My appearance 5'6" long, wavy auburn hair, naturally long eye lashes, reflective gold/brown eyes.

My best friend in high school said the boys would've fought to the death for me if it wasn't for my… weirdness.

Everyone was always afraid to go near the old Charles manor. I however smiled and talked about all the gruesome stories I've heard.

Then they gave me a look and slowly… backed… away. Oh c'mon! I'm not that bad. Am I? Oh well.

When I first saw Ghost Adventures, I fell in love.

I loved their style of investigating, I loved their appearance, I especially loved Zak. Yes you can say I have a crush on him *cough cough* obsession.

Okay well I just feel somehow attracted to him and I don't even know him!

Well I will, I thought mischievously a smile creeping on my full pink lips.

It was late October and I was on my way home from college. I didn't live far so I decided to live at home.

I loved walking home, it felt wonderful for some reason.

I listened to the familiar clack of my brown ankle boots against the cement. I suddenly stopped dead in my tracks and turned to the Charles manor.

Yes I have to pass by it everyday and yes I always stopped to stare at it. The place was deserted as usual.

I straightened my short jean skirt and fiddled with my long sleeved brown and gold t-shirt. It really brings out my eyes, I've been told and I absolutely love it.

It was a thin fabric because it was in the south it was like 80 something degrees in October.

I stared in awe at the towering wooden building. Now I did something I usually NEVER do.

I took a step forward in the driveway.

Surprisingly it wasn't a very long driveway and it was just a bunch of sand.

I licked my lips and took another step forward.

I suddenly felt a cold breeze and I rubbed my arms. What was that? I could've sworn I just saw a shadow…

RING RING RING.

I jumped as I took my eyes away and answered my phone.

"Hello?" "Where are you?" It was mom. I rolled my eyes. "I just stopped at the Charles manor real quick…" "for what?" I rolled my eyes again. "I'll be back soon mom, I swear." before she could reply I turned my phone off and put it in my pocket.

I took a few more quick steps and ran up to the front door.

Just a look, I thought. I wanted to see it before it would come on TV because I never actually been here and Zak's coming tomorrow.

Just a look, I repeated as I pushed the door open.

I studied the inside closely.

The furniture was old and dusty, they looked like antiques.

Some things looked as if they're untouched, others looked broken or like they'd been tossed around.

I walked to a peculiar object that looked like it was some sort of voodoo charm.

I bent down to examine it when the door slammed shut.

I stood straight and ran to the door.

Locked.

I felt a chill go through my spine. "who did that?," I asked my voice more steady then I felt.

I walked slowly to a hall with many doors on either side.

One was opened and it revealed a staircase leading to the basement. There has to be somewhere to go down there, I thought hurrying downstairs.

That door slammed shut too… I cussed.

Should've seen that coming.

"Let me out!" The only response I hoped for was the doors opening but I DID NOT get that.

A demonic voice laughed and I could hear it all around me.

A fire raged up from the floor as I saw shadows dancing, chanting on the wall.

I screamed as something knocked me down and pulled me into the fire