"Camera bag?" My Dad turned to check I had the $180 camera with me. We stepped off the Ferry and onto the Welsh Island's dock. It would have been beautiful, if not for the fog that eerily wrapped around the small town.

"Yup," I gave a thumbs up and turned to see the empty boat leave.

"This place is so empty, I mean, we were the only ones on the boat." I nodded slowly at my sister, taking in the deserted streets.

"Ferry, not boat, it was a Ferry," I corrected without thinking about it. "The only thing I'm worried about is how long until I crack." She gave a wide-eyed look at the town. "Not like that, Stormy. I'm not going to turn into Jack The Ripper or something," I sighed.

"Priest Hole, Priest Hole, Priest Hole," My Mum said in her British accent, trying to find a sign to guide us.

"I meant from curiosity, I'm already trying not to walk away and well… explore," I always get in trouble because of my curiosity. "So how long are we staying here again?" Another thing I get in trouble for: How little I pay attention to people. Well, boring people.

"You weren't listening, were you, Sara?" She shook her head at me, her straight, brunette hair, flying in the mild wind.

"Does she ever?" My other sister, Nova came over, Because she was 10, she was just as bored as I looked. Her blonde hair was straight too, her eyes a pale blue, and if you were to look at the two of us we were different as day and night. (I was night). My extremely curly chocolate brown hair and eyes that managed to be just as dark blue as the oceans, pale skin and the quirky smile that was always on my face, always set us drastically apart. "We're here for two weeks,".

"Thanks," I had a sinking feeling as I remembered my family was jam-packing everything into every little second, of every vacation.

"Is that it?" My Mother pointed at a tall church across town.

"It might be," My Dad said in his own British accent.

I sighed, "Be right back," I marched across the street and asked a woman for directions. Marching back I found my parents having the same conversation.

"It could be it," My Dad said.

"It's not," I said flatly, I was tired, Jet-lagged, and I wanted to explore. "It's over there, " I repeated the directions from the lady and after being interrogated and shunned for crossing the street without permission, we found ourselves in the only available room on this small, almost dead, island.

I wondered into the master bedroom where my parents were unpacking and swung myself back and forth on the doorframe. "Can I explore?" My Mum looked up.

"Yes but don't go too far, and be back before dark," Wow, I was expecting a no.

"Well, that's the thing, I kinda want to explore… a path… or something," she put some of her T-shirts in a drawer.

"What path?" I stopped swinging for a second.

"I don't know, it was an example," She continued to unpack.

"Are you unpacked?"

"Yes," I had thrown my bag under my bed, that was good enough.

"You didn't throw it under your bed?" Shoot.

"Nope," I didn't throw it, per say.

"Well, Ok, but bring your sisters, and be back before nightfall," I swung myself into the master bedroom and grabbed 3 IPhones off the table which was being used as a charging station, and was out the door before my mother had turned around. After nightfall it is.

"Sara!" Nia complained as I started to poke around the old, crumbled and creepy house. "You can't go in there! It could be dangerous!"

Sighing I turned around, and grabbed two IPhones out of my pocket, "If you let me poke around and take pictures, I'll let you use these," The IPhones, had been confiscated because of Nia's terrible behavior on the plane, we all paid for it. Both girls agreed happily and I crept around the house, my 42mm lens trained on anything that would interest me.

I found the back door open and strolled inside, I snapped a pic of moldy coats with a background of the sky, several of the unique banister, and some of the trees and plants growing inside the house itself. When I made it back outside to the front, the air was colder and it was close to sunset.

"Ready to go?" They groaned as they got up, and I took back the phones with some needed force. We walked along the long path and I stopped to take a picture of the orange sky reflected in the muddy bog water, something flew past my head, making me crouch on instinct.

"My ball!" I turned to see Nia almost fall down in the muddy clumps of bog and bog water.

"You had a ball? Since when do you need a ball? And how did it go all the way out there? " I gave my camera to Stormy and carefully chose my path on the mounds sticking out of the water.

"It's for when I get bored on an island with nothing fun to do, and I threw it at Stormy," She replied. The way she said it almost made me turn around and make her get it herself. But instead I did something far worse.

"I still have your phone, if I fall in, I can't guaranty it's safety," That shut her up. "What kind of ball was it? Forget it, but if it isn't floating, it's not coming back," I yelled, they were almost out of sight because of the fog, and I vowed to get revenge for getting my Dalek socks wet later. (The only item of clothing I care about getting them wet, and it's on my feet)

I came to a small island and almost waded to it. "If there are ANY leaches," I muttered. I hate leaches, so much. I think spiders are adorable, snakes are way cool, rats and mice don't bother me in the slightest, I used to have a fear of needles, but now I'm over it. But I HATE leaches.

Lucky for me the infernal ball had landed on a small island. I scooped down to pick it up, and that's when I saw it. The cave. "Hello?" I wasn't trying to get anyone's attention, I was actually trying to see how deep it went, it seemed to go pretty far according to my echo.

I stood up, the last rays of sunlight blinding me, and picked up some sticks. I couldn't explore the cave now, but I could try to later. Whamming sticks into the mounds of soil, I made a path of sorts, and when I made it to the path my sisters were curious.

"What are you doing?" Stormy handed me my camera and I gave Nova her ball.

"Experiment," I lied "I want to see how much the water rises every day from each point, you know to see if the water is level or not, and if it rises-"

"Yeah, yeah another boring experiment," I had a lot of "Boring Experiments" at home, including things that would make my Mum scream in horror and my Dad shriek himself. I tensed up with the thought of having to stop them from ruining ANY of them.

"Let's go," Stormy said, sensing my mood and trying to get us home in one piece.

"Yeah, good idea,"

-Time skip Brought to you by Nia's Ball-

"I think I'll explore again," I was with my family the next afternoon, just walking upstairs to our room as our parents planned tomorrow's activities. Today, I was pulled into the museum here that had actually been the church my parents believed was our motel... If you can call it a motel.

My mother looked at me funny. "YOU want to go outside? Are you feeling ok?"

I smiled. If my parents made me go inside and settle down, and do something, I wouldn't want to go outside, but vise versa, if I was doing something outside and if my parents made me go inside, I just wouldn't want to.

"Yeah I just found a house and I want to take pictures." My dad gave me a stern look.

"Sara, that's illegal," I tried to keep my temper when he interrupted me. "Even if it is in ruins, it's still illegal,"

I sighed, "Ok, then I'll take pictures of it from the path." This seemed to satisfy him and he nodded, my Mum agreed and I brought my camera along in a waterproof case, just to take pictures of the cave, which I had learned that morning was called a cairn.

I hopped on the same mounts the sticks were, carefully trying not to get impaled. When I reached the island, the midday sun was covered by clouds and it seemed dim and dreary, I loved it. I love dim and dreary days, almost as much as I like starry nights.

I army crawled through the entrance of the strangely shaped grave (I also learned this in the museum that morning) and into a cavern with a low ceiling. With my flashlight, I saw markings at the back of the wall, none of which I could read, so I snapped a picture with both my IPhone and my camera.

I took a few more pictures in the cave by lighting stuff up with my flashlight (I wouldn't recommend doing this without experience or it might turn out terrible).

Growing bored of the cairn, I put my camera away and started climbing out.

"Emma's coming! Hide, Olive!" Someone whispered from behind the Cairns entrance, right above me, or so it felt.

I slid back farther into the cairn's mouth, and hid in the shallow shadows below the entrance. "Claire! Shut up, you'll give the two of us away!" Another girls voice answered.

"Actually, there are three of us here," I heard a third voice, a guy about my age... Judging on his voice.

"I CAN HEAR YOU!" A fourth voice came from farther away. Being slightly scared of strangers and extremely shy when I'm shooting pictures, I snuggled deeper in the crevasse I was in.

"Millard," a harsh but silent whisper came from the first girl... Claire.

I heard footsteps and risked inching to the cavern. I was almost halfway when a shadow passed the entrance.

"HAHA GOT YOU OLIVE! AND YOU TOO CLAIRE!" Emma's cries bounced around the cave a bit, putting me on edge.

"MILLARD'S HERE TOO!" There was a slight scuffle.

"That's it, I am NEVER hiding with you again," Millard answered.

"You ALWAYS say that when we play hide and seek," Olive pointed out.

"Isn't it time for lunch? I think I'll go check," I expected a shadow blocking the light in the cave for a second, but nothing happened. I heard the footsteps come by then recede.

"We should go, too," Olive, Claire and Emma's shadows moved across the mouth and I climbed forward again.

Slowly, I poked my head out of the Cairn's entrance and ducked behind the outside. I sucked in a breath and had a single laugh, before facing the entrance of the cave and snapping a shot.

After taking a picture of the blazing sun through the treetops, I strapped my camera bag up and slung it over my shoulder. Determined now to follow those kids. The sun would be out for probably another hour and a half, maybe two hours, but I leaped from mound to mound, letting the fresh footsteps guide me to the path. I saw the wet shoe shaped prints headed to the abandoned house, and followed them quickly and quietly.

I noticed the lawn first. "How did you get like this?" I asked it, not really caring it was an inanimate object. The lawn was completely trimmed, everything was nice and orderly, so completely different then what it was yesterday. Strange.

All the trees were perfect, not even a branch was out of place, I strolled down the path, making sure to keep in the shadows, hopefully out of sight.

The house was in perfect condition, the trees that had been growing inside had completely disappeared. Tall windows took their place, white columns and a grand white house stood completely intact.

"This didn't happen overnight," I swallowed. "Am I dreaming?" No, your dreams make even less sense then this does, so this can't be a dream. I brushed a leaf to make sure it was real. "Not a dream, or my imagination, I'm certainly not dead, that I'm sure of, and so..." I trailed off the two other options seeming almost impossible.

"When you've deducted the improbable, then whatever remains, no matter how impossible, must be the truth," Quoting the great detective himself.

I crept across the yard into where I remembered a slight blind spot was. "So I've either traveled through time, gone to a parallel dimension or..." The last made me feel insane for believing. "Magic," I did believe in the most childish of things, dragons, fairies, I'll even take trolls, but magic, even in his situation, seemed very unlikely. "Time travel it is then,".

I tucked my hair behind my ear and peered into the window next to me. It was extremely cozy; six fancy, fluffy chairs faced a fireplace, old pictures and portraits hung on walls over a new patterned wallpaper. All the chairs were taken, except for one, and I could hear a meeting of some kind taking place.

"I don't know, I never saw them!" Emma exclaimed.

"I have been told this, but I need a description!" A lady in the corner with a beak-like nose replied. "Did any of you see them?" Emma, Olive, Claire, and a sandy haired boy shook their heads.

"I'm going to go make tea, so I'll be right back," the empty chair moved a bit and I peaked in a bit more. The door opened and closed on it's own, leaving me in confusion.

"Curiouser and curiouser," I quoted yet another of my favorite books. Then checked to see where the sun was, I would have to leave in about an hour to get to the room before dark.

"Fine, then I supose there is no need in keeping you, however, We need to gather everyone here to tell them." The lady sent the sandy blonde kid-Jacob- to gather everyone.

I sighed, maybe this was completely ordinary, maybe my mind had played tricks on me and the house was like this the entire time, or maybe it was a different house I saw, hidden by the forest practically surrounding the house. The kids had gathered into the room now, and just out of spite, I took a picture of everyone.

With a false security, I looked at the picture and noticed the odd clothes everyone was wearing. Everyone was dressed as if they were going to a 1940's reenactment fair. Except for one small boy who was dressed as a sir. Literally, I giggled a bit as I saw this, he had a monocle and top hat, as well as a waistcoat and I was surprised he didn't have a drawn on mustache. I actually like this kid, he had potential.

"I have some terrible news, children." I turned my attention now on the people inside. Terrible news= interested Sara. "A wight was heard inside the entrance to loop, and we have to be alert and cautious at all times now understand?" A few of the children nodded and a thought struck me. Was she their nanny? Too many kids that looked too different to be siblings. Nanny... Stay at home Nanny? No, they treated her as a superior, like a caretaker... To few Nannies have that control over their kids... Teacher? No, the house is too big and too comfy to be solely for teaching... Headmistress? This idea was plausible. And what was a wight?

"This means no going to the village, at all, understand? Not even with a friend. We will have Jacob on guard duty, and two of you will be on watch at all times." A collective groan came from the kids and I realized it was me they were talking about, which ment it was my fault they were on lock down. If I came clean, and told them about being in the cairn, and trespassing (although if I'm lucky I wouldn't need to mention that) maybe these kids would be saved from boredom, however, this lady doesn't look like she would take a simple: OOPSIE! And would try to talk to my parents, and if they found out...

"It's rude to eavesdrop," a voice from behind me made my body tense up.