A figure dressed in black overlooks the crowd seeing her cousin, going to marry a slave traders daughter. "That redheaded, green eyed woman will be his wife, blah!" She yells as her cape whooshes behind her as she walks down the steps.
"Congratulations cousin." She says kissing Jonathon on the cheek. "And to you to Miss Nellie." She bowed to her and Nellie cursied.
"So cousin, do you plan on staying on Jekyll Island, or move somewhere else?" "Boy, for being 15, you ask adult questions." Jonathon said.
"It's ok, Jonathon." Nellie said. "We plan on living on St. Simons, just up the road." Nellie said pointing out the window. "Well, have a wonderful time and enjoy your lives together."
The dark rider turned on her heels and walked out. "I swear, she seems so kind." Nellie said with a smile. "She sometimes scares me to death." Jonathon said laughing.
"Mr.Jacobs, you have to deal with a matter in the dining hall, will you please hurry, it's an emergency." A servant said.
"Thank you Jeffery." Jonathon said. "Nellie, meet me in my quarters, I will be back in a minute." Jonathon walks into the dining area and Nellie goes to his library.
When she walks in the door, she knows something is wrong. "Hello aNellie!" A black figue jumps out at her and stabbed her chest. "Now you can't marry him."
Nellie fell to the ground dead and her killer ran into the darkness. "Nellie?" Jonathon asked to the room. He saw a hand drapped over the couch and he saw Nellie dead wwith a knife sticking out of her chest.
"No!" He yelled picking up her body. He picked up her body and carried it into the ballroom. The people stopped dancing and saw him crying.
The dark rider was galloping away from the house when she saw green clouds over shadowing the house. "What?" She whispered. She kicked her black fresian into a run and just as she arrived at the door her cousin came onto the steps holding two pistols.
"Get off that damn horse!" He yelled. "What happened?" The rider asked. "Don't pretend you don't know, Sarah." Jonathan yelled at her. "What happened, please tell me!" Sarah pleaded.
"You killed my fiance." "Now you must pay!" He aimed the gun at her and fired. "No!" She yelled. Jonathan then shot himself and green lightining flashed the house and the people inside were trapped inside... forever.
"Brock, I don't want to go to Georgia!" Reba complained. "Stop complaining, I don't wanna go either, but we have to go." Brock said throwing her bags into the back of the car.
"Dang!" Reba said getting into the passenger seat. "Bye guys!" Brock yelled waving to the kids and BJ. "Ok, Reba what do you wanna talk about?" "Reba?" Brock heard her snoring and he laughed.
When they made it to Albany, Georgia, Reba woke up. "How long was I aslep?" Reba asked. "Oh." Reba said as Brock pointed to the sign "Welcome to Albany." Reba turned up the radio and the song Whiskey Lullaby was playing .
Reba and Brock finished the chorus in close harmony and they high fived when it was done. "Oh yeah!" Reba yelled. "We got that song down pat!" Brock said and he slammed on breaks quickly.
"Detour?" They asked in unison. They turned down the dirt road and it ed them to a rundown cotton plantation and it looked very, very eeirie.
"Oh my gosh, you're kidding me?" "This is the house, I've got to sell?" Reba asked getting out of the car looking at the huge estate.
"Hey, you always loved a challenge." Brock teased. "Hey look at this." Reba said getting on her knees and seeing a large hoofprint.
"Hmm?" "Maybe, people with horses live around here?" Brock asked. "I know, but still it's very hard." Reba said knocking it and it gave her a red mark on her fingers.
"I don't know." Brock shrugged. "Let's go see if the owner is home." Brock said getting back into the car. "Ok." Reba said.
They drove across a bridge and a river under it and when they pulled up to the entrance, a raven scared Reba.
"Ahh!" She yelled. "I'm gona try and get in." Brock said. "No wait, what's that?" Reba asked pointing behind the plantation.
"Oh my god!" Reba shrieked as Brock came running. "Oh wow." Brock murmmured looking at the thousands of graves behind the plantation.
"Huh?" "That's different." Brock said. Thunder rumbled and it started raining. "Oh dang." Reba said as she and Brock ran under the porch. Brock went and knocked on the door and an unseen being opened the door.
The two walked in and the door closed by itself. "Hello?" Reba yelled. "Hello?" A voice called. A blonde haired girl dressed in black came from the darkness.
'Who are you?" Reba asked. "I am Sarah Jacobs, I live here." Sarah said with a southern drawl like Reba's. "Well, I'm Reba and this is Brock." Reba said pointing at him.
"Oh gosh." Sarah said looking behind them. "Looks like there is no leaving our plantation tonight." Sarah said turning on her heels.Reba pointed at her cape, which was soaking wet and ripped badly.
"Well, we have no plans, so." Brock said. Reba and Brock followed Sarah down a dark hallway and neither of them knew what they were getting into.
