The door lead into a room quite the opposite of the one they had just left, not very long, but it was very wide. A massive dinner table lay in the middle of the room and dominated the majority of the space, it was covered with purple velvet cloth. There were many pictures surrounding the table, and one of them, Aoi noted, had a young man in navy blue suit and navy blue tie, and a white silk shirt

"This must be the Dining room," Aoi sumrised, "Its to large for one person to eat in, and he must have felt lonely, I wonder why his family didnt live with him?." She stared across the room and at the chandelier that would have gleamed if there were much light in the room, and then the picture of a happy family that didnt include the man from before behind the chandelier. Each place at the table had a high backed, wooden chair and a black, velvet mat for your meal to rest on. They took a counter-clockwise route around the table, staring at the artwork and pictures on the wall and at the elaborate centrepieces and candlestick holders along the dining table.

When they finally made their way three-quarters of the way around the table, they noticed another door, leading off from the dining room. "It's probably the kitchen," Arabelle guessed.

As they opened the door, they realised that Arabelle was right, rows of ovens and sinks and tabletops devoted to chopping and cutting. The tile floor was glowing white and their shoes left dirty imprints on it's surface. Through another door was a fully stocked pantry, Arabelle had stared hungrily at the pantry and even slightly drooled and rose her arm to take something to much on, but stopped because of the dangerous look Aoigave her. She grumbled but continued exploring.

She stepped forward until she was directly behind Aoi, who had stopped nearly walked into the back of Aoi's legs. Arabelle was about to ask her what she was doing when she followed her eyes. Arabelle nearly cried out in surprise. In front of them, directly across the table, was a man. The top of his head was bald, but the back of his head was covered with thick white hair, that wrapped around his face to form a beard. He stared at the two of them, his face completely expressionless. Despite his outward demeanor, Arabelle felt an almost overwhelming feeling of resent coming from him. Though she could have just been imagining it, due to the state her frightened mind was in.
The kitchen's walls were right next to both of them, so he had passed them, and the feeling was rather otherworldly, and the change of atmosphere from warm to storage freezing cold in miliseconds was unbeleivable! But his glare...It was terryfying, to say the least, it was enough to freeze Arabelle in place, even her wide, terrefied gray eyes couldnt blink.
While Arabelle was frozen, Aoi, after making sure that he ghost had dissapeared, had seretly felt releifed, because she didnt have to use her talent.
She spot a switch and flipped it open, and thousands of tiny lights in the chandelier flickered to life, flooding the room with light. Aoi averted her eyes a bit as the glare from the hundreds of well polished pieces of silverware sat at each place on the table hit her.

"Wait a minute," Aoi said, looking confused, "I don't remember there being any silverware, or food in that matter."

Arabelle, because of her split personality,had broken out of her strance and was now standing, her eyebrows raised as she sat at a chair, "There must have been, knives and forks don't just appear out of nowhere, nor does food. Besides it was dark, they wouldn't stand out as much as they do now would they?" As she grabbed a fork and opted to stick it into a chicken to gobble it up, but Aoi glared at her," You can smell food, you doofus."
"Well, dont tell me you were staring at the plate all the while were here, even when we, ah, imagined that thing?" Silence was her answer.

Aoi didn't want to believe that, but she walked out of the room thinking of how Arabelle was to gullible and naive.

They had left the dining room, but as they were walking, Aoi had noticed a strange statue,turning to point to the spot where the strange, creature-like statue sat she murmured"I never saw that before. It's giving me a weird feeling, like it's glaring at me."

Arabelle stopped, and turned to look at it. She examined it from her spot behind Aoi, just a few feet away from it. At first glance it appeared to be an ordinary statue, but on closer examination, the eyes weren't normal. In fact, if Jenna would have had to describe it, they almost looked like… like they were glaring. She shrugged it of.
Arabelle smirked. "You and your imagination."

Aoi stared at Arabelle, "So you think that even the ghost was our imagination?." but the blonde had pretended to have not been listening, and continued moving.
Fine then, Thought Aoi ,Two can play that game!

A.N
Yuki's name has been changed to Aoi.
Her hair color is also bubblegum pink which she usually highlights.
She has honey amber like gold eyes.
Arabelle has split personality disorder.
Now, I'm tired so I'll stop!