A/N: Okay here is chapter three I decided to post till Sam showed up then stop to see what people think of if anyone is reading it. Thanks to my Beta Pinktink79, go check out here story's please.

Chapter Three- In the Abandoned House.

Finally coming out of my thoughts, I realized that we have found her room. It had her name on the door. 'Lilly, pretty name,' I thought. But kind of ironic now seeing how lilies are the flower of death. I kind of felt sorry for her. I mean she died so young. She was my age and she died over a lie. A lie that the boyfriend owned up to a little too late in my opinion. I bet he felt really guilty and he should have too. I mean come on, he was the reason she was dead. If he had never lied to his girlfriend, she would have never gone all psycho and killed her best friend.

So there we were, standing in the middle of the room, looking around. It looked like the typical teenage girl's room. Out of the corner of my eye I thought that I saw something so I turned to look but saw nothing. I shrugged it off as nothing more than my imagination getting the better of me in this situation. And once again that would turn out to be one of my stupider mistakes. I didn't really feel all that comfortable in this room. It gave me the chills, like there was something ominous lurking in the shadows waiting and watching for the opportune time to strike. I saw something on the floor by the dresser so I walked over to see what it was. There, lying on the floor, was a black and white photo of a girl. I flipped the picture over and on the back there was something written. 'Madrid, Spain 1944 Lilly'. She was pretty if you ask me, this must have been taken a few months before she was killed. It looked kind of like the picture that was in those old newspaper clippings. Jordan commented on the picture, saying she could have been a model and had a pretty smile, too bad the picture was in black and white because you couldn't see the color of her eyes or anything.

Suddenly there was this loud thumping and banging sound coming from downstairs. Instinctively I moved closer to Jordan. We both shared a look. I then asked him if we should go check it out or just forget about it and stay put. His only answer to the question is to go toward the door. I followed closely behind him. As we head down the stairs, my cell phone went off. We stopped, Jordan telling me to hurry and answer it, so I did. Whispering I say hello. The answer I got was a 'where are you' from my mom and 'why are you speaking so quietly'. I told her that I was speaking quietly because we were in the movies and I forgot to turn my cell off. She believed me and asked when I will be home. I told her that the movie is over in…I glanced down at my cell to see that we have been in the house for about forty-five minutes. So I told her that the movie ended in two more hours and that we were grabbing a bite to eat on the way home so it might take a while. She told me to be home before eleven or I was grounded because fourteen year olds didn't need to be running around late at night. I promised her I would, and then muttered that she was making me miss the movie and that I had to go. Before I cut the call, I told her that I loved her and that I would see her soon. She said the same for me, then we hung up the phone. I told Jordan that it was my mom, even though he probably already knew it was her.

Then we continued to walk down the steps to the thumping sound that hadn't let up. Once stepping off the steps we looked around to see if we could pin point where the sound was coming from. Well we could at least say that it was not coming from the living room. So we headed in the direction of the kitchen. Once inside the kitchen, we looked around and saw that there was nothing in there making the sound. But that the sound was coming from in the room. It was so odd though. It sounded as if a cabinet, drawer or something was banging open and close. Only problem and creepy thing about that was that none of them were. I didn't know if I would feel better if they were or weren't. I mean either way how would you explain it? No one was moving them. And if they were, who was doing it? Because no one could be there. See what I mean? Creepy, right? Now which one would it be that was opening and closing? Wait, what was I thinking? Did it even matter? I thought not. The only thing that mattered was getting out of there. This place was creepy and just plain out weird. Who cared what those stupid so called 'cool kids' thought. I sure didn't. So I turned to Jordan to tell him that we were leaving now and not waiting it out. Just as I opened my mouth to say something, the thumping and banging stopped. You know how sometimes things can seem eerily quiet? Well this was one of those times. I could almost hear my own breathing, it was that quiet but it was a very creepy quiet. This new found quiet made me want to get out of there even more now.