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(evil laugh) Just kidding I only own the ghosts , Mcormacks and the townsfolks.

Chapter 4

"How long must we wait?" Mrs. Mcormack moaned, her eyes sparkling with greed.

"Easy, my pet. We must wait for a month and a half. No one survives longer than that. Then the house shall be ours!" Mr. Mcormack said, lighting his pipe and leaning back in his chair.

"I'm tired of waiting! That's all your grandparents ever did was wait for that house to become theirs!" Mrs. Mcormack fumed. "We've been waiting for over three hundred years! That house should be mine -ours, I mean"

"As long as we are near the house, the curse my great-great-great-great-grandfather placed upon the house cannot be lifted." Mr. Mcormack reminded her.

"What if they figure it out?" Mrs. Mcormack asked worriedly.

"No one ever has. The family is cursed. Besides, what can four children and one woman figure out?" He asked confidently.

"The two eldest have nightmares." Mrs. Mcormack revealed.

"What are dreams, but images of ones subconscious? They will never know who was behind the many deaths in that house." Mr. Mcormack replied.

"The younger boy is determined to figure out the mystery of the house." She continued.

" A child's past time. He will get bored and move on to other things." Mr.Mcormack replied with a casual toss of his hand.

Mansion

A hard rain had started falling the night before and it was still pouring when they woke up. Mum had go out for the day. She left them with a warning not to go into the attic. (Actually that wasn't Mum's rule, but Mrs. Mcormack's). After breakfast they gathered in the parlor.

"I have a sense of déjà vu." Edmund said.

"I wonder what's in the attic." Lucy murmured, staring up at the ceiling. She jumped up, "We should explore it!"

"Are you mad? Mum said not go up there." Susan said .

"Oh, please! I'm sure it isn't dangerous!" Lucy pleaded. She shook Peter's arm. "Couldn't we? I'm awfully bored."

"I don't think that's a good idea, Lu." Peter shook his head.

But Lucy was insistent. She pleaded and begged until finally they gave in, only to get her to be silent.

Attic

The attic seemed to stretch for miles on end. It was very cluttered. Lucy walked toward a wardrobe and opened it.

"It won't be there, Lu." Edmund said softly.

"I know." Lucy said, her shoulders drooping slightly. She perked up when she spotted a pink dress.

"Gosh, these dresses are gorgeous!" Susan breathed, holding a cream colored dress with lace up against her body. She examined herself in the dusty full length mirror.

Peter was silent as he looked around the attic

"I wonder what these are." Edmund picked up a newspaper yellowed with age .

"What's what?" Susan asked, coming over and reading over his shoulder ."Old newspapers" She shrugged.

"Really?" Peter asked, looking interested. He walked over and gingerly took them from Edmund. Carefully as not to rip them he laid them out on one of the trunks and the four of them started to read them.

"I'm noticing a pattern here." Edmund said after awhile .

"Same here." Susan and Peter nodded.

"Everyone who lived here has died after living in the house for a month and a half. Either they kill themselves or they're violently killed." Peter said, before he started pacing.

Edmund jumped up, and ran downstairs.

"Where'd he go?" Lucy wondered vaguely.

Edmund came back with the family Bible. In the front was the family tree going back generations.

"Look at that, then look at the names in the newspaper." he said.

"That's impossible." Susan said, sounding frightened.

"Don't you see? It's this house! There's something wrong with it. Why is it that none of our ancestors can survive in this house?" Edmund asked .

"Why'd Mum want to move back here anyway? Didn't she know what might happen?" Susan wondered.

"No." Peter answered coming over. "I don't think Mum ever lived here. I mean this place it's been in the family for years, but there's a huge gap where nothing happens. Then look - a month and a half after Uncle Morris moves in, he dies."

"What are you saying?" Susan demanded, "You're frightening Lucy!" She put an arm around the younger girl's shoulder.

"I think Edmund might be right about this house." Peter said quietly. "This house is cursed"