Hey! Welcome to chapter 3! A lot o exciting things are coming up! Pretty soon Jane will have her first kid! Please reveiw for boy or girl! Majoraty rules! Also, they will be planning for a ball! This will be excitin as well! Lastly, im really open to any suggestions you might have so r&r and and enjoy chapter 3!

Amanda

I remember it here. The last time I was here I had just turned eight. But I can still remember somethings. This house is like... a musem. Of artifacts and memories. I look out a window and see Caroline, Ben and I galivanting through the gardens. I brush up against a table and see the Ouji board we had found in the attic and scared ourselves silly with it that night. You can feel the weight from the layers of mermories draft from each room. The most memory filled room is the piano room. A set of wooden animals sit on the coffe tabel, and a set of brass kindiling tools sit on their stand near the fire place. Skid marks from the piano bench make the room comfortable, like you are actually aloud to sit amongst such splendor. I wander over to the bench, and my fingers lighty caress its rotting leather. All of a sudden, I stand up completly straight. An unexpected vision displays itself behind my eyes. Two kids, a boy and a girl sit at the same bench. The girl looks utterly exashperated as the boy talls to a girl with wild brown curls in butterfly wings. When the butterfly girl leaves, they start to tickle each other. The benchmakes a schreeching sound, and the current skidmarks appear on the floor. A women in her late twenties appears, and scoldsthem. The piano girl takes the butterfly girls hand and drafs her out Of the room. The boy and the women have a convorsation, when the two girls burst into the room piano girl shouts at the women. The boy turns pale. A plump women leade the girls out and the women collapses on the sopha.

That was it. I come back into focas. What was that?