Lonelywerewolf: Here is the last update for the day! Wheew! I'm almost close to fifty(almost close to fifty!?) This is, for the record, the longest story I've ever worked on...hope you enjoy and review, if you have the time that is.


Chapter 46: Beat You to Racetrack!

It had been a couple of minutes since Erie had seen the two kids get in the mansion. He had even caught a glimpse of the scared girl that pushed the boy inside the house, Erie had to laugh. He was heading towards the second entrance of the mansion, a small gate that he had seen earlier, probably how Lenny and his friends had gotten Andy in the mansion in the first place. He made his way towards it, and tried to open it. The young man wasn't very successful, but still continued. "It won't budge, no matter how much you try to move it…" cried a voice from behind, Erie jumped and turned around.

The speaker was a young man, a few years older than Erie at least. He was wearing a blue t-shirt matched up with brown shorts. His hair covered some of his face, but still his eyes were visible in the dark. "My, what a surprise!" Erie cried, clapping both hands, pretending nothing had happened. "If it isn't Jeremy Jetts, what a surprise, indeed!" Everyone in the small city knew of Jeremy Jetts, his father after all, had bought the supposed Haunted Mansion that lay in the outskirts of the city.

"What are you doing here?" asked Jetts, as he went over to examine the gate.

"I…well, I…I was examining this beautiful fence of yours! Is it iron or steel, such fine….um…metal." Erie was a bad liar. He couldn't just tell Jetts about the twins and Lenny, they would be in a lot of trouble if their parents found out about them being inside a dangerous and suppose haunted mansion.

"Fine metal, huh?" was all Jetts said. "You are a bad liar, you know."

"…The metal is fine, that was no lie."

"Whatever." Jetts shrug off the comment and looked back towards the mansion. "I could see you a mile away, so you pretty much can't lie to me, you know." Erie laughed, nervously.

"You won't tell, would you?"

"Why shouldn't I? Are you saying I should protect a trio of kids, especially a girl that can break my jaw without breaking a sweat, because they went inside my property? No, not gonna happen."

"Ah, come now!" Erie pleaded. "Alicia and Lenny are looking for Andrea, she got…um…lost." Jetts rolled his eyes.

"Well, maybe she would rather think twice before she gets inside places were she is not called." Jetts quickly went to his pocket, and later, produced a small cell phone. "I'm calling their parents, whether they like it or not…" Erie quickly snatched the phone from his hands.

"Come, now! Don't be so rude! I mean, understand them, they are just kids! They won't break the house more than it already is, anyway!" He threw the phone over the gate, much to Jetts' shock.

"Why you do that for!?"

"…I have no idea…."


Andy kept her eyes glued on the book, watching slowly as new letters replaced the old ones that had told her of Fifi's story. The bone had also disappeared, just as the small whining from Fifi. The girl couldn't help but fill sorry for the poor dog, such a life some people in this mansion lived in. "Like any animal in this home, many have still stayed true to their roots!" Andy read, unsure of what the book meant. "One ghost in particular, a ghost horse, has a liking for guests, and plays hide and seek with them, literally."

"Literally?" asked the girl, and she got her answer. Someone pushed her from behind, and she landed face down in the dirt, still with the book in hand. She could hear neighing behind her. Sitting up, she found the source of aggression, although she hardly held back a gasp as she did so. The only things that stared back at her, were reins, and a saddle. The reins and saddle, then moved, neighing(at least that's what Andy believed) away from her, as if laughing at her surprised expression. "I think…I get it…" Andy said, and sat back at the bench, dusting herself as she did so.

"Racetrack once belonged to an old friend of Master Gracey's. Known as the fastest horse alive…um, excuse me, dead in this whole mansion. The horse that could ride on any kind of racetrack, no matter the challenge." Andy could still hear the neighing, this time, it seemed more melancholic, as if the invisible phantom was in pain. "Unfortunately, Racetrack wasn't ready for a long run that was bound to be his last. His owner, whose name is not known, yet…had many rivals, especially those that will stop at nothing to win against the famous Racetrack. The evil man, drugged poor Racetrack before the race, and although the evil man won, the horse he had tampered with wasn't so lucky. Racetrack so confused at the start of the race, ran off the racetrack, and dashed straight to a fast train, that left him with only reins and saddle intact." The reins and saddle were nearby Andy now, the girl oblivious to their presence. "Now, he haunts and pranks at others…ah, and look out again."

"Huh?" Andy fell once again, head first into the dirt. The neighing laughter rang in her ears again.