They were speechless and in tears. Their poor friend had gone through so much, and they knew nothing about it. She had kept it a secret for them. Elizabeth had no idea how to comfort them. She turned her attention to the musicbox. She opened it and a dancing couple popped up. And a haunting melody filled the attick. She recognized it, it was the song she played on the piano just hours before.

She looked closely at the two dancing figures. Edward and Elizabeth. In the small mirror inside the lid of the box she saw her own face. She also noticed something strange. A light shone in a corner and grew. She gasped and closed eyes when the light grew and became brighter. Then the light was so bringht that she had to close her eyes. A flash, and it was gone.

The musicbox has stopped playing and it was dark. "What was that?"

The others had no idea, but something had changed. Then they saw a light yellow glow. A small yellow ball became visible.

Elizabeth closed the music box and backed away.

"Wait", said Emma, "I know what it is."

"Me too", said Ezra with a smile. "Don't be scared, this is a ghostball. It will help us to break the curse".

"No way."

The ghostball circelled Elizabeth. Then it did the same to the others. After that it moved away from them and back.

"It want's us to follow it". Emma walked away and the ghostball lead the way. Then it came back. "Come on, let's go."

They followed the ghostball. It took them down to the groundlevel and the servants quarters. It went through a door and came back.

"This was Ramsley's room", whispered Emma.

Elizabeth stepped past her and opened the door. Then she walked into the room. She looked around. It was nothing like the rest of the house. It was somber and hardly had any furniture in it. Only a bed, a desk with chair and a cupboard.

"Be carefull darling", Edward said with a frown.

"He is dead, he can't hurt me". She opened the drawers of the desk. She found some newspaper clippings. In the cupboard there was not much to see. But she found a notebook, carefully tucked away behind some clothing. She took this and the newspaper clippings with her to the study.

She made herself comfortable on the sofa and started with the clippings. She read some articles about the Gracey family, but there were a few about Ramsley's family too. They were sent from England and she read about the crime he had committed. She gave them to Edward. "Did you know this?"

"No, all I knew is that my father brought him here with him. He had done something, but I had no idea it was this."

Elizabeth opened the notebook and saw it was a diary. She looked at Edward and asked him to go through it with her. The handwriting was small, and she could not make it out.

Edward was in shock. He recognized the handwriting. "He wrote the letter Elizabeth was suppose to send me on the evening of the ball. Let's see if we can make something of this."

He took the diary from her and started his reading. He did it out loud, so Elizabeth could listen.

She loved to listen to him. He had a beautiful voice, not at all like the voices she knew. His British accent was pleasant to listen to.

They found out that Ramsley had a brother and when their parents died he came to America aswell. They also found out that Ramsley knew all about Elizabeth and her family. He did a thorough search on them and the hatred towards them was visible on the pages. They were shocked to read the words in which he described them.

"Edward, please stop reading."

"Is something wrong?"

She got up and searched her jeans pockets for her carkeys. "I have to go out. I have met a George Ramsley, and I want to see if they are connected".

"They must be"

She nodded. "I have to be sure."

"Go then, but please be carefull my love."

She giggled and kissed him on the cheek. Then she was off.


She had no idea where to start, but decided to go to the library and use a computer there. She bought a notebook and walked into the library. There she found a computer and soon she was absorbed in another world. She found a familytree of the Ramsleys and found out that this George Gracey was related to the Ramsley she heard so much about. She wrote down some things and after a few hours she left the library in search for a lunch.

She bought some newspapers and went back to the Mansion. There she took out her notebook and Ramsley's diary. It wasn't easy to read this.

Edward found her sitting at his old desk and smiled. She was beautiful and his heart skipped a beat. He knew that she wasn't his beloved Elizabeth, but still.

She looked up and saw him watching her. She saw the mesmorizing look in his eyes. She was in love, but he was a ghost. She knew she would never find a man like him again. Then she got up. "I am so sorry."

"What for?"

"I am using your desk."

He gave her a loving smile. "It is your desk my darling. This is your house now."

"True," she answered with a smile.

"Have you found a connection ?"

"Yes. They are related. This George is icecold. He looks like a living corpse. "

Edward giggled.

"It's true Edward. You haven't seen him. His hair was almost as white as his skin, and I never saw such cold in people's eyes." She shuttered while she spoke. "He's so creepy. One of my aunts wanted us to marry. But he refused. I was to black for his liking."

Edward wanted to speak, but Emma walked into the study. "Have you found anything?"

Elizabeth nodded. "I am sure they are connected. The Ramsley I know is related to a brother of your Ramsley. He came to America when their parents died and started a family here "

Edward saw Emma playing with her weddingring. "What is it Emma?"

"Maybe we should consult Leota. She might know what to do."

"Who is Leota?"

"Come with me," said Emma. "She knows everything."

Edward gave Emma a stern look. It caught Elizabeth's eye. Her curiousity to see Leota, was stronger.

"Lead on Emma. I want to meet her, she sounds like an interesting person." She got up and followed Emma.