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Note: Quaker Cemetery is in Worcester, England, but I'm getting my 'haunted'
ideas from the semetery. The main thing I'll be using is Spider Gates.
 
Another note: I give a to Lindsay Sartoris and Christina Silverthorn for
commenting! Thank You!!
 
***Just A Thought****
It takes a second to like someone
It takes a day to have a crush on someone
It takes a year to love someone
But it takes a lifetime to forget someone
~I got this from a fowarding message!
 
 Part two: Jana's POV
 
"This house has been empty since the 1800's!!! 201 years ago!! Doesn't that
strike you as particulary bizarre??" I said as we just started to pull in the
drive way.
 
"SHUT-UP JANA!!!!" my whole family yelled.
 
"Alright, alright, don't have a cow!!" I yelled back.
 
The car finally curved down the long driveway and the house was spotted.
 
"Well you can tell no one has lived in it for quite sometime," said Sara.
 
"That's for sure!" I said glumily. 
 
"Come on," said my mother opening the van door and jumping out.
 
Why? Why me?
 
"Jana if it makes you feel better I didn't want to move either," said Nikolous
as he got out of the car.
 
I smiled at him. "Thanxs bro!"
 
I slowly got out.
 
"Here make yourself useful," said Cae as he handed me a very heavy bag from the
U-haul van.
 
I grunted as he rammed it into me.
 
"You jerk!" I yelled at him.
 
"Hey, got to make yourself useful," said Cae.
 
Rafe came by shaking his head at his brother. "Here Jana, I'll take it."
 
"No it's okay I need to pull some weight around here too." I said just as the
guys started to walk away. "Rafe, Cae I'm sorry for...for being such a well,
you know, bitch lately."
 
"It's cool," said Cae.
 
Rafe just smiled and nodded his head.
 
I turned around with the huge bag that Cae had given me and went back to the
U-haul van.
 
"Hey, sorry I've such an angerball lately," I said to them.
 
"Oh sweety we understand. It's a big change for a city girl to move to a rural
area. We know," my mom said brushing her hand against my peach-colored cheek.
 
My dad didn't say anything.
 
"I'm sorry Dad. I know I haven't been the life of the party, I've been rather
bitchy. So I'm sorry," I said.
 
He smiled at me and hugged me still not saying anything. He then hauled his
bags that he had and went to the house.
 
"He's still a little mad isn't he?" I asked Mom.
 
"Oh honey you know him. He can hold a grudge, but he can't hold it forever. Now
help me with this," she said as she pointed to one of her big bags.
 
I put my bag down and jumped in the the U-haul. I yanked the bag to Mom and she
caught it.
 
"Thanks sweety," she said wobbling as she went towards the house.
 
I leaned against the side of the van and looked at the house. 
 
*I feel like someone is starring at me.*
 
"JANA get a bag and lets go!!" I heard Sara yell at me as she struggled to get
by me.
 
I glared at her, but did what she said and grabbed the bag that Cae had given
me plus another one of my bags and headed to the house.
 
"It looks so much better inside than it does outside," said Nik comeing out of
the front door.
 
When you looked at the outside it looked like it had been burned. It was a
charcole color. ALL of it was. Not a single white spot on it anywhere. I opened
the door and walked in. I stopped as I got into the middle of the living room.
I looked up and dropped the bags. "WOW!!" I said in awe.
 
"It's not so bad is it baby," said my dad.
 
"WOW!!" I repeated.
 
"I guess not," he said laughing.
 
It was so high. The ceiling looked like Micheal Angelo had, had his way with
it. Angels, and perfectly painted bodies were flying around in the painting.
Gold trimming them. 
 
"It's still a little dust though!" said my mother coming from the kitchen.
"Looks like I'll have to do some cleaning when the kids are at school tomorrow."
 
"WHAT?? We just got here. I don't think we should have to go to school when we
haven't even settled in yet," said Cae arguing.
 
"Oh Cae, get over yourself!!" I said in my New York accent.
 
He glared at me.
 
"I'm going to go look around," I said as I looked up at the spiral stairs.
 
"Don't get lost," Mom said.
 
"If I'm not back in 6 months call a search party," I said going up.
 
"Yeah make it five years mom," I heard Cae say.
 
"Ah bite me!" I hollered back down to him.
 
"Really Jana!" I heard my mother say.