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A/N: critic - *I'd* name my kid Khrystalia, that's who. Or Cristalia, same thing just spelled differently. LOL. Thanks for the feedback!
A/N2: Everyone else - please review. I've written up to chapter 6, and the more reviews I get, the sooner I'll update.
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"Honey, I'm home!" Mark called as he, Carolyn, and Khrys walked into the huge Victorian house where they'd lived their whole lives. They could hear laughter coming from inside.

"We're in the kitchen!" Julianne called.

They hung their jackets on the coat rack, and as they headed toward the kitchen, a furry, dark blur darted past.

"Starr!" Khrys called to the large, black cat they'd taken in after their mothers' cat, Kit, ran away.

Khrys, Carolyn, and Mark followed their pet to the kitchen, where she jumped onto the counter next to where 20-year-old Greggory Turner was standing. "Hey, where were you?" he asked, ignoring the cat.

"P3." Carolyn said, shooing Starr off the counter.

"I'm starving." Mark said. "Whose turn is it to cook dinner?"

"Julie's." Camille answered.

Her twin glared at her. "Thanks for the reminder, sis."

"Anytime." Camille replied sweetly.

"OK, then, Julie, can you start cooking? I'm hungry, too. And Cammie? Can you come help me with the art project I've been working on?" Khrys, the peacekeeper of the family, interjected. She led Camille upstairs to her room.

"So, do we want pasta tonight, or roast beef?" Julie asked her three remaining cousins.

"Pasta," Greg said, "I think we all want something quick."

Julie nodded and began pulling out the things she'd need for her meat sauce. She had inherited Piper's culinary talents, and, unlike her twin, she enjoyed being in the kitchen.

Half an hour later, they were all seated around the dining room table, enjoying the usual dinnertime chatter. Toward the end of the meal, they heard a banging sound and went to investigate.

They followed the noise up to the second floor, when Carolyn realized it was coming from the attic.

"That's not possible." Greg argued. "No one's been up there since.." he stopped, but they all knew what he meant. No one had been up there since Piper, Phoebe, and Paige died. Even now, ten years later, it still hurt them to say it.

"Carri's right," Julie said, "I mean, where else could it be coming from?"

"Only one way to find out." Carolyn said. Cautiously, she started up the attic stairs, her younger cousins following behind.

When they got to the top, the door was open. Tentatively, they peeked inside.

"The window's open," Mark pointed out, "At least that explains the banging. The wind must've blown the door open somehow."

"But how?" Cammie asked. "There's only a slight breeze out tonight."

Carolyn didn't answer. Instead, she walked bravely into the attic.

She blinked. Once her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she found a lamp and turned it on. Then, she looked around.

At first she saw the usual things one might expect to find in an attic: toys, old eight-tracks, a dollhouse, even a couch and a rickety old bed. But then, her eyes settled on an old, dusty, leather-bound book that sat on a stand in the middle of the attic. She walked over to it, and curiously picked it up, blowingthe dust off the cover.

"What did you find, Carri?" Khrys asked. Her cousins slowly entered the attic and came to stand around her.

"The Book of Shadows." Carolyn read from the first page. She flipped through the book, surprised at what she saw. The book was full of pictures of monsters, and page after page of what looked like some kind of spells. She remembered that when she was a kid the adults in the house used to go up to the attic often. Did her aunts really believe in this stuff? Did her mother?

Carolyn closed the book with a start. All six cousins looked up when a sudden wind filled the attic.