The group followed Amanda to the bottom of the staircase.

Nick can you tie you end of the rope to the bottom of the staircase please and keep hold of it all throughout the little tour please. Nick did as she instructed.

What's with the rope? Sarah asked.

It's just a safety precaution to help us find out way back. Amanda told her. She was about to begin walking up the stairs but another question stopped her.

Can't we just take the blue prints with us? Jamie asked.

In this house the blue prints are almost useless. The house has a tendency to grow on its own. You come here friday and you count one hundred rooms, then you come back the next day and could count two hundred. She told them.

Is that slightly impossible? Dana asked.

In this house, nothing's impossible, Amanda told them. Now everyone please stick together, no wandering off and follow me, Amanda instructed. Everyone followed her as she walked up a large staircase. "Okay, first a bit of basic history. The house was built in the 1700's, the original house was a collection of smaller buildings patched together to create a Manor. The current Manor House that we see now was built by Martin Ryerson in around 1807. The manor was the home of General Erskine, who ran the Iron Works. He was a Geographer and Surveyor-General for General George Washington during the Revolutionary War. In other words he made a lot of maps. He died of pneumonia during the war and was buried in the manor grounds. Artifacts have been found on the grounds of Ringwood, they confirm that Native American people occupied here, as far as historians can tell they dated back to the Archaic and Woodlands periods of prehistory. The Lenapi, who inhabited in the grounds believed there were special earth forces at work here and so they classed this place as sacred ground with supernatural occurrences attributed to the area." Amanda stopped on the staircase and turned around to face them.

"Erskine, a man who lived here during the American Revolution, died here in 1780 and is buried in the old cemetery out back along with hundreds of pioneers, iron makers and Revolutionary War soldiers, including French soldiers of Rochambeau's army. A Mr Martin J. Ryerson purchased the iron works and began building the present Manor House in 1807 while still operating the iron mines and forges on the property itself. Ryerson ran five forge-furnace complexes in three counties from his headquarters here for around the next half century." She turned back around and continued up the stairs, until coming to the next floor where she led everyone through a long corridor.

"New York's Peter Cooper, an inventor and industrialist and his young son-in-law, Abram S. Hewitt, bought Ringwood in 1854. The properties were purchased for the rich local iron deposits but Mr. and Mrs. Hewitt set about making the old Ringwood estate their summer home. Hewitt enlarged the Manor in the 1860s and 70s. The completed house contains 51 rooms built in a wide range of styles, that mark the Victorian Period. This house is around 226.5 feet long and contains 24 fireplaces, 13 bathrooms, 28 bedrooms and more than 250 windows. Ringwood's iron mines finally closed in the 1950s. The next generation of the Hewitt family stripped themselves of involvement in both the politics and the iron and steel industry, and because they had no use of the manor, they gave it to the State of New Jersey in 1936."

"Wow," Monica exclaimed as she looked around the place.

"If no one lives here, why doesn't the state just tear it down? It's a waste of space and could be used to build new homes, a school or something that's actually used," Brad asked as they continued to walk along the long corridor.

"Like I said, there's a lot of rumours with this place, ghosts, sacred ground which nobody wants to mess with. People believe that this place is home to the many ghosts of the past occupants," Amanda explains.

"Ghosts don't exist." John muttered under his breath.

"We'll see about that Agent Doggett," Amanda told him. "Here we are." Amanda led everyone into a room located on the second floor. She stopped in the middle of the room, next to an old bed.

"What's so special about this room?" Mulder asked as he, and everyone else, looked around.

"This room is special because this room is supposed to be haunted. A ghost of a housemaid is meant to be in this room, she's also meant to walk the corridor we just passed through..." John interrupts her.

"So why didn't she come and say 'boo' as we walked past?"

"Because once darkness falls on the manor the ghosts come out and play." John rolled his eyes at her response. "The rumours say that the maid was beaten to death in this very room. People have heard footsteps, sounds of heavy objects dropping, soft crying. And the bedroom door is found ajar and the bed covers rumpled."

Amanda took out a small video camera from her backpack and placed it on a shelf, facing the bed. She pressed record and started leading everyone out of the room, closing and locking the door behind her.

"There are two more ghosts that have been largely reported, others have only been experienced by a couple of people. Behind the manor pond is the grave of General Erskine. They say at dusk General Erskine can be seen sitting on his grave gazing across the pond."

She continued to lead them through room after room. Everyone was amazed at the architecture of the place, the architecture showed from all the different centuries.

"What about the third ghosts?" Jamie asked.

"It's said there is an unmarked grave filled with the remains of French soldiers who fought with Rochambeau during the Revolutionary War. After dark, the dead come to the Manor pond to walk along the shore. People have reported hearing voices speaking French."

She led them through to a room, which looked like a library, except that the floor and ceiling was made up of mirrors.

"When was this part built?" Edward asked.

"No one knows, it appeared out of nowhere. A lot of the rooms have appeared out of nowhere," Amanda told him.

Monica walked up to one of the bookcases and had a look at the types of books. Some were the expected, classic stories written by famous writers. Nothing out of the ordinary. She went to pull out one of the books but as soon as she touched the book, she was pulled into some kind of vision, it wasn't what she saw but what she felt and heard that was frightening.

She could hear people screaming. Hear footsteps, people running in panic. She could feel the people' terror. She could sense their pain.

"Monica?" A hand on her shoulder made her jump and turn quickly to see John looking at her. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," she told him. As she looked around at everyone, no one was looking at her, they were looking around the room. All except for Nick who was looking at her, through her. He knew, Monica realised. Nick nodded his head and broke eye contact. Monica sighed with relief when she knew he wouldn't say anything for now.