Carly opened her eyes at the sound of a loud creek. She looked at her watch and saw it had stopped. She reached over to her night stand where there was a large torch and she flicked the switch on. The torch lit up the room with a dim glow. A sudden banging on the door made her jump.

She paused as she caught her breathe back from the scare. Who is it? She called out. But no one answered.

Slowly she got out of bed and took gentle steps towards the door of her bedroom. Opening the door a fraction she looked outside. But saw nothing but an empty dark hallway. Opening the door fully and poking her head out, she shined the torch up one end of the hallway and then the other. Nothing but darkness and silence. Satisfied no one was there she closed and locked the door as she was prepared to go straight back to bed.

Before she turned around to face the room, she heard a creek from her right hand side and instantly started shaking in fear. Slowly, she turned around, her torch following her moves, illuminating the wardrobe door which was now fully open.

She called towards the wardrobe in hope it was just someone playing a not so funny trick on her. No voice answered. Making her body tremble in fear. She gulped and held onto the torch with both hands to stop it from shaking as she took small steps towards the open wardrobe. She peered inside and let out a terrible scream as she was pulled by strong hands inside. Her torch rolling on the floor as it fell from her hands. The wardrobe door slammed shut as she continued to let out terrified screams. Not realising that her cries were not being heard.

Meanwhile downstairs...

Jamie and Sarah were sitting at the kitchen table. Neither being able to sleep. Both held a cup of coffee each in their hands.

Do you think any of us are going to get out of here? Sarah asked as she took a sip of the warm liquid.

No. The spirits in this house wouldn't allow it, especially one in particular.

The one who attacked Agent Reyes, Sarah acknowledge which ghost he was talking about. That is one pissed of ghost.

There's more to the history than what Amanda told us.

You mean she lied? Sarah gasped out at the thought of not being told all the details of this house.

I don't think so. I think she has told us all that she knows about the history and the people who once lived here. But everyone has a secret and this guy who doesn't like Agent Reyes I think had a lot of dark secrets no one knew of.

This isn't how I pictured myself dying. Sarah commented as she drank the rest of her coffee in a couple of gulps. I think I need something stronger than this, she commented as she looked into her now empty mug.

I bet you didn't know this kitchen has its own wine room? Jamie told her as he stood up and started walking over to the large old wooden door which was at one end of the kitchen. He opened it up with a hard pull to reveal a large number of bottles of wine, covered with dust.

You pick out the wine and I'll get us a couple of glasses, Sarah told him with a drink as she opened cupboard after cupboard, searching for the wine glasses.

Jamie was in the wine room, looking at each make and date. None of them had been touch for years, the bottles looked as though the last time they had been touch was when they were first put in here.

Made in 1859, good year, he commented as he grabbed the bottle, just as he puled the bottle out from its position there was a loud slam and the room was washed in darkness.

He called out into the darkness. He made his way in the direction he knew the door was and found it had been slammed shut. BUt it was impossible to slam it, he thought, the door hinges were rusted and had to be opened and closed slowly in order not to break. He called out louder and pressed his ear against the door to listen. But no sound could be heard from the other side of the room. A hand on his shoulder caused his to let out a scream and turn around suddenly, dropping the bottle of wine. It fell to the floor, braking the red wine spilling over the floor as Jamie screamed for help once more and then everything went silent.

Sarah had managed to find a couple of wine glasses and was washing them in the sink when she heard the door slam. She dropped the glasses in the sinking, causing them to smash into pieces as she jumped in suprise at the door slam.

She called out. No sound was returned. She called out even louder. But received no answer. She slowly and carefully walked towards the door and placed her ear against it, listening for any sounds of him being in there. Nothing could be heard. And a second later she heard him screaming from within the locked door. She yelled out as she tried to push the door open. But it wouldn't move. His painful screams continued to fill her ears as she tried to move the door with all her power. But it was useless. Jamie hold on! She screamed out at him, telling him that she would open the door and get him out. A thump followed by a deafening silence filled the air. She asked with a shaking voice.

She heard the wind pick up outside as the window was smashed in and the backdoor flew open. A howling wind filled the room and swirled around her. She screamed in terror as the wind increased and swirled around her. The howling becoming louder as she became more petrified. She ran out of the kitchen, but the wind was still following her, surrounding her. The front door to the house opened on its own and ran out of it into the cold night air, and into the woods where she let out once last terrified scream and then was forever silenced by the wailing wind.