Scully impatiently walked behind Mulder as they made their way down what appeared to be an endless hallway. "Mulder, are you sure you know where you're going?"

Mulder continued walking ahead with his candle in front of him. "How many times have you asked me that tonight, Scully?"

"I keep asking you hoping you will actually get the answer RIGHT for a change." Scully replied sarcastically.

Mulder stopped and turned to her. "Boy, you really know how to hurt someone, Scully." He turned back around and tapped on a door. "THIS is what I wanted to show you." He put his hand on the door handle and slowly turned it causing the door to slowly creak open. He then turned and gestured to Scully. "After you."

Scully gave him a strange look before walking past him. "What are you up to, Mulder?" She stepped into the room with her candle lighting the way. As she made her way in, her eyes widened. The room she was standing in was elaborately decorated. A fireplace was in front of a canopy style bed with sheer curtains around it. "Oh, Mulder." She breathed. "This room it's...it's so beautiful."

Mulder smiled as he took a step inside. "You like it?"

Scully chuckled. "Like it? It's like....I've stepped back in time or something. As old as this place is...this room looks as if it has been untouched. I mean there are no dust....no cobwebs. It's perfectly intact. How is that possible?"

Mulder shrugged his shoulders. "There's more. Look on the bed."

Scully approached the bed and pulled the curtains aside. There lying on the bed was a beautiful blue nightgown with lace surrounding the bodice. And next to it was a long white, lacy robe to match. Her impulse too great, she reached over, picking up the nightgown. "It's...it's so lovely." She ran her hands over it. "So detailed and it doesn't even feel that it's ever been worn. But this nightgown is nothing from this century especially based on the fabric." She looked back at Mulder. "Just what exactly have we stumbled upon here, Mulder?"

"I don't know. But maybe this room and that nightgown belonged to her." Mulder answered pointing to a portrait on the wall above the fireplace.

Scully looked up to see the face of a beautiful lady with dark hair wearing a white dress with a blue ribbon around the middle. She had a slight smile on her face and long French ringlets cascading down her shoulders. "She looks like a lady of some kind. I mean...someone of distinction, don't you think?"

Mulder nodded as he gazed at the painting. "I think that's a distinct possibility." He then looked back at Scully. "But right now I think we both should change out of these muddy clothes and into something more comfortable."

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is, you have a nightgown in here. And right next door there is another room with a man's night clothes in which I can change as well."

"You're suggesting that we wear a stranger's clothing?"

"You said it yourself, Scully. There's no one else around here and the clothes and rooms here are perfectly intact. What's it going to hurt for one night? I know I sure as hell don't want to sleep in muddy, wet clothes." He held up a finger. "Oh and I forgot to show you something else." He walked over to a door on the other side of the room and opened it. "Inside here, is what appears to be a deep tub." He waited as Scully walked in behind him. "And over to the side there appear to be different bottles of flowers or something for putting in the water. And..." Mulder pulled back a curtain to show a fountain with running water. "Can you believe it? Running water, HERE in this house!"

Scully stood completely enthralled by the tub and everything around it. She walked over and touched one of the bottles, letting her fingers run slowly over it. She closed her eyes as she felt the smoothness of the glass.

"So, anyway, I was thinking there's this library next door. It's right by my room. We get changed and then maybe we can talk about what to do next. Sound ok, Scully?" He looked over at her holding the bottle. "Scully?"

Scully blinked her eyes. "Hmmm? Oh...oh sure."

"Ok, so I'll see you in a few minutes then?"

Scully nodded. "A few minutes."

Mulder turned around and headed out of the bathroom, leaving Scully alone.

Scully put down the bottle she was holding and headed out of the bathroom and back to the bedroom. Placing the candle on a table. she walked over to the bed, picking up the nightgown and holding it to her. She felt a strange sensation overcome her as she touched it. The curtains in the room began to billow as a breeze filled the room.

"Try it on my lovely. It suits you." A voice whispered in her ear.

Putting down the nightgown on the bed, Scully slowly unbuttoned her blouse. The breeze ruffled her hair as the blouse fell to the floor. She reached down and unbuttoned her slacks and stepped out of them. She shivered as the breeze slowly traveled up her legs, thighs and to her chest. She reached up her hand, placing it on her face as she sighed and tilted her head to the side.

"Put it on." The voice whispered as the breeze moved up and down her body.

Inside of his room, Mulder went about getting out of his mud-stained, wet clothes. His room also had a nice bed and a portrait above the fireplace. The candles in the room were lit giving off faint shadows on the wall. "Boy, I'll have to remember this place in the future. Scully sure seems taken with it." He took off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. Throwing the shirt to the ground, he started to unbutton his pants and let them slide to the floor. He then picked up the frilly white dress shirt and sighed. "Oh god, I hope this never reaches anyone at the FBI or I will NEVER be able to live it down." He picked up a pair of pants to go with the shirt. "Hopefully, Scully doesn't laugh." He muttered as he laced up the shirt. He looked into a mirror as he adjusted himself. "Well, here goes nothing." He turned away from the mirror just as the faint image of a young girl's face appeared.

Stepping out of the room he made his way over to Scully's door and knocked. "Scully?"

Scully's eyes shot open upon hearing Mulder's voice. She shook her head as she blinked her eyes.

Mulder knocked again. "Scully, are you ok in there?"

The breeze ceased in the room and Scully found herself aware of standing in her bra and panties. She placed her arms around herself self-consciously. "I'm...I'm ok. I'm just changing!" She called toward the door.

"Ok, well meet me in the library in a few minutes ok?"

"Oh...ok I'll be there."

Mulder moved away from the door and headed back down the hallway to the library.

Hearing him leave, Scully took off her bra and slipped the nightgown over herself. She then walked over to the mirror and placed her hand on her face. What had just happened to her? She ran her hand through her hair as she looked in the mirror. She then gasped as she saw a face peering back at her. Backing away from the mirror slowly, she could feel her heart beating faster.

"There's no reason to be afraid." A voice whispered.

Scully turned around to see a figure standing in front of her smiling. It then disappeared right before her eyes. She quickly reached over to the bed and grabbed the robe, wrapping it around her. Picking up her candle, she rushed out of the room and down the hallway. "Mulder?"

"I'm in here!" Mulder called back.

Scully followed his voice to a room. "Mulder, where are..." Her eyes widened as she saw thousands of books lining the walls. "Oh my god." She took a step inside the room. "This is incredible."

Mulder looked up from a chair he was sitting in by the fireplace. "Yeah isn't it really." He then looked at Scully. "Wow!"

"What?" Scully asked turning toward him.

"Scully, you look...beautiful."

Scully twirled in the robe. "You think so?"

Mulder nodded slowly. As he gazed at her, he found himself thinking things about his partner that he shouldn't. "You...you look so natural in it."

"Really?" She asked as she approached him slowly.

"Uh....uh-huh." Mulder answered swallowing. He then cleared his throat as he turned toward her. "Look, Scully I would appreciate it if you wouldn't laugh at me ok?"

Scully looked at Mulder and her eyes widened. "Oh, Mulder. You look great!"

Mulder blinked his eyes in disbelief. "I...I do?"

Scully nodded as she walked up him. "I think you look dashing dressed like that. It's very becoming."

"I...well....thanks." Mulder replied stuttering.

"So..." She asked looking up at him. "What did you want to show me?"

Mulder found himself looking deep into her eyes. "Hmmm?"

"You wanted to show me something?"

Mulder shook his head. "Oh, oh right. I did. Yeah, come over here by the fireplace." He led her over to a chair next to a table. "I found something interesting about this house." He opened up a book and turned to a picture. "Look familiar?"

Scully stared at the picture of the young lady whose portrait was in her room. "That's the young lady whose portrait is in my room."

Mulder nodded. "Her name was Josephine Cornwall. She was betrothed to a man named Jonathan McBride." He turned another page. "And here is Jonathan McBride."

Scully felt her stomach tighten as she instantly recognized the man in the picture. It was the same man whose portrait was downstairs. The same man who she had seen in her room just moments before. "Who...who was he?" She whispered, as she turned pale.

"According to this book, he owned this house. Apparently he built it as a present to his bride. His family and he had quite a lot of money. Had a lot of influence in society. "

"Is...is there anything else about him?"

"There was some kind of tragedy here in which his bride was killed. Apparently she had a lover and he found out about them. I'm not sure about the specifics though. There's a page missing."

"Well, I'm sure it's nothing." Scully replied motioning with her hand. "After all, it's an old book and is bound to fall apart through the years.

"True." It was then that Mulder noticed her white face. "Scully are you ok?"

"I'm....I'm fine." Scully whispered.

"Scully, this is the second time you've been acting strangely involving the picture of that man. Is there something you want to tell me?"

"Mulder, it's just my imagination, I'm sure." Scully answered lowering her head.

Mulder reached over and placed his hand under her chin, lifting it gently. "Scully, please tell me. I'm concerned for you. Whatever you tell me, I promise I won't make fun of you."

Scully sighed. "All right. I...I think I saw that man in my room."

Mulder pulled back. "In your room? When?"

"When I was getting dressed. I was looking in the mirror and I..."

Mulder took her hand and squeezed it gently. "Tell me."

"I saw this face staring back at me." Scully finished. "It was probably just my imagination."

"No, I don't think it was Scully."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, the room you are staying in obviously belonged to Josephine who was his fiancée or wife whichever she was. You're....wearing her nightgown."

Scully leaned away from him. "Just what are you implying?"

"I'm implying that Jonathan's spirit was in that room and was...drawn to you because of what you were wearing."

"A ghost? That's what you're saying right? That his ghost was in my room?"

"Come on, Scully it makes sense."

Scully stood up from her chair. "No. No it doesn't make sense, Mulder."

"But Scully, you said you saw him in your room!"

"That's right, I THOUGHT I saw him in my room!"

"Did anything else happen? Did you feel a cold chill in the room or something?"

Scully started to walk from him. "I don't have time for this!"

"Scully!" Mulder walked after her, grabbing her arm. "Scully! Talk to me! What's wrong?"

"Let go of me." Scully replied in a firm voice.

"Why are you avoiding this?"

Scully looked back at him defiantly. "I'm not avoiding anything! You're the one that's choosing to make this house out to be haunted! That....that there are ghosts wandering around! You know what I want to do? I want to go take a bath and get some rest! YOU can do what you want! Stay inside this library and imagine ghosts or zombies walking or whatever! Now, LET GO."

Mulder looked back at her and sighed before letting go of her arm. "Fine. Enjoy your bath."

"Indeed I shall." Scully replied before storming out of the library and closing the door behind her.

Mulder sank back in the chair and gazed into the fireplace. "What the hell was that all about?" He whispered. He then picked up the book and gazed once again at the picture of Jonathan. "Who are you? What did you do in this house?"