(A short note to those of you wondering. It has been asked when did this get a r rating?

The answer is that some of the descriptions are and may become more graphic to paint a

vivid picture. Also as the story goes on the main character might sort exhibit certain traits

that are more aggressive including language used. I hope this is expectable to my readers

all five of you. Thanks for showing your support in the story and I hope you continue to

like it. I am open to any and all suggestions you guys might have my contact information

is on my author page if you want to get a hold of me.)

Robin let out a ear splitting scream, this seemed to only fuel the anger of the child ghost

more. It began to tear at the soft pale flesh that it grasped on to, though as always the

wounds did not actually appear. "You don't want to play with me?" it asked in fury

ripping harder. Tears poured down her face as she could not bring herself to take any

action against the small girl. Then she felt the familiar cold breeze that told her Danny

was with her. Then she fell to the ground having been pushed back by his force as if

telling her to do something. She looked at the camera in her hands and then winced as

her flesh felt as if it was being rendered from her body, the shrieks of the child growing

loud and more malicious and losing the innocent child like quality. "That is it!" she said

bringing the camera to her face and snapping pictures of the child. However the child

was unharmed by the shots or so it seemed. She became frightened as the child began to

crawl up her form ripping as it went, she kept taking pictures despite her tears of pain.

The suddenly the child was on her chest gnawing at everything and she snapped a photo

of her right in the center of the child's ghastly face and it disappeared leaving in it's place

the photo of the face but unlike the other times there was no shinning orb to help her

camera to become stronger.

She watched as the perfect room around quickly fell into disrepair and squalor. The dolls

suddenly began to fall apart

and the floor turned to shambles before her eyes transforming the room to be like the

rest of the house. The only item in the

room that seemed untouched was a white stunning Kabuki mask on the wall. Robin felt

draw to it and her fingers outstretched

and felt the lines of it, wondering if she should actually pick it up or not. Then she threw

her caution to the wind and picked it

up placing it on her own face. The room around her felt as if it began to whirl, she

watched in horror as people died and the

room went back to it's perfect condition and before her stood a amazingly beautiful

Japanese women.