A/N Yup.

"Where is Josie?" Lucas asked tapping Corinne on the shoulder. They were waiting for Science class to start.

" I don't know. She was still awake before I went to bed. She was researching something. I bet she went back to sleep after study hall. This IS last period anyway." Corrine sighed and looked towards the door. Josie came sprinting in, slamming her books down next to Lucas.

"Lateness sucks," she puffed, " So does running." She looked at Lucas, and immedietly began to freeze up. What about last night? No, it was defiently nothing. A fluke.

"Let's begin class," Professor Z said, bursting into the classroom.

Josie leaned over to Lucas as they started to do their experiment, "I did a lot of research last night. Turns out there was a gap when Blake Holsey had an entire family living within the school. Around 1896, school to a family called the Winningstons, friends of the headmaster, and they lived here for about 6 months. But after their son's wife was 'mysteriously murdered', they moved and but their estate still pays rent! Now they just call it a donation, though."

"Why would they do that?" Lucas whispered back.

"Why indeed Lucas," Professor Z said loudly. He placed a hand on both of their shoulders and whispered, "Get back to work."

"That was a pretty harsh class," Josie sighed, clutching onto her books as she walked out of class.

"What were you guys talking about back there?" Corrine asked running to catch up with her friend, "Sounded like it was just out of a ghost story."

"You have no idea," Josie sighed. She stopped, waiting for Lucas to catch up. "Let me guess, library time?"

"You betcha," Lucas said.

When they got to the library, they found the stack of books they had been looking at the night before and a note that said;

J & L-

I had to leave early, but here are some books that I think will help you out.

Faithfully,

Mrs. Moneghan

"That's pretty cool of her," Josie said, grabbing a book off the top of the pile, " At least we know what to look for now!" She flipped to the index, running a finger down the lists of names dates and places. "Wasp Invasion… Weather…. Wind damage… Winningstons!" She flipped through the book, pushing each page until she found the one she wanted. A black and white picture filled up half the page. It had been taken there in the library, and there were a row of people, with two people sitting in chairs in the middle. Above them were a row of maids and butlers who stood on the second level of the library. Underneath there was a caption.

"The Winningstons," Lucas read over Josie's shoulder, "Held residence in 1896. (L to R) Marcus Winningston (holding daughter Coraline Winningston), Beatrice Winningston, Randolph Winningston Jr, Diane Harver Winningston, Katarina Helthwood (her charge). (Front) Josephine and Randolph Winningston Sr."

" That's her.. that's Diane." Josie sat down onto one of the soft chairs next to the fire.

"This must have been taken only a few days before she was…. Y'know." Lucas said, reading the rest of the article about the Winningstons. "It says Randolph Jr. and Katarina both disappeared the night Diane died."

"So Katarina's that other woman….That means they were never…" Josie put her head in her hands. This whole thing shook her up.

"Jos, come here!" Lucas said, reluctantly, Josie joined him. "There, that's the maid, the one who came running in." He pointed to a young girl at the very edge of the photograph who was standing on the second level.

"So."

"So, shes looking in a different direction then everybody else! Pictures where way expensive… why would she do that intentionally? Unless." He pointed at maid, drawing a line to wherever she seemed to be looking, as Josie ran up the stairs, positioning herself just like the maid in the picture.

"There!" she gasped. It was a brick, sticking out just so between two thick bookcases. The molding around it had been chipped away. Josie ran down the stairs and over toward the loose brick. With shaky fingers, she pulled away the brick. Half of it had been cut off and the space behind had been hollowed out. Josie placed her hand inside the dark crevice, wincing as if she half expected there to be a dead rat there.

"I can feel something!" Josie whispered, withdrawing her hand. It was a small book, no bigger than a post card, made of cracked brown leather, caked with dusty age and about an half an inch thick. Lucas came up beside her.

"What is it?" He flipped open the cover, the book still in Josie's hands. "It's a diary…. Property of Magdelena Bishop. Is there anything else in there." Josie reached her hand in again, this time retrieving a tiny porcelain box decorated with flowers, with a tiny heart shaped lock on the front. She pulled at gently, running her fingers along the sides.

"Its locked!" Josie walked back to one of the chairs in front of the fireplace, all the while staring at the tiny box. It shined in the firelight as Lucas took a seat next to her opening the tiny book.

" July 9th, 1896," Lucas read, "We've only just moved in…."

An hour later, Lucas closed the tiny diary. "It ends December 9th, the day the Winningstons left Blake Holsey. They stayed for exactly 6 months." Josie stayed silent, just staring at the box like she had been since she had laid her hands on it. It was so smooth and cool to touch, even though she had been holding it for a good hour. "And it doesn't say anything about Diane's death. Or Randolph and Katarina. But she must have known…"

"Maybe some one was reading over her shoulder," Josie whispered. Lucas ran his fingers over the binding. A crack? No, it was more like a slice, like someone had purposefully sliced open the binding.

"Oops," Lucas yelped as the binding fell open. A piece of paper tumbled out, folded over and over again. "It's a letter."

A/N OH! Cliffhanger… are you hangin?