Welcome to the next chapter of 'Paranormal Events'. I hope you enjoy this as much as the last chapters, and if you don't, well... I suppose I'm not a very good writer then.

DISCLAIMER: Nothing in this story is mine. I'd thought you'd get that after being told six times. I do, however, own my phobia of wasps.

There are two main types of fears in the world: ones that make sense, and ones that do not. For instance, the Fenton orphans' fear of Count Vlad is very sensible, because he had done so many horrible things to them, all within a few weeks, but if they were afraid of pants, that would be just plain rediculous. I am terrified of wasps, which are small, black and yellow insects that seem to find no greater pleasure in stinging people for no reason, and this is obviously very feasible, a word which here means that it makes perfect sense.

But, Aunt Josephine appeared to be afraid of EVERYTHING that she showed the children, and after a while, the children almost wished that they could be back at Count Vlad's house, cooking dinner for him, rather than listen to their aunt's endless warnings about everything from the radiator - which she said might explode, to the refridgerator - which she explained could fall and crush someone. Sam soon realized that her remark about Aunt Josephine having to be brave to live in a house like this was compleatly wrong.

After her tour, Aunt Josephine showed them their room, then explained that she needed to pick up ingrediants for a new chilled soup recipe that she wanted to try. Because she was afraid of cars, however, she and the children walked down to Dismal Dock to pick up supplies.

I'm tired, Tucker signed to Sam once they were halfway down.

"You LOOK tired," Sam said, "And I can't blame you. Me and Danny are tired too."

"No, no," Aunt Josephine said, shaking her head. "It's 'Danny and I', NOT 'Me and Danny'. The latter of the two is bad grammar."

"And we are talking about grammar why?" Danny asked, clearly confused.

Aunt Josephine shook her head again. "Daniel, it is 'BECAUSE why', not just plain 'why'. I see we all need to work on our grammar."

"Oh boy, I just love grammar," Danny said, his voice dripping with sarchasm. Aunt Josephine, however, apparently took what he had said seriously, because she replied "I'm so glad that you three share my love of the english language. Grammar is truely the greatest joy in life, is it not?"

The siblings looked at one another. Everyone has different interests, and so everyone believes that a different thing is the greatest joy in life. Danny would tell you that ghosthunting was the greatest joy in life, and Sam would say writing poetry, and Tucker would sign to you that inventing and technology was best. I can tell you that writing is my greatest joy in life, but you may think that soccer or pottery is better. Everyone thinks that their favorite thing to do is best, and arguing, as the Fentons knew, got you nowhere, so rather than disagree with their aunt, they nodded their heads and were silent for the rest of the trip.

"Now, I need you three to pick up some limes and cucumbers for me while I go get supplies for the hurricane that is supposed to hit tonight." The orphans and their guardian had just gotten most of the needed items, and only needed the limes and cucumbers for dinner. Tucker, however, wasn't listening. He was busy looking at a radio and microphone in an old pawn shop.

I'm going to go check out some of the stuff in here. They might wind up being useful for invention pieces, Tucker told his siblings. Danny and Sam nodded in agreement. "If you need us," Danny said, "We'll be over by the produce section." With that, the two children left on their search for the limes and cucumbers, leaving Tucker alone to go inside the pawn shop.

Tucker was pleased to find that the owner knew and understood sign language, and that he loved children who were entheusiastic about technology. Tucker explained what he needed - after much thought about what he was going to make - and the man helped him find the necessary parts. He was even kind enough to let Tucker use his workshop to create his device. Once finished, Tucker had what appeared to be a belt with wires and a pair of speakers attached to it, along with a pair of headphones, such as though a popstar might wear, but that actually would catch the movement of his mouth when he tried to say something. "Thank you," he told the shopkeeper in his new digitized voice. "You're very welcome," The shopkkeeper replied in a kind voice. With that, Tucker left to find his siblings.

Meanwhile, Sam and Danny had found both the limes and the cucumbers and were just about to pay for them when Sam ran into someone I hope that you never have the misfortune of encountering.

"Is everything alright?" the man asked.

Danny recognized the person instantly and quickly replied "Yes, we're fine."

"Children?" Aunt Josephine called. "Is everything okay?" She seemed to notice the man standing there and said "Oh, hello. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, even though your daughter has just run into me. Sham's the name." With this, he tipped his hat to Aunt Josephine and shifted his weight, revealing a pegleg.

"Pleased to meet you," Aunt Josephine responded. "I'm Josephine. Josephine Anwhistle. And the children aren't really my daughter and son; they've lost both their parents, you see, so I've taken them in. The girl is Samantha Fenton, and the boy is her brother, Daniel. Their other brother, Tucker, seems to have run off."

"Nice to meet you two," Sham said, but his tone sounded as if he'd much rather eat the orphans than meet them. "Allow me to take you back home."

"That's very kind of you," Aunt Josephine said, smiling politely. "Children, I'll just leave you to go get the rest of the supplies. Tucker! There you are, you gave me quite a fright by running off like that!" Indeed, Tucker had come back from his errand at the pawn shop, and surprised his siblings by saying "Sorry it took so long. Where's Aunt Josephine going with that person?" Sam gave Tucker a grave look as Sham turned around and waved goodbye to the children, smirking evilly. "Oh," Tucker said, for he too recognized the man taking Aunt Josephine back to her house as the man who had haunted the children's dreams ever since the fire that had destroyed their previous lives; the man who was really Count Vlad.

CLIFFHANGER! OOOHHH NOOOOOO! AAAAAHHHHH! What'll they do, what'll they do, what'll they doooooooooooo?

Stay tuned to find out!