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Chapter Three

6:00 p.m.-- Tapestry Room

Patrick pulled the blindfold down around his neck, and took a look at his surroundings. As he walked around the room, he saw the flicker of the candle. Patrick went over to it and picked up the paper that held the history of the room.

He shined the flashlight on the paper and began to read, "This rather odd bedroom, with its' huge fireplace and 17th century flemish wall hangings has a built a reputation as one of the most haunted rooms in the kingdom. Family guests refused to stay a second night in the room, and now only visitors on 'ghost hunts' who are brave enough to face a vigil in the room stay for the night."

Patrick set the paper down and glanced around the room again. "Great. The best neurosurgeon in the most haunted room in the castle," he muttered, "Robin, you better be worth this."

The Tower

Anna reached up behind her and untied the blindfold. She turned on the flashlight and began to walk around the room. There was a small window set into one of the walls and below it was a small circular table holding a candle. Anna walked over to it, and saw that the sun was beginning to set. She looked out the window more and jumped a little bit when she saw what was next to the window. It was a statue of a lion with wings spread out behind it and its' mouth was open, revealing two large fangs. The delicate statue looked harmless in the light, but could terrify anyone in the dark.

She then stood back and began to read the history of the room, "The tower, with its' intriguing fixtures, is one of the haunted rooms in the castle. It is the home of a young girl who was thrown out the window to her death. Visitors have yet to see her, but some say the room is really cold, even in the warmest of weather."

Anna put the paper down and looked around the room. "Well, this is going to fun."

The Library

Robin took a deep breath and undid her blindfold. She flashed her flashlight all around the room, and saw millions of books. Hardcovered. Paperback. All kinds of books lined the shelves that covered two of the three walls. One wall had two giant windows, looking out at the landscape. A big, oak desk sat in between the two windows, and three tables sat in the center of the room for reading and writing.

She walked to one of the tables where she saw the candle and read aloud, "The forty foot high octagonal galleried library is home to over 6,000 books and much more besides. Until the 1780's, this was the original kitchen built to provide food to the Great Hall next door."

Robin digested the information and walked over to one of the shelves. She reached her hand out and touched the old, dusty, cracked bindings of the books. "These are so amazing," Robin whispered.

The Dining Room

Robert pulled off his blindfold and tossed it to the floor. He looked around the room as he walked, but he stopped when he walked into a table. Robert flashed the light on to it and realized it was a fancy dining table. Then he saw the candle and the paper holding the history of the room. He picked it up and read it.

"A sumptuous room, designed for entertaining in style, with its' leather and gold wall coverings beautifully lit paintings and gleaming silver. Weddings, anniversaries and other celebratory dinners were regularly hosted here."

He glanced around the room again. "Hmmm, this would be a nice place for Robin and Patrick to have their wedding reception," Robert smiled to himself.

6:10 p.m.

Ghosts and humans alike

Release them so I can see

The creatures that walk the night

Patrick set the card and candle down. "Okay, that's done," he said to himself. He picked the flashlight back up and walked around the room. With every step, he confidence was boosting or so he thought.

Suddenly, a crashing sound came from behind him. Patrick quickly turned around, "What was that?" He moved the flashlight around, trying to find trhe source of the noise. Then he found it. A lamp had fallen off the table and completely shattered. The wind whistled through the room and suddenly, the harp in the corner began to play.

Patrick jumped around to face it, but no one was playing it. Soon, he began to feel very cold and a few seconds later, the blindfold around his neck began to tighten and pull him backward. Patrick clawed at the blindfold, trying to pull it off, while trying to stay upright. He then finally managed to untie it and throw it to the floor. He rubbed his neck where the fabric had pinched his skin. His heart was still pounding when he heard his radio crackle.

He heard his name and took the radio from his belt. "Robin?"

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"Robin?"

She heard Patrick say her name over the radio. She took it out and spoke into it, "Did you finish the incantation?"

"Yeah, and almost got killed in the process," Patrick answered.

"What happened?" Robin asked, worriedly.

"Something tried to choke me with the blindfold," he explained. There was a pause before he spoke again. "You know the more I think about it, the more I think your father tried to kill me. I told you he didn't like me."

Robin laughed, and before she could speak, someone else spoke on the radio. "No, if I wanted to kill you, I'd think of a much better way to do the job." Robin laughed harder.

"Robert, stop teasing the young man," Anna said over the radio.

"Anyway, stop the complaining Drake and lets find each other," Robert replied.

6:30 p.m.

Anna walked down the stairs from the tower. She had lost count of how many flights she had went down, but of all those flights, she passed only one window. Another window was coming up, though. She approached the window and saw that the sun had completely vanished. The sky was just a vast darkness, swallowing everything in its' path. Anna continued down as the stairs winded around a corner, the stairs creaking with every step.

Robin finally found the door in the large library, but something happened when she tried to open it. It didn't budge. She pulled it a little harder, but it still didn't move. The door was locked. Robin was locked in. Her fear started to, slowly, creep its' way out. She didn't want to be in here anymore. Taking a deep breath, Robin stepped back a couple of steps and than ran at the door. Nothing happened. She whined. Suddenly, she felt something brush her arm and she jumped. She turned to see what it was, but nothing was there. Robin turned back around slowly and stopped when she saw the door opened. "Oh my god," she whispered.

Anna heaved a sigh of relief as she saw the door at the end of the stairs. As she reached the door, she saw something white disappear up the stairs out of the corner of her eye, "What was that?" She saw nothing when she turned around, and so she continued through the door. The hallway stretched out in front of her, covered in blackness. And so Anna walked on.

Robin didn't stop to think how the door got open and ran out into the hallway. Then she stopped as she heard footsteps. She flashed her flashlight around as she tried to control her breathing and her heart beat. Her hand rested on her radio, wanting so badly to hear Patrick's voice but afraid to make a sound. Robin walked backwards, too afraid to turn around. The footsteps continued.

Anna walked forward carefully, trying to find the source of the footsteps. The footsteps didn't stop. She turned around and started to walk backwards, flashing the flashlight around in case she missed something. Suddenly, Anna crashed into something behind her.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Robin jumped around, her heart in her throat, to see what she bumped into. Her flashlight flashed on her mother's face. "Mom?!" Robin exclaimed and threw her arms around her.

"Robin?!" Anna also exclaimed, returning Robin's fierce hug. Two together, two separated.

6:45 p.m.

"What's with all the screaming?" Robert asked into the radio as he navigated the dark hall.

"Oh, mom and I just scared the crap out of each other," Robin answered smiling at her mother, "No big deal." They had started down the hall again.

"Well, I don't blame you. A lot of creepy stuff have been happening around here," Robert replied, "And it doesn't help to have Drake breathing so damn heavy into the radio."

"Patrick? Is he okay?" Robin asked worriedly.

"He's probably fine. I haven't heard from him though," Robert told her.

"Oh my god," Robin whispered and she looked at her mother with fear in her eyes. Anna put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Okay, um, where are you?"

"Right behind you," Robert simply said.

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

Robert smiled and laughed. Anna walked over to him. "Don't you ever do that again?" Anna yelled at him while hitting his arm. Robin watched her parents' interaction with amusement. Then she remembered Patrick.

"We have to find Patrick," Robin said and rushed off. Anna and Robert stopped bickering, and since Robin already ran off, they had no choice but to follow.

7:00 p.m.

"Patrick!" Robin called running down the hallways. She had run down a set of stairs and she could hear her parents behind her. She wasn't stopping. Robin wanted, needed, to see Patrick...hear him. "Patrick!"

Suddenly, a door opened ahead of her. She slowed to walk, her heart suddenly beating faster in her chest. Her parents caught up with her, and Anna put her arm around her daughter's shoulders. Robert walked ahead of them...

A/N: Are you scared? Please review. Please?