A/N: This chapter may seem a little boring, sorry about that, but there are a few things I needed to explain before I could continue with the story, otherwise no one would know what the story is on about, and the story really would be a failure

Also this story is more of what Lisbon thinks, since the last two we had more of Jane and what he thought.

Okay on with the story.

David Logins was standing beside a large cabinet where he had now pulled out a glass bottle of whisky; he then proceeded to pull out three glasses, and filled them all half way.

"I am glad to see that you arrived here before it was too late, I was starting to worry they you agents would not get here until after 12, when you didn't show up at 8." David Logins told them, as he handed out the whisky.

"No thanks." Lisbon refused the alcohol with a wave of her hand. Jane had taken the drink offered to him.

"Why ever not?" Asked David, a little offended by the fact that she had refused the drink.

"She's no fun; everything is business with her." Jane explained, "But I have to say this is quite good. You really should try some Lisbon, it's not like you're on duty."

"No it's okay; I just don't feel like any right now, it's a little late." Lisbon replied, starting to get a little annoyed now, she was tired, she still felt a little zapped out after she had fainted, and on top off all that she still hadn't eaten yet, and her stomach was starting to get a little impatient at the lack of food.

"Mrs Carlen told us you were asleep already?" She stated, "What caused you to arise from your peaceful slumber?" She asked, something about this man just made her feel suspicious of him. And the uncanniness of him looking just like the dead man that had been on his other property they had just come from, told her something wasn't right.

"Oh, I was asleep, but Cinder said she was leaving at 10, she normally doesn't stay after 6, but I asked her to for your sake." He told them. "I wanted to make sure someone was here to greet you, if you happened to arrive after 10."

"Nice place you have here, did you know Count Dracula?" Jane asked, he had been quiet up till now.

"Yes, I have to admit it is a little on the horror side, but I find it is a right nice old house, quite spacious, not to mention it's perfect for some of the filming on the movie I am currently working on." David didn't seem at all offended by Jane's remark. "I hope you both will have an exciting visit."

"Sir we're here on business not vacation, your daughter had been murder and we have come here to question you, also I have another murder to question you about as well." David Logins had raised an eyebrow to the mention of a second.

"Another murder?"

"Yes, on the property where your wife is living at the moment, a man that looked just like you was found dead in the barn, it looks like he's been dead for over a week."

"Hmmm yes, well it's too late to be discussing this at the moment, you guys must be starved." It was more of a statement then a question. Before either could reply, he opened a door to his right, and headed down a narrow corridor, fumbling a little at first, but then finding his way, soon followed by Jane.

Something was wrong, Lisbon could feel it. Why didn't he at all seem to care that his daughter had been murdered, and why had he not wanted to talk about the man that had been found dead, who looking just like him? Something didn't seem to add up here and it was annoying her. Jane hadn't seemed to let on that he figured David as a murderer yet.

Thinking these things over in her mind for a while, she decided to follow them. She ended up in a small room that wasn't at all welcoming; it had a large table with a few bowls of food on it. It had six large chairs sitting around it. Two of the chairs had a plate in front of them with some food on them. Lisbon guessed that the food was meant for them.

"Please take a seat and sit down. I had Cinder prepare supper for you so that you had something to fill yourselves with. "He waved his hands towards the two chairs that had the plates before them, and then took another seat on the opposite side of the two he had indicated.

Not quite sure what to say, Lisbon had taken a seat, and watched as Jane sat down next to her. The food on her plate didn't look too bad. It consisted of some sort of steak; it wasn't beef, which she was sure of. Some peas and spud, and a large glass of whisky, she took it to be, sat near both of their plates.

"Looks good." Jane licked his lips, while taking the napkin that had been laid beside the plate, and tucked it into his shirt.

"Yes it is quite good, sorry that we did not keep it warm for you." David muttered, from where he sat, he had taken a few grapes from a bowl and was popping them into his moth in-between talking.

"Since we are all seated, shouldn't we get acquainted? I know you are agents, but I do not know your names. Of course you know mine."

Lisbon eyed David Logins at these words; he certainly wasn't acting as a grieving parent should have been when they had just found their daughter was dead. Jane on the other hand didn't at all seem bothered by the question.

"Patrick Jane, consultant for the CBI, my lovely assistant is Agent Teresa Lisbon."

Lisbon almost choked on the part of steak she had been eating, "Assistant?" She questioned.

"I do believe I added a lovely before that." He went to the measure of emphasising the lovely.

Shaking her head she turned back to David, "If you don't mind me asking, you don't seem all that upset over the loss of your daughter." She stated, before taking a spoonful of peas.

"Because I have never met her, yes that might seem hard to believe, that I have never met her, but for now let keep the questioning for later. Let's say tomorrow." Lisbon was about to refuse, but Jane had spoken before she had the chance.

"That Mrs Carlen and her husband, what makes them stay here alone working this house, and gates?" The question had been sudden and Lisbon had not been prepared for Jane to ask this, but she was interested to find out what the answer was, she couldn't see how anyone could chose to live in a hellhole like this.

"Well as far as I know the Carlen's have taken care of this house ever since anyone can remember; certainly the owners of this house were happy enough to keep them on."

"That's probably because the Carlen's are really ghosts that haunt this house, waiting to prey on victims like Lisbon and I." Jane took a bite at his steak.

"This house has stories tied to it, you know." David placed both of his hands together in front of him, and rested his elbows on the table.

"Oh do tell." Jane said, making his voice sound like a child's.

"I really don't think I should." David told him, his eyes staring out into space.

"Why bring up that this house has stories tied to it, if you won't tell them?" Lisbon asked frowning; this man really didn't seem to make a lot of scene to her.

David sighed. "Suppose," he said slowly, "you heard the stories, and decided not to stay the night. How would you leave, the gates are locked."

Lisbon was about to make a remake that they were not kids, when he continued.

"Grave Hill House has a reputation for insistent hospitality, it seems to dislike letting its guest get away. The last person who tried to leave Grave Hill House in darkness-it was twenty one years ago. He was at the gates, when his car lost control and crushed him against the wall. Suppose I tell you about Grave Hill House, and you want to leave? What if what happened to the man twenty one years ago happened to you? I'd never be able to forgive myself."

"We wouldn't try to escape, I can assure you that." Jane told him honestly, Lisbon had no intention of leaving either, they were here to question this man, and if that meant staying overnight and waiting until tomorrow to question him then so be it.

"Fine, if you insist I shall tell you the tales of Grave Hill House." At that David picked up the whisky that had been sitting on the table near him and took a sip.

"Oh goody a ghost story, I do love a ghost story." Jane chined, in the same childish voice he had used before.

"If you please." David was stiff. "We are not children sitting around a campfire telling horror stories." He added.

Lisbon couldn't help but snicker at this; it was fun to see him get told off by someone else, instead of herself. Jane didn't seem to care though. His facial expression never changed, and still had that ridiculous smile plastered all over his face.

"If you've had it with your antics for now, I shall continue on with my story, if not I shall not bother telling them." David said sternly. "Now I shall begin." "Lisbon didn't believe in the paranormal, so she wasn't all that interested in what David was about to say, but Jane looked like he was all ears.

"I believe that some houses are just born badly. Grave Hill House, I believe, has been unfit for human habitation for upwards of thirty years. I have only just begun to settle down in it since the beginning of last week. This house is said to be haunted."

"Yeah right." Lisbon scoffed, "As if there is such a thing as hunted." She muttered, she had finished her meal now, and was listening to David tell his story.

He ignored Lisbon, "I first heard about this house a year ago when I read the morning paper while going through the small town to the east of here. "

"Let me guess, there was a scandal?" Jane asked before going on. "The scandal consisted of suicide and madness and lawsuits."

"Why yes, that is what happened? How did you know?" David asked, surprised for the first time that night.

"You'll be surprised at what I know." Jane smiled taking a grape from the bowl and popping it into his mouth.

"Hmmm." David eyed Jane suspiciously before going on, "Grave Hill House was built more than 100 years ago. It was built as a home for a family, the man that had chosen to build this house, name was Graven Kulam, he had hoped this would become a country home where he could see his children and grandchildren live in comfortable luxury, and where he fully expected to end his days in quiet. Sadly for him Grave Hill House was a sad house almost from the beginning; Graven Kulam's young wife died minutes before she first was to set eyes on the house, when her horse she had been riding was scared by a snake and threw her, she hit her head on a sharp rock, the lady was brought, lifeless, I believe, into the home her husband had built for her. He was a sad and bitter man, Graven Kulam, left with two small daughters to bring up, but he did not leave Grave Hill House."

"Poor man, it must have been hard for the children, to lose their mother, and on top of that have to live in a house like this." Lisbon muttered after a bit.

"Actually Graven Kulam remarried again, twice more, I believe. Sadly he seemed to be very unlucky in this department. The second Mrs Kulam died of a fall, someone mentioned, so I don't know much about it, apart from the fall had killed her. Her death seems to have been as tragically unexpected as the first Mrs Kulam. The third died of what they used to call consumption, somewhere abroad; there is, somewhere in the library, a collection of postcards sent to the two little girls left behind in Grave Hill House from their father and their stepmother traveling from one health resort to another. The little girls were left with the housemaid until their stepmother's death. After that Graven Kulam declared his intention of closing Grave Hill House and remaining abroad, and his daughters were sent to live with a cousin of their mother's, and there they remained until they were old enough to leave."

"Interesting." Jane murmured.

"The two sisters where left the house when Graven Kulam had died, which was shortly after his third wife's death. Years went by; when finally they decided that the older sister should have the house since the younger had married. The older sister ended up living here lone for a number of years, almost in seclusion, although the village just east knew her. In the end the older sister died of pneumonia here in the house. There were stories later of a doctor called too late, of the old lady lying neglected upstairs while the younger woman dallied in the garden with some village lout, but I suspect that these are only scandalous inventions."

"Nothing seems to point towards this house being hunted; I don't see how these storied where supposed to make us want to leave." Lisbon pointed out.

"Yes well, Grave Hill House has an impressive list of tragedies connected with it, but then, most houses have. The companion that had been living with the older sister received the house in the older sisters will. The younger sister believed that she had been cheated, and would not stop hounding the companion; there are countless rumours of her braking into the house at night and sending death threats and other notes to the companion. In the end the companion killed herself."

"I bet she hung herself." Chipped in Jane from where he sat, he really did seem to be into the story, Lisbon thought.

"Yes she did, but how did you know?" Asked David surprised again that Jane knew this.

"Where about in this house did she do it?" Jane asked, ignoring David's question.

"They say she hung herself from the turret on the tower. After the death, the house passed legally into the family name that owns it now, the Kindlers." David answered, "Well that is all for now it is late, and I must be off to bed."

"That's it, what about the part of the story that is supposed to scare the living day lights out of us?" Lisbon asked, surprised that the story wasn't nearly as scary as she had thought it would be.

"That my dear, I shall not tell you, I will warn you though, that I would advise you not to go walking around at night. The house watches, it watches every move you make."

They said their good nights, and then left David Logins as they headed back upstairs, it was then that Lisbon realized she had forgotten to ask about another room, there was still no way she was going to share a room with Jane.

As she closed the door of the red room behind her, Lisbon thought that it might be the darkness and oppression of Grave Hill House that made it so unwelcoming. Taking off her shoes, she slid them under the bed; she noticed Jane did so also.

"So I guess we are going to be roommates after all." Jane literally made that sound like hell.

"No bed, you're getting the floor, I already told you that, I'll take the blanket, and you can have the quilt." She told him.

"Really, you're still going with the, make me sleep on the cold hard floor, while you get the soft bed?" He asked, sounding more than a little hurt.

"Suck it up Jane; I'm not in the mood to put up with your nonsense right now." She sighed, taking the quilt off the bed, and placing it on the floor near the foot of the bed, for him to sleep on. As she was laying the quilt down, she heard the bed bounce; looking up Jane had wiggled his way under the blanket that was left on the bed.

"You son of a-"

"Tut, tut, you know it is very un-lady like to swear." Jane told her, in a matter-of-fact tone, waving his finger at her.

"Whatever, I'll sleep on the floor." She rubbed her head, as she went over and blew out the candles. Then heading over to the door she locked it.

"Thought you didn't find the story scary." Came Jane's voice in the dark.

"Don't, I just don't trust David Logins, there's something about him that just screams don't trust him. She muttered, before lying down on the quilt and dropping off to sleep intently. She was soon to learn that sleeping on the floor was the worst thing she could have ever done in this house.

Next chapter should start to get a little creepy, I hope ^^o.o^^

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