Jacob and Alexandria need a break so they can catch up on some sleep. Andy help Henry on some of this investigations of anything unusual and so Annabeth and Evie meet up with Dickens for the next task.
It was night time when the two walk into the pub, "How nice to see you again, Mr. Dickens, is it time for another of The Ghost Club's stories?" Evie asks him, "As a matter of fact, yes! Follow me!" he tells the two and walks out of the pub, they followed him. "Number fifty Berkeley Square: four stories high, and branded: "BEWARE ALL THOSE WHO ENTER". There has been many strange tales of this dreadful domicile." he tells them as they walk down the street, the two exchange looks.
"The earliest report of haunting was said to be the specter of a small girl who was murdered by a servant. She could be seen at the attic window, weeping and wringing her little hands in an agony of despair." he tells them, Annabeth nods at her and opens the door for him, he steps inside and she closes the door after him and they both walk up and sit up front and Evie took the reins. "Another legend is claim that the attic is haunted by the spirit of a young girl, who purportedly threw herself from the top floor windows to escape her abusive uncle. Her screaming ghost has reportedly been sighted hanging from the window ledge." Dickens tells them.
Annabeth pretends to be hung by the neck and play dead, sticking her tongue out. Evie shoves her and Annabeth stops and looks at her them shrugs. "This residence was briefly owned by a Mr. James Jasper. A choirmaster and an opium addict. His nephew, Edward, was betrothed to one of Mr. Jasper's pupils, the fair and delicate Rose. However, Edward disappeared under mysterious circumstances, followed by Jasper himself. Perhaps grief sent him back to the soothing arms of his narcotic mistress." he tells them and they arrive at the place.
Annabeth jumps down and then opens the door for Dickens as Evie steps down as well. He steps out and they all walk inside the house, "Though this house is vacant, some say it comes alive at night with screams of terror, ringing bells and slamming shutters." he informs them and then suddenly Annabeth snaps her hand up at the next floor, "Do… do you hear that?" she asks them, they look at her and listen. "Is that music?" she asks and walks upstairs, the two followed her and they walk in front of a piano that was playing by itself.
"Although eerie, this phenomenon is easily produced by pneumatic tubes and valves! There are claims that a long man was cage in the attic, his only, his only connection to the rest of the world of a tiny hole in the door – a young man who was reduce to madness by this isolation." he tells them and the music stops, they then walk to the next stairs to the third floor. "The legends all seem to focus on one room in particular." he states and the walk into a room where a cradle was rocking itself. Annabeth kneels down and expects it, "A sudden draft, nothing more!" Dickens states, then the cradle stops rocking itself.
Then suddenly there sounds child's laughter, "Oh my… Perhaps… I shall wait here while you investigate the source of that laughter, which is not at all unsettling!" he tells them. They both saw that he was very scared at the moment and so they both ran back down stairs and look under the piano, then the laughter was even louder, they both stood up and look over seeing a little boy, he then ran down the stairs and outside, the two followed and gave chase, Annabeth then reaches out and grabs a hold of the back of his shirt and picks him off the ground and he started kicking his legs.
"Let me go, you moke!" he shouts out, gripping onto Annabeth's hand, then Evie walks in front of him. "Charming." she states and crosses her arms, "Now tell me, why where you at that house?" she questions him, "What's it to you?" he shouts back, "Out it it." Annabeth orders him, "All right, all right! We were there for the treasure. We found a key to the secret passage." he tells her, "What secret passage?" Evie asks him, "Yeah. Number fifty's got a secret passage. Here, take it! Just leave me be!" he tells them, handing Evie the key and Annabeth places him on his feet.
The two then ran back to the house, back up the two sets of stairs and walk up to Dickens, "I found a lock but I haven't located the key." he tells them. "It's here." Evie states pulling the key out of her pocket she then walk up to the wall with the painting and places the key into the slot and turns it, that opens the hidden passage way and the three walk up the stairs.
The saw two cranes for something and Annabeth walks up to one and pushes it forward, they hear a creaking sound. "Ah-ha, so that's how it work!" Dickens exclaims, "Impressive." Evie states and then she pushes the second one forward. Then the music returns, then door on the side opens and there stood a man with the look of a mad man, "Get out of my house!" he snaps, pulling out his knife. He then charges at Annabeth, "Stand back Charlies." Evie inform Dickens, "Oh my…" he mumbles, but she grips his wrist, twist it, making him drop his blade as she twist it, "There was whose love for Rose came near to equaling mine! It should have been enough to keep my beloved nephew away." he states and then Annabeth throw him at Evie and she pulls him in a head lock and slits his throat.
He gags and grips his throat and drops it his knees as blood ran down his hand, "My poor Ned. Forgive- I did it in my mind!" he states short as he live left him and he left to the floor, dead. Annabeth sigh, "Come on." Evie tells her and they both walk down the stairs and out the back door. "Alas the myth has been discredited. There was no ghost in Berkeley Square. Just a wretched soul, driven to murder and madness by guilt and intoxication." he tells them, Annabeth look up at the house, "Lets not forget jealousy and obsession." she adds, Evie looks at her. "I think this has the makings of a rather fine novel. I wonder if I have one left in me…" he mumbles and walks off, the two just look at each other.