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10:53 PM

Erin was moving slowly up the stairs, green eyes scanning as much as she could in the dimly lit house. Suddenly, someone was climbing the steps behind her! Erin gasped and turned around quickly with the poker clutched tightly in her hands! But the sound of someone ascending the stairs after her, stopped, and no one was there.

Her heart was racing. This damned place is haunted... she told herself, trying to calm her nerve. Then there were more footsteps, up the stairs and down the hall. Then she heard a sudden rattling and the shutters in the far room banging against the house. "Damn," she breathed, and hurried up the stairs, and down the hall. If she didn't close that window and some of the Weir's things were ruined it would be her fault.

She flicked the light on in the room as she entered. It was a large room, the master maybe, or perhaps just a large guest room. Erin couldn't be sure. All the rooms here were huge. She crossed the floor quickly, setting her poker down as she leaned out into the rain to grab the shutters.

That proved harder than it should have in the storm. The wind blew them aggressively. Eventually she slammed each shutter against the house to stop it, before running her hands to the sides and pulling them closed along with the window, then locking it.

While less dry than wet now, Erin wasn't soaked. The large house provided bits of shield from the rain, and her shirt and hair would dry quickly enough. She searched this bedroom's bathroom for a towel, and made quick work of the water that had made it inside, patting dry her arms, face and chest when she was done.

Just as she finished, the light in the room went out. Erin froze. She had convinced herself that someone was here. Then she'd concluded that it had to be a ghost or something. She really didn't believe in things like that. But nothing else made sense. She wasn't crazy.

Green eyes squinted in the darkness, trying to adjust, but there was only blackness. With the storm outside, and the mansion huge, the only light provided came from the sudden and irregular strikes of lightening. She could almost hear her own heartbeat, concluding that the power was out completely. No steady humming from the a/c or various electronics and appliances around the mansion, just an eerie quiet.

The rain beat steadily against the side of the house, and thunder rumbled. The room lit up and she gauged how many steps there might be from here to the door. Where had her poker gone? She didn't know. But she also assumed it wouldn't help against something intangible. She sighed. Maybe she was crazy.

Her plan was to get to Jackson's room now and check on him. She'd wait there until the power came back on or until the Weir's came home. Whichever came first. She crept slowly with her arms outstretched to keep her from bumping into walls or furniture. Lightning lit the hall and Erin stopped. Had there been something there, in the shadows? Her heart thudded heavily in her chest.

She ran her hand along the hall walls, over each door, counting them. When she got to Jackson's, she reached down to twist the knob, but it wouldn't turn. She tried harder. When it wouldn't budge, Erin began to really panic. "Jackson," she said, a little above a whisper. "Jackson?" she called, louder, turning at the door handle frantically, shaking it.

Somewhere in the madness, she may have heard a knocking at the front door. But over the slamming shutters and thunder, it was unlikely that she would register that, especially since she knew no one could get through the gate, and the Weirs wouldn't have knocked.