A Deadly Dream
...it happened again tonight. For the the third night since moving into her late grandfather's manor, she woke up feeling extremely nauseous. She clutched her stomach and began gasping, as if something was stealing her breath away. Perhaps this place was haunted? All the servants said as much as they quit their jobs. She had planned to move her family here after inheriting the place, but at this rate she would have to cancel those plans. She could always sell the place, but her grandfather had built up his wealth over his lifetime. Selling the manor would be an insult to what he had accomplished. No, she'd have to do something to stop the strange illness. When the nausea had passed, she picked up her cellphone and made a call. "...hello Mary? Sorry to bother you so late at night. Could you tell me more about that place you were talking about?" ************************************* "This seems to be the place." She looked up at the building in front of her...