Found herself walking toward the back of the house. Jenny reminded herself to be brave, but this house just wasn't making it any easier to do that. She looked around and saw how dark it was in the room.The hall, with its very heavy wallpaper and thick dark hanging drapes, was like one of those old Victorian turn of the century melodrama's.You know the kind where there was a damsel in distress and Old wicked Sir Roderick,then just in the nick of time the dashing hero bounds to the rescue. Jenny, found herself thinking of Robert and wished he was here to steady her. The thought of his big strong hands holding her helped her to feel relaxed somehow.
"It was kinda funny" thought Jenny "there didn't seem to be anyone else here yet she felt someone's presence somehow".
Jenny walked on passed some heavy doors she bent down to see if see could see anything though the key hole. She felt like a naughty girl as she peeked in, then gasped as she saw
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