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James slowly stood up, bewildered, and looked around at the queer landscape. This certainly felt like a
dream. Thinking about it being a dream made James change his mind though. He knew it was real, he could
feel it was real, no matter how bizarre. He started walking towards the house trying not to pay
attention to the drones on either side of him when one of the spooky figures stepped out of the line,
looked at James, and suddenly formed a recognizable face. James stood by uneasily and when the man was
within distance, James knew the face. It was his late Great-Uncle Wilber!

My boy! My boy! Yer here! Well, this means you found da house? Right? he said while hugging a
stunned James with glee.

Ye ye yes James answered, unsure of himself, taking a step away from Great-Uncle Wilbers
ghost.

No need ta be frightened of me now. There aint much time, my boy. Aint much time at all! I gotta
tell ya what you need to know. Firstly though, you gotta be strong! Dont be worried! Im here to
watch over ya. This family needs ya now, boy. We need ya bad!

Okay, Wilber. Ill be strong. Just like when mom and dad died. Ill keep it together, just like you
always taught me.

Good, good, my boy! Thats a Dorris man!

That, that thing! It took the little girl! And I wound up here! Where am I? What is this place?

You saw him? Oh my, what a fright! Im sorry for that, boy. Well now, Im sure you know about heaven
and hell. This here is a place in between. Kinda of a place to work hard to absolve your past sins. All
these folks ya see here, they workin hard, boy! When ya work away your past evils, they come! From
above! To take ya to a better place, a great place! Well, sometimes, if ya dont try, if ya dont
care, then the scary ones come. I dont wanna tell ya what thats like! Anyways, just occasionally, a
a soul, yea, a soul can get stuck! This here thing you saw, thsmonster, well, hes stuck. And hes
holding yer great-great-auntie against her will!

My my, great-great-aunt? You mean your own aunt? My daddys Great-Aunt Sarah? The little girl who
died from being sick?

Yea, James. Thats the one, but she didnt die by no sickness. She was murdered! By her uncle on her
mothers side! Damn Martins! Barin was his name. You see, this man was pure evil. Oh, so evil, in
real life! As a child, he loved to torture and kill animals. And as young man, just outa school, well,
the family thinks he done killed a neighbor boy, although no one could prove it! Well, one day, as an
adult, he came over to the house. He hadnt been there to see yer great-great-grandparents, his mommy
and daddy in years and years! Well, your great-great-grammy werent home, out shoppin I guess, and
your great-great-granddaddy was clear out in the woods, collecting twigs and such for the fires. Little
Sarah was just out in the front, playin, such a sweet child! Well, Barin, who had beenup to nothin
but bad, bad things his whole life suddenly had an inklin. He took Sarah, up to the attic, and killed
the poor thing! I aint gunna get into the details. But she were dead! When your great-great-granddaddy
got home he found em! When he saw what Barin did, well, he went berserk! Killed ol Barin with a
garden hoe! After that day, your great-great-granddaddy went to the mental hospital until he died. And
your great-great-grammy went to stay with her sister, Bertha Martin.

Has anyone lived in that place since? James asked.

Nope. After that day the place just sat. No one but vagrants ever go yonder. You see though, one
person, one person in the family can see things, special things, sent from Sarah, or at least thats
what I know now that Im here. And, well, I guess that persons you! Thats why you had all them
dreams. Thats why you went out to that there house. Barin, though, hes so evil! And hes got power
too! He studied in them, dark arts or blood magic, or whatever! Thats why you seen so many queer
things I guess.

I see the house. Right now. Just a ways right in front of me! Dont you see it? Cant you help me?
James pleaded.

No boy, I cant see it. I gotta get back to my work before I get into a whole heap of trouble! I got
me a little time left before I can press onto heaven! Only you can see that place. Only you can help
Sarah. Go there. Find her. When you do, hold her hand! Hold her hand and pray that she can be released
from that devil! If a living, breathing soul can do that, then shell be set free!

What of Barin? Hell rip me to shreds!

No. He cant. He can make you think your being hurt. He can scare you. He cant actually do anything
to you at all here. Nothing can hurt you here. Itll all be in your mind. Just in your mind. Remember
that! Now go! And hurry! Wilber said as he stood up straight, face disappearing, and walked back into
the line of souls within the crowd.

James was terrified, yet knew he had to succeed. He sprinted to the house, and was there in minutes. The
place looked different than before. It wasnt broken with wolves chained outside and it wasnt old,
tattered and frightening. For it looked new. Clean and sparkling with a full lawn of green grass and a
beautiful oak tree in the front yard. The colors stood out as everything else was grey and near the tree
were two old hound dogs, not wolves and not snarling. They just kept lying and looking at James with
worry and hope. He went directly to the door and entered.

Inside, the place looked new. The furniture and decorations from more than a century ago were clean and
sparkling and he noticed the chair, the rocking chair, in the parlor, that looked newly built, sitting
by an open fire place with a fresh afghan over the back. He then heard a scream. A shrilling howl that
jolted his memory and made him spring back into action. He knew he had to save Sarah.

He ran up the stairs and found the ladder to attic; pulled out as if someone had used it recently. He
darted up the steps and leaped inside to see the ghastly figure of Barin, still all black as night with
those atrocious green eyes glowing and fangs protruding from his mouth, standing over the lovely girl
who was laying on her back upon the floor. Barin let out a seething decry showing his appalling face to
James. And despite feeling dreadful, James stood his ground, and yelled back to the monster,

Go! Leave here! Leave the precious girl be! And get back into hell where you belong!

The harrowing ghoul disappeared, then reappeared before James, thrusting his razor claws into James
stomach while looking him directly in the eyes! James stopped, his own eyes widened, he felt
excruciating pain, he thought this was it, the end, the end of his existence. How could he possibly
fight a fiend so woeful and powerful? He then tasted blood, the blood spilling from his mouth as the
beast screamed out in delight. But before his eyes closed, before he let death pass over him, before he
perished forever, he heard a voice. Wilber. His great-uncles voice in his ear,

Remember, James! He cant really hurt ya! Its not real! Dont fall for it! Or youll leave this
here place and Sarah will be trapped forever!

Please, James! the voice of the young beauty rang out, Cast him away! You can do it! Youre
living! You have the power! Grab him! Throw him! Save me!
Suddenly James eyes opened, he breathed in a monsterous breath of air, grabbed Barins phantom head,
looked directly into the savage eyes and said in a loud yet calm manner,

Leave here! Go to the infernal regions where you belong! Leave this place, leave this girl, and live
out your days in the bottomless pit of everlasting fire!

Barins eyes suddenly stopped glowing, his body and face turned back into man and he stared at James
eyes, no longer full of hate and confidence. Now he had nothing but a look of panic and trepidation. He
screamed. Screamed and convulsed and vanished in a burst of hellish color.

James scrambled to Sarah. He slid on the floor next to the tiny girl and took both of her hands in his
saying,

Youre free now Sarah! Go! Go to where you belong!

James passed out.

He awoke with a massive headache. He sat up and looked around. He was in the haunted mansion. However,
despite its broken and run-down appearance, he felt a sense of calm. The sun was shining in through the
attic window and before he could get to his feet an apparition appeared. It was Sarah. Sarah Dorris.
Looking as cute as ever withge grin plastered across her face. And she said,

Thank you, James.

And disappeared in flash of glorious light.

BIO: Im an amateur writer, born in Saint Louis, MO, currently living in the Orlando, FL area, and had
lived abroad in Asian countries for 12 years. I have always loved horror, dark fiction, fantasy, and
science-fiction, reading constantly and writing when I can. I will soon have a fantasy tale on a serial
fiction website running each week and .