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It was a chilly, cloudy winter day during the Civil War era when the stage wagon of a very wealthy woman, Ms. Margaret, and her uncle and priest, Father Mills, had gone to look at an old plantation in Montgomery. The old home had at one time been a cotton plantation owned by a distant relative of Ms. Margaret’s who had passed away long ago. Since no one had claimed the home, Ms. Margaret decided to take it. The home was far too valuable to let down. As they drove up closer to the manor, Ms. Margaret got a better view of it.

“My word, isn’t it beautiful Father Mills?”, gasped Ms. Margaret.

“Well I’ll be ”, exclaimed Father Mills.

The mansion was highly ornate, like those of the palaces in France. The home had been abandoned for about a year, so it was a little run down, but even the years could not hide it’s beauty. When the stage wagon pulled up to the grand portico, a strange feeling came about, unnoticed by the two people unpacking their belongings and talking.

A year went by. The lives of the small, yet happy family, went by without problem, but by the beginning of the second year, things began to get bad. Ms. Margaret was struck with a terrible illness that left her with a high fever for many days. Father Mills thought this would be the best opportunity to invite over Ms. Margaret’s brother, Mr. Foster, and his children, Jeremiah and Alexi, to come a stay a while. Of course Mr. Foster accepted his offer and rushed over from Atlanta to stay. Not too long after he arrived, the city of Atlanta was burned, where Mr. Foster’s townhouse was. So as it went, Mr. Foster and his children had to stay with his sister for a longer time than they had expected.

After about two weeks after the arrival of her brother, Ms. Margaret became better. Even so, she was not quite herself. She would be found constantly talking to herself to inanimate objects. Her troubled relatives would also find her walking up and down the halls of the enormous plantation mumbling and in a trance like state. Her once beautiful brown hair grew long and messy. She became thin and pale. The once graceful hands became bony, with long wicked nails protruding from their tips. A feeling of doom fell upon the home.

One day, Mr. Foster was walking down the hall when he happened to see Ms. Margaret in the library. He cleared his throat to get her attention, but it didn’t work. He walked over to get a better look. She was sitting in a large chair in front of the fireplace, gazing mindlessly in a sort of trance-like state. Mr. Foster decided to ask her a few questions.

“Margaret, is everything all right?”, He kindly asked. She did not answer.

“Margaret, can you hear me?”, He asked, but only to get no reply.

“Margaret, is-“, but his sentence was cut short when Ms. Margaret very quickly turned her head towards him, which startled him. Their eyes met, sending a shiver down Mr. Foster’s spine.

“What do you want?”, Ms. Margaret asked in a dry, scratchy voice.

“I-I just w-wanted to see if everything was alright, if you needed anything.”, Mr. Foster stuttered. Ms. Margaret gave no reply and simply went back into her maddened daze.