Is Ms. Hastings gone already? Sasha turned around and almost fainted in shock. Are ghosts playing tricks on me? How is this possible? In front of her was a huge gothic-style staircase and entryway lit with nearly burnt-out candles. “Woah. Seriously...creepy. Where the hell did this come from?” Sasha wondered out loud. She heard whispers on the air, but could only make out bits and pieces. Ghosts again, perhaps? “Hello? Is someone there? Seriously, if there is someone there, I’m listening!” Sasha looked around as her eyes adjusted to the dim light. She then started to whisper. “There has to be someone here. There are candles lit. Someone had to light them.” Then she heard what sounded like sliding panels directly behind her, she couldn’t tell whether they were wood or stone, and then a creaking noise. “What the hell?!” she exclaimed, turning around. “The door just disappeared. This is nuts.” “This is out of time.” a man said, and Sasha could have sworn he just appeared from nowhere.
