<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">Abby Daniels</span></b><br/><br/>Abby's body was frozen, but she could hear what was going on around her.  The woman who rolled her over had a voice similar to the one that had screamed in her head.  Too similar for it to be a coincidence.  But she was having trouble focusing on what that might mean.<br/><br/>A relative had once told her that her mother had been sensitive to the supernatural.  She was able to see and communicate with ghosts. Abby had been skeptical, since she didn't believe in ghosts, but did not voice her doubts to the relative. Even at this moment, she suspected this was some kind of trick, rather than the supernatural.  Someone was going to a lot of trouble to create the illusion that the house was haunted.  But why?  Did the house revert back to the family if the house's new owner refused to accept ownership from fear of ghosts?<br/><br/>"Oh Marcus, what have you gotten me into", she thought to herself.  Abby certainly didn't want the mansion.  It was too big for her needs.<br/>And what the hell was Karl doing with his hands under her dress?<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">"No medical necklace. This might be the first time this has happened to her."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">Of course there was no medical necklace.  Abby was in perfect health. . . . . . other than being in a frozen state.  </span>The bra?  Well, she hadn't worn one upon arriving at the mansion.  It would have looked strange with the plunging V at the front of the dress.  The bra came with the maid's outfit, neither of which fit her properly.  If she were about to die, she would have preferred it be in that lovely dress of Margot's rather than this ill-fitting maid's outfit.  Damn!  Was she that vain?  Hell, she wore a waitress's outfit for a living that was not much different from the maid's outfit.<br/><br/>"OK, Abby, you need to open your eyes so they'll know you're still in here" she said to herself.  "Or say something, dammit!"  But try as she might, nothing was working.  And Mr. Muscles didn't seem to know that the phones weren't working either.