<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.45em;"><strong>Ashley asleep in bedroom 2</strong></span><br/><br/>The child's eyes delved into Ashley's soul and judged her wanting.  She, the waif of a child had been calling out her hunger, her fear, and shes oh so lonesome.  Ashley ran the halls of Avonleigh trying to catch the child to comfort her, but every time she got close, the child would be gone, leaving Ashley empty armed and in tears.  Then the scene would shift and a beautiful woman would be at her toilet seated in front of an ornate mirror.  A richly dressed gentleman would be staring into her eyes, and the love that glowed between them was palpable.  That image would blink out only for the child to appear and the calls to start again.  No matter how exhausted Ashley felt, she was compelled to follow the cries.  Finally, Ashley arrived in the attic, and hearing 'so hungry... please' wailed out from behind  two dusty tattered curtains hanging from a frayed rope.  A part of Ashley's mind wanted to shout, 'Don't do it' to herself.  One trembling hand reached to move the curtains; they disintegrated in her hands.  A scream tore from Ashley's throat when behind the curtain she saw the huge ornate mirror that belonged to the beautiful lady, and reflected in that mirror was an image of a peasant being hanged about the neck, and reflected in the eyes of the peasant was the child she had been chasing all night, and reflected in the eyes of the child was Ashley's own horrified face.<br/><br/>Ashley sprung forward in the bed.  Her heart was pounding so hard she was sure it would escape the confines of her chest.  She had seen many images in her visions, but nothing....nothing... she had no words.<br/><br/>Too rattled to go back to sleep, she slid from the bed, and dressed quickly.  Not wanting to disturb anyone, Ashley slipped from the bedroom and down the hall to the library, hoping to find something on the history of Avonleigh.