Heather looked at the other two women with disdain and then at Evie as if she were out of her mind. "You want to look around Aryn Manor? Nobody ever looks around this place because nobody knows who owns it anymore." When she saw Evie studying the pictures and paintings she felt even more uneasy. "That's a picture of the family who used to live here. They lived a normal life until the father came back from war, then the parties stopped, visitors were never invited or could get past the main gate if they still came. Then the people in the town stopped seeing his wife and children and rumours spread he had killed them, but before anyone could ask him what happened to them, he disappeared too. Now you may think having a good look around would be fun but I don't. Nobody said whoever kidnapped us would have left the doors unlocked for us to walk out but that doesn't mean we have to play the tourists while we wait for him to come back."<br/><br/>Though the house was very dusty and had cobwebs in every corner the manor did not look as if it had not been lived in for a century. The furniture had not decayed and strangely neither had the rugs or carpets though it was obvious they needed a good clean.<br/>It was then Heather began to hear the sound of classical music coming from another room across the hall. "I have a really bad feeling this place holds memories none of us should ever see, and don't tell me neither of you can hear that music."  And she really knew she didn't want to meet what was within this house whatever or whoever it might be.