When the photographer, Mr. Henry Trembles, pulled up to the Phantom Phamily's Estate, his eye grew wide as the decrepid, decaying
He tried to stay calm but his heart began to race, his knees began to quiver! With shaky hands, he picked up his camara case and equipment wishing that he had not taken this job! What was he thinking? The 13 mile drive to get to the Estate was enough to kill any man! It was nothing but a long, winding road with curves turning from left to right so quickly that his head was spinning as he tried to keep the
old Studabaker from going straight into the ravine!
If he had listened to the Towns People, he would be safely home right now, tucked in his feather bed, with his hot water bottle warming his feet! He would be comfortably alone, eating his dinner of wild boar and drinking his evening gruel.
He definitely would not be standing in the dark, trying to gather his courage to go up the rickety, broken steps and knock on the door. He stepped forward and then quickly shrank back , as a lone wolf howled eerily in the cold night air!
The three story mansion must have been a beautiful home once but now it was in ruins. All of the glass in the large windows had been broken out long ago and now the jagged remnants of the once lovely, black, silk curtains freely danced in the moonlight as the wind tossed them to and fro!
He gulped and slowly made his way up the steps and saw the huge door knocker that was made out of black metal to resemble some fierce creature he was sure he had never seen before!
He hesitated and then with a tremling hand, knocked on the door. A hollow sound echoed and then all was deathly quiet! He knocked again, much louder this time! Still, no sound came from behind the heavy weather-beaten door! It was as if he were trying to wake the dead!!
Before he could knock a third time, the large door swung open on rusty hinges, creaking shrilling as a musty damp smell invaded his senses and large cob webs of dust swirled and curled around his body! He looked up into the dark faces of the proprietors of the Phantom Mansion and fainted dead away! No one ever saw or heard from him again!
We know he was there, because these pictures were found years later, hanging upside down and crooked on the cold, damp walls of that old delapidated mansion! They are all alone, nothing but blank eyes staring out into the dark, dead of night!
Or so the Towns People say, no one can really be sure, because anyone who dares to enter the house doesn't stay long enough to really see what's inside! And on a cold, clear night, if you listen closely, you can hear the echo of the shrill screams of those brave souls who try to enter through the doorway of The Phantom Mansion!!
Dare you look at these pictures???
Every year the picture always look the same,
their clothes, their faces, and even their eyes!!
They Never Grew Old...
They just disappeared!!!