Nathan walked over to one of their makeshift desks, though it was really a big piece of wood on top of two packing crates pushed close together. Sure, if they had asked, their parents would have got them a proper desk and it would have been way over the top. The children really liked finding things for themselves and that much was obvious to anyone who saw the clubhouse. The windows had curtains made out of ripped bedsheets and on the walls were murals the children drew themselves out of markers, crayons and paint they had stole from one of the groundskeepers shed. Well, in their minds they borrowed it, because truthfully the paint belonged to their parents. All the drawings were simple, animals, people, flowers mainly, but there were several odd fantasy creatures drawn by Julia.

On the desk were several notebooks, with childish scribbles of ways they imagined they could take down the ghost. So far none of their plans had worked. Most of their ideas came from movies, which turned out to be really dumb. Go figure. They had also started to write everything that Emily had done to them so far, trying to find some sort of rhyme or reason for the evil creature being in their lives.

A very common thing they all saw was that Emily liked to call them "little sister", or "big brother" when she referred to them, or she called "dear little children". How long ago had Emily died? Is it possible she had some sort of relation to them or to the houses they both lived in? Was she jealous of their sibling bonds with each other?

"It's likely that she is related to us somehow, someway," Nathan said. "If not by blood, than by something else."

"Yeah, but even if that is true, that doesn't give us any idea of how we can put her to rest," Sarah said, grumpily. "What has she got against us and especially our parents?"

"Do you think..." Julia stopped. No the idea was outrageous, even to her. But it would explain so much. She looked around at everyone, the color draining from her face. "Never mind, I'll come back to this train of thought once I see more proof." Julia nibbled on her lower lip and started to rock back and forth.