Amanda Darling jumped at the chance to join the cool kids and enter the Woodside Manor. Amanda Darling doesn't know she's making a mistake. Amanda Darling is as good as dead. The autumn air blows extra hard this October morning stinging the faces of the cool crowd, Amanda doesn't want to show weakness, she pretends the blowing air is not affecting her. Lisa Winters shudders at the new breeze. Her boyfriend Xander Summers puts his jacket over Lisa. He realizes this was a mistake, he begins to shiver. The group is standing outside the Woodside Manor. The Woodside Manor is beautiful. Old as it is, u can still sense that this building was once a place of sophistication and beauty.

Brent, a friend of Lisa is the first to make his way to the door. He opens the door slowly, it makes a creaking noise. Brent backs off, horrified.

"Come on!" Lisa becomes angered by Brents lack of courage. The group soon agrees that the best option is to send Amanda Darling in, they decide that in order to join the group she must enter alone, and tell them what she finds. Amanda agrees to thier terms. She enters.

"Dead girl walking!"

Everybody wants to be popular, especially Amanda Darling. Goofy, dorky Amanda Darling. She wasn't a people person, she wanted to be, but it just didn't work. She didn't know where she fit in either. She had weird stringy hair, a strange sense in style, and wasn't rich like everybody else.

Finally Amanda has reached the main hallway. All Amanda could do was gasp. The beauty, the perfection, it all seemed like a dream. The giant Manor seemed like it could throw the parties it used to. Why did this house close down? What happened to it? What made it "haunted" and feared?

Ghosts, that's what all of the stories that leave this place have in common. They all share the factor of ghosts. Some say that there was a girl who was murdered here by the "Saw-Slinging-Slasher" some say that the ghost of the "Slasher" himself still wander these halls. Whatever the case Amanda was about to find out the difference between myth and fact.

Hauntings are always scary, unless you're looking for ghosts. Amanda wasn't quite sure what she WAS looking for. She knew she has to find something to make her look cool, look tough, look like she belongs. There was a noise, upstairs. Was she ready to find what she was looking for?

In the attic, Amanda went. The attic didn't match the rest of the decor. The attic was musty, dark. The smell of something older than old filled the air. Amanda knew she was in for something. To get to the attic there is a ladder that comes down from the ceiling. If someone were to fall...well, let's just say, it wouldn't be funny.

Just around the corner, there was the noise again, it was a clicking sound, a rattle sound. Amanda didn't know what to make of it. She was just abou to give up when...

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Leering at Amanda was no human, it was no ghost. It was something different. Something not ever seen in any ghost story. They were eyes, the eyes of the devil. IT crawled toward her. IT touched her face with it's claws. Amanda fell down the ladder and onto the floor. Amanda was dead.

Meanwhile, outside, the cool crowd awaits the return of thier test dummy. The stare at eachother. Shrugging, deciding who should go inside and find the missing girl, to find Amanda Darling.

Nobody raised thier hand to volunteer. They all just looked at eachother, hoping one of them would have the backbone to help Amanda darling.

Over the course of fifteen minutes it was decided that Brent would go in first to find Amanda.

Poor Brent never came out. His eyes were ripped out one by one. The beast was getting a feast.

Quietly the others waited. The silence was scary in itself. They didn't no what do to do. Two people now had been taken by the house. Should they run?

Should they go home? Was that an option? To just leave? Leave and hope for the best? Leave and hope that maybe they found something cool inside the house and were just looking, and would be home by sundown? Should they leave and wait at home for a phonecall? A phonecall, that may never come...

The options were all tempting. The only option that wasn't tempting was to actually go in the house and look for them. Xander and Lisa looked at eachother, then looked at the house. They both, without even talking agreed to go home.

Under the bed something waits. Lisa and Xander itting on the bed unaware, that they aren't alone.

Valley North, that's the name of this town. Valley North was about to get a new legend. Amanda Darling and Brent were killed, killed by a demon in the Woodside Manor. Now, the ghosts followed Lisa and Xander home.

While Lisa and Xander were waiting for the phonecall that would never come. The bed began to shake. A high pitched scratching sound filled the room and made ears bleed. Lisa jumped off the bed and looked under it, there they were, the demonic versions of Amanda Darling and Brent.

Xander was tossed from the bed. He landed hard on the ground. The ghosts crawled toward them. Xander grabbed Lisa and went for the door. They didn't make it. They should have called the police.

Years passed and the bodies of Amanda Darling, Brent, Xander Summers and Lisa Winters were never found. Legends were made up about thier deaths, only you know the truth.

Zero, that's the number of people that ever dared to enter the Woodside Manor again.