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every
night? Did he know?”
    “He didn’t,” answered Roy. “I
suspect he finds his room before it happens and he’s done for the night. But
he’d heard about it from other ghosts.”
    “Why would something invade? The
place is clearly haunted, isn’t that enough?”
    “That’s a good question,” said
Roy. “Things often go deeper than just ghosts, as you’ve learned.” Steven
remembered what had happened at his house, months back. Ghosts were just the
start of it; the real trouble had been far worse than the ghosts. Perhaps this
was similar.
    “You think there’s an entity like
Lukas involved?” Steven asked.
    “Don’t know yet,” said Roy. “It
doesn’t seem like that kind of thing, but it’s too early to know.”
    Steven shuddered at the idea of
running into Lukas, or anything like him. “What do we do next?” he asked.
    “We’ll try the basement next,” Roy
said. “He told me the ghosts down there are particularly angry about it.”
    “I thought you said angry ghosts
aren’t a good thing to be around?” Steven asked skeptically.
    “If they sense we’re here to
help,” Roy said, “there’s a good chance they’ll be cooperative rather than
angry. After all, they’re not angry at us. They’re motivated.”
    “Unless we’re walking into a
trap,” Steven said.
    “True, ghosts can be deceptive and
manipulative,” Roy said. “And very dangerous. It’s wise to be cautious. Still,
Dennington didn’t seem like the type to lie. He would have considered that discourteous.”
    Steven had learned to trust Roy’s
judgment on these types of things and he didn’t press the matter further. Still,
the plan sat uneasy with him. They didn’t know the full scope of what they were
dealing with and it wouldn’t be the first time Roy had misjudged something.
Steven was going to keep his radar on high.
    “I need to study up on this
invasion thing,” Roy said. Steven knew he was referring to his book, a
collection of knowledge and guidance that had been passed through their family
for several generations. It was hand bound and contained multiple sections,
handwritten by his father and back to his great-great grandfather. The book was
almost impenetrable to Steven, but Roy had been slowly exposing pieces of it to
him since their experience at Steven’s house. The more he experienced, the more
sense the book made to him.
    “Give me an hour with the book,”
Roy said, “and we’ll go down to the basement and see what’s there.”
    “Dad, it’s nearly 1 a.m. Pete said
he was expecting us down for breakfast at 8. Are you sure you want to keep
going tonight?”
    “Maybe you’re right,” Roy said.
“I’ll study up for a bit, then turn in. We can hit the basement tomorrow.
Probably locked anyway.”
    Steven wished Roy a good night and
returned to his room through the adjoining door. He left it unlocked.
    As he settled into bed, he grabbed The Ghosts of Mason Manor and read a little bit of it. The house was
constructed in 1851 and was continually expanded until 1948. The original owner
was Robert Maysill, an industrialist who made some money during the gold rush
years. He named the house after his wife’s father, a successful man who funded
Maysill’s initial ventures. His successors didn’t fare as well in business and
wound up selling the house in 1911 for what they could get for it, and since
that time it passed through a series of owners. Pete and Sarah were the first
to turn it into a business rather than a home.
    The ghost stories in the book were
typical fare – jilted brides, mothers with lost children. Steven thought about
the ghost in the room next door to him, just feet from where his head now lay. It
unnerved him a little, but knowing the ghost was unlikely to ever leave the
room was comforting. Still, he knew she was over there, endlessly blowing her
brains against the other side of the wall where Steven was sleeping. He
wondered if he would hear the splat of it repeated