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Part One
Mansion of the Dead

"But, Maggie!" Slam!
"Stubborn." I said under my breath. Oh, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Samantha Drake. You can just call me Sam. Now let me explain what just happened. Maggie, my best friend, and me would never go into this spooky mansion that is about two blocks away. It not just any old mansion, it's the one where little old Joshua Hackle got killed in with a ghost, as some say.
Well, I'm moving into that mansion. Maggie doesn't like scary stuff. She says that I'll turn into a ghost or something and haunt her! Yeah, I'm really sure that will happen. (I'm just kidding, and hopefully you serious ones will get that.)
But I'm moving next week. She'll still be mad by then. Once, she was mad at me for a whole year! I'm not kidding either.
I guess you could say that we aren't very good friends. But we are! Sort of. There are plenty of good people that would be either of our friends. But when we aren't fighting we do have a good time.
Maggie does get mad too easily, like this time. But we do have a lot in common.

Well, maybe we don't. She wears glasses; I don't. She doesn't have wavy-like hair; I do. She likes to ice-skate and do cheerleading, while I like basketball and track team.
But that doesn't matter one bit. We're best friends, and that's all that matters. So maybe I should call her.
I edged toward my phone. I slowly picked it up and dialed Maggie's number.
"Hello?" Maggie's little sister, Karen, answered.
"Hi, Karen," I said. "This is Samantha. Is Maggie there?"
"This is her secretary," Karen answered, having a giggle fit. "And"- but she was cut off by Maggie, who probably tour the phone out of her hands.
"Aloha." Maggie answered, in her normal way. "Who is this?"
"Hi, Meg!" I said. "This is Sam. I was wondering if you would come over sometime soon when I'm in my new house… I'm mean mansion."
Then the line went dead. Maggie had hung up. But I know she will come over. She always does.
. . .
The next week, after we had moved, Maggie finally came over. (After me isolating her for a week, how could she resist?)
My parents were at their teacher conference, so it was just Maggie and I when she came over.
"Listen, Sam," she said, "you better not pull any tricks on me, okay? OKAY?"
"Yes," I said, softly. The mansion spooked me a little too. After all, this was only a day after we had moved and I still didn't know the mansion top to bottom.
So I was alone in the mansion with Maggie. I could tell she was scared. Guess what? I got more scared by the minute. But I mean it isn't Halloween or anything. Or do the ghosts come out anyway? I'll probably never know until midnight- or earlier.
"Meg," I said, "Maybe we should like go somewhere."
But then a strange thing happened. A red light shone on Maggie. Then she said, "Yea! We should go to the dark, ghostly, and strange attic! Purr-fact!"
Wait a minute, I thought. Maggie never likes scary stuff. Maybe she changed. Or maybe she is just playing with me. Well, then, I guess I'll just play along.
Maggie practically ran up all the ninety-nine steps. But when we got there, she seemed like she knew the attic. Like it was her home once.
I never went to the attic before. I was amazed to find some old things the people before us left. There was a small crib, baby toys, painted pictures, and some other things.
I picked up a dusted picture and blew on it. (DUST MAKES ME COUGH!)

After I finished coughing, I noticed the little girl in the picture looked very familiar. Could it be? A picture of Maggie? I'm wasn't sure so I put it in my pocket.
I saw some writing on the crib. I carefully read it. It said "Meg", but that's not Maggie's name anyway.
But then a strange thing happened. The red light shown on Meg, I mean Maggie…(Oh, my gosh! How could I be so blond? Meg IS Maggie!)
Then she became her regular old scared self again.
"Sam!" Maggie screeched. "Take me back downstairs! Take me back! I'm never coming here again if you are like this! You… you… oh, you're something so mean and awful that I don't even know what it is yet!"
She ran back downstairs quicker than she had came. I can hardly explain what just happened. It was so weird. It was like she changed personalities. But… it was like, well, I can't explain it because I don't even know how it happened.
It was sort of like she changed into a totally different person, rather than personalities. She was like a werewolf. Just in this case, were-person. Nah, it couldn't happen. Or could it?
Then something came over me and I got scared. "Maggie!" I screamed. I shrilled on the g's so much, I thought the windows would break!
"Ha, ha!" Maggie shrilled back. "You know too much and must be destroyed!" During the time she said that, the red light shown.
She came running toward me, so I ran like I would die. (Well, of course I would anyway if she got to me, but that HOPEFULLY is just a figure of speech.)
"No!" I screamed on the top of my lungs. She was gaining on me!
So I ran and ran. I turned my head quick enough to see Maggie turn into a GHOST!
She flew toward me. I didn't know that I could run that fast until this.
There was a storm outside; I could see that outside the mansion windows. I grabbed the cordless phone, but only to discover that the lines were dead.
I couldn't keep running, I thought. Then I realized the only way to break this curse, was to get my own red light.
So I ran and searched at the same time. Then I had the best idea I had since… well, since my science project, I guess.
There was a flashlight in the open closet, so I grabbed just in time. Where would the tissue paper be? Oh no, I thought. It had to be upstairs in my parents' bedroom.
I couldn't take this running anymore, but I had no choice. Maggie, or the ghost, wasn't getting tired. It was like she did this every day!
I quickly put the tissue paper that I found on the flashlight. Perfect! It gave a red light.
I headed to the door. The Maggie-ghost was still getting up the stairs. But I knew she was coming nearer and nearer. I turned off the light and ran for my life!
She was hot on my trail. I could feel the cold wind of her.
My parents weren't home yet. I was more scared than ever. Maggie was a trader.
She was only about five feet away, but I felt completely trapped.
Then I remembered about my red light. Oh, no! I tried switching on the red light. The batteries were out! I had to get batteries… or I was totally doomed.
I went running into my bedroom. My CD player had the same batteries, so I fiddled with them until I got them out.
I had batteries, but I was trapped. I turned around and saw the laundry shoot. I grabbed the flashlight and went down the shoot.
The Maggie-ghost, of course, followed me. But she got stuck. I had time, but not much.
I landed into a soft pile of clothes. I covered the flashlight with the red…oh no! I had left the red tissue paper in my room! But I couldn't go back. I could hear the Maggie-ghost coming slowly, but surely, down the shoot.
I looked for something red. Uh-ah! My new red shirt would work. I tested it. Perfect! (Though I should have thought purr-fact!)
The ghost slipped through and I shown my powerful red light. To my surprise, Maggie turned into a kitten!
It was so CUTE! (Better than Maggie by one million points!) I even named it Tiger.
My parents and I moved away after that…To a mansion…but that's another story.

Part Two
Mansion of the Past

"Come here, Tiger!" I said. "Good girl."
Oh, hi! Me again. Samantha Drake is the name and Tiger is actually my brand new cool cat. Tiger is probably going to be a cat permanently. I can tell. Maggie is stubborn and angry all the time, and Tiger is sweet.
I told my parents all about that little drama and they actually believed me! Besides, they had said, there's a great new mansion in a different town.
Right now, I'm in the van. Instead of my dad's regular truck or my mom's sports car, we rode in my mom's new van. It's black! Black is okay, but not on this van!
"Tiger!" I said. "Would you stop that?"
Tiger was pulling on my best blue sweater, which would probably tear any second now. Oh, but, Tiger is so cute and all that! So I gave her something else to rip, and she was quiet for a while.
"Tiger," I said, giving her treat, "you are SO cute! But no more sweater tearing, got that?"
Tiger purred back, as if to say, "Sammy, you are cute too. But I really like that sweater, so next time, go for a two for one sale!"
Tiger is almost human to me. Well, no, not at all. It's hard to explain. At certain times, I feel like I can read her mind! That is one of the reasons I like having a cat.
The car trip, or should I say van trip, was almost over. We were moving to FIYPville. My dad told me that it stands for "FUTURE IS YOUR PAST." Weird!
Gees, I hope I find I new friend around here. Someone at least that is nice!
"Oh, Tiger!" I said. "Not my hair!"
She meowed, like to say, "I really just want that beautiful scrunchie in your hair!"
I laughed and gave it to her.
"Here you go, Tiger," I said, "enjoy."
Tiger then tried putting the scrunchie on her tail! Ha, ha! She finally got it on, too. I had to admit she did look cute. (I defiantly need a new list of vocab.- I can't stop sayin' cute!)
Ouch! My dad went too fast on the speed bump! Tiger hates speed bumps as much as I do. She jumped onto me and hid in my sweater. "Don't worry," I said, "we're almost there."
Then Tiger meowed at the next three bumps. "Try to keep it down," my dad said.
"Sorry," I said.
Tiger meowed, to say, "Blame the bumps!"
I laughed. Then we arrived at the mansion. It was big!
"You can go pick out a room," my mom said. "And take Tiger with you."
Wow! When we walked in, it was like a huge ballroom. Tiger and I went up the… well, about one hundred steps.
I found a really big bedroom. It even had a balcony with a little swing. Plus, there was a connecting bathroom to my room. There were a couple other cool bedrooms, but I liked this one the best.
We were soon all moved in. Tiger loved my little balcony, so in my craft class I would be taking, I decided on making her a pillow the first class.
The first night in the new place wasn't easy. Things bothered me from my past. Tiger slept fine.
The next day my parents wanted to go to a restaurant to meet new people in our town. So it was just Tiger and I, just like when Maggie and me were left alone.
We explored all the rooms, and then the fun began. First we went up the attic. My parents were going to turn it into a game room. We had already gotten a pinball machine and ski ball.
It was very dusty and had cobwebs. Something about the attic was strange. Tiger didn't like it either. So we didn't enter again… UNTIL….
My parents met some really nice people at the restaurant, so they were going to parties, job interviews, dinners, visiting, and working all the time. So they decided to get me a babysitter.
Her name was Haley.
And she was very old, had
glasses, and wore this
creepy black cloak all the
time. Anyway, she was so
much fun, and was my substitute
for a friend my age. School wouldn't start for another month.
She took me out for ice creams; the movies; the beach; you name it. Everything was great until… three weeks later…
My parents felt that I needed more friends than my babysitter, so they went off to a special school meeting for parents. Again, it was just Tiger, Haley, and I.
Haley didn't go anywhere fun that night. She just sat in her rocking chair and stared into space. She wouldn't even let me watch television, and her favorite show was on.
After an hour went by, she said, "Samantha, dear, where are my essences?"
Haley loves essences. She says her black ones are her leaders, blue is her power, and red is her life. Of course she is just joking when she says that.
"There're upstairs in the room you are staying in, of course," I answered her.
"Ah, yes," Haley said. "I remember now. Would you mind getting them for me? These old bones are tired."
"Sure!" I said, jumping right up. I was so glad to actually do something!
I quickly went up the stairs and into her room. Haley is just tired, I thought. Yes, that is why she is like this today.
I gave her what she asked for.
"Thank you," she said. "Now go to your room!"
"But, Haley," I said, but she interrupted me.
"No buts," Haley said. "Now go!"
I slowly walked up to my room. She is never this strict, especially when I didn't do anything!
Tiger started to follow me, but Haley stopped her, So I was alone in my room. No big deal. Really it isn't. Gulp.
Haley was beginning to scare me- big time. I had ignored her before, but this was too much.
Then Tiger came back. She looked dazed. But I knew she wasn't sick at all.
I realized something. Could Haley have done this? Is she evil? I didn't know the answers. Did she, like, take away Tiger's past?
No, I thought, it couldn't be. If she took away Tiger's past, that means…Tiger won't exist! I had to help Tiger because she would be nothing soon, but I had to figure things out-fast.
Well, first of all, Haley needed whatever she took from Tiger. If it was past, then Haley needed past. Which means…Haley wasn't exactly real. And she needed past. A cat's past of course wouldn't be enough, so I would be next!
My parents HAD to come home soon. Then Haley called me. I crept down the stairs.
Maybe what she said before is true. You know, about the essences. If I could get a hold of them, and then break them… she would be gone!
But I couldn't let her know I was on to her. I was downstairs finally.
So I said, "Let's play hide and go seek," which was a game that I would never want to play.
"Uh, okay," Haley said, probably thinking she could get me then.
"I'm IT first!" I said. "Haley, you go hide."
I covered my eyes. This better work, I thought. I counted to about fifty, and then looked around.
Luckily, Haley had left her essences, and the coast was clear. I grabbed them and was about break them, when I heard a cackle.
"And what do you think you are doing?" Haley asked.
I zipped around. "You are finished!" I said. "Look, I don't know who you are, but I know one thing! You are evil, and sorry, but goodbye!"
I tried to break them, but these babies weren't regular!
"Ha, ha!" Haley said. "I will rein until the end! But your end is now!"
"Not so fast," I said.
I had built a fire in the fireplace as quick as you could say, "Peter Piper picked a peck of peppers," five times fast.
"NO!" Haley said. "It can't be!"
I stuck the essences in the fire. Haley shrilled a she melted away.
I took a deep breath. Was Tiger okay? Oh, yes! She came running in here with such joy that I thought bells would ring.

My whole family moved away of course…to a mansion…

Part Three
Mansion of the Vampires

"Yuck!" I said.
The mansion smelled like dried blood.
"It'll go away," my mom said.
Oh, hi! Here I am, with Tiger. I'm in our new mansion. As you have heard, it smells like dried blood. This mansion was black, with red velvety walls.
"It's a coffin!" My dad said.
We all laughed. But it seemed like he actually was serious. Like her knew what he was talking about.
Anyway, Tiger didn't like that smell at all. Especially at night, Tiger would hang on me.
A week had passed. Dad had made more cracks about the mansion. But I have to admit, it seems like a coffin!
That week everyone, expect my family and I, seemed tired or weak. It was like everyone was sick. Zombies, was what my dad had said.
If the people weren't sick, who or what was it?
One day, my dad invited lots of people to the mansion. The people loved "the black style", as they called it. They were pale, just like my dad.
He didn't make any cracks about the mansion then. It was then that I realized something. But I wasn't sure. That night, around 11:30, I had to go to sleep. But the guests didn't leave.
"Time for your bedtime," my mom said.
I pretended to yawn. "I guess so," I said. "Can I watch TV upstairs for five minutes?"
"Only five minutes," mom said, and then went to the kitchen.
I crept up to the stairs, and watched. Well, I sort of spied on them. But, hey, what else was I supposed to do? (Wait for them to kill me?)
I was there for about two minutes, and you won't believe what I saw! My dad and the guests were turning into vampires! Just by watching them, I could tell my very own dad was the head vampire or something like that. (And believe me, it wasn't a costume party!)
Suddenly, it all made sense. My dad making cracks was just to cover the evidence. The mansion smelling likes dry blood because, well, that's what a vampire drinks. My dad never likes the light or garlic. A person being dazed or sick was just because they got bitten.
So I listened carefully to see if I could do something.
"We need to attack now!" I heard one vampire say.
"Tomorrow night is good for me!" said another vampire.
"No, I have a dentist appointment to get my new fang-dentures," said an old vampire.
They wanted to make the world dark- FOREVER! I had to stop them. But just then, Tiger started to go downstairs. I tried to call to her, but she was down there lickety-split.
They didn't see her yet, but I still had to think fast. My dad was a vampire. Well…I'm done for; washed up; last sand has fallen; blood sucked up. Nothing to worry about. Really.
I thought fast. Light, I thought, and onions and garlic. And a cross and spikes.
I ran upstairs to my room and turned on all the lights. I did the same to all the upstairs rooms. I sneaked into the kitchen, where my mom was making a list for groceries, not noticing that vampires laid in the next room. I sneaked past her too, and got garlic and onions.
I grabbed some flashlights and went into the living room, where they all were.
"You are done!" I said. "See ya, oh, and, wouldn't wanna be ya!"
I shown all the flashlights at them and threw the "magic" food at them.
"No!" they all said. They shrilled as they melted into nothing but…blood?
I looked around. I had destroyed them. But what about my dad?
"No," I whispered. It couldn't be!
"What the happened here?" mom asked, coming next to me. She looked around.
I started to cry. "It's okay," my mom said, "he was evil. It'll be okay. Everything always comes out for the best, you know. Come on, Sam, let's pack our things."
We moved, but this time without my dad…

Part Four
Mansion of the Witches

"This one's going right out of the ballpark," I said.
Hi! Of course it's me. I'm with my mom's new "fling" as my mom calls him. Yes, my mom has already gotten over my dad and gotten a boyfriend along with it.
But it's not so bad. His name is Joe. He loves playing baseball with me. He even plays for a real major league baseball team now!
Everything is okay. We moved next door to Joe in a HUGE mansion. Even though my mom is sick of mansions and so am I, this one was different.
Joe is nice and all, but to tell you the truth, I don't want my mom to marry him. The only reason is his daughter, Christine the great. Yay. Go get a gift for her. Come to her party with the rest of the weirdoes.
It IS that bad. She drives me crazy! I'm talking this girl talks like she knows it all, and talks like a sweaky little mouse and her favorite phrase is, "Whatever! Get a life loser! Does this look perfect on me or what?"
Plus, Joe spoils her with every little pleasure you could want. But today is different. Mom took Christine to the mall, and Joe took me to the park to practice baseball.
He threw the baseball, and BAM! I did exactly what I planned to do, hit it out of here.
"Nice one," Joe said.
"Sorry about your baseball," I said.
"That's okay," he said, "I've got a million of 'em."
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