Donna tells her story

"I feel I'm definitely owed an explanation!" Natalie sat straight up in her chair. "Do you know what kind of night I've had?! I was just violated by a bunch of skeletons and your creepy brother! What the fuck is going on?!"

Natalie wasn't sure what had gotten into, but neither did she care. Donna calmly "sat" in her chair, watching the younger woman for a moment. Her features in the darkness of the room were more pronounced than outside: long dark blonde hair, gorgeous blue eyes, thin figure all clad in what appeared to be somewhat of a wedding dress in tatters. Her feet-oddly resembling Natalie's own narrow pair-were bare.

"I understand," Donna quietly said. "First though, look to the wardrobe in the corner. You will catch a cold being nude."

Natalie's face turned bright red, forgetting she was naked. She found a dusty, yet warm robe and then sat back down. She wished a pair of shoes were included to shelter her cold feet, but she had brought plenty along and hoped to grab a pair soon.

"Well, where do I even begin," Donna chuckled. "I suppose about my family: The Beaumonts. We were once wealthy landowners and businessman, this being our home."

"But I thought no one had lived here in ages?" Natalie asked, sitting down in an opposite chair.

"That is correct," Donna smirked. "That's because it's been nearly 100 years since my family lived here. If you may not be able to tell, I am not necessarily among the living."

Natalie felt worried, but let the woman continue weaving her tale.

"My family consisted of my parents, my brother, my younger sister and myself. We lived a fairly normal happy life, that is until my brother returned from the war in Europe. The horrors of battle changed a respected young man into a recluse, always seemingly worried about someone trying to kill him around each corner."

Donna paused for a moment, the look on her beautiful face twisting into distress. "He also grew rather perverted of the mind, gazing his lustful eyes upon myself and especially our younger sister, Diana. My father buried himself in his work and my mother was away most of the time, tending to a sick family member. While I did my best to reject his sick advances, my sister was none so lucky."

"What did he do?" Natalie tentatively asked.

"He'd sometimes corner her and take my sister to his room and do whatever he pleased with her body," Donna said. "As you have noticed, he has a particularly strong interest in feet, and my sister had quite the charming pair. Donovan bought her expensive shoes, claiming to make her happy. All it did was tempt him further, as if he were a ravenous, hungry animal. I grew worried that a deformed child would result from this incestous relationship."

"In addition to Diana, Donovan also had a relationship with a pretty, yet unclean maid. She was the local whore in town when not tending to our rooms. My brother knew this, but her willingness to accept anything he asked for was too not something for him to pass up."

"The situation seemed to improve when my mother returned and my father began showing attention again. You see, I was to be wed to the love of my life: Harry. A kind, generous man that also came back from the war to ask for my hand in marriage."

Natalie smiled. "Your prince charming," she said.

"Yes, he was quite charming, though not a prince," Donna replied, the reference going over her head. "Our wedding day was to be a grand occasion. Everyone was there to wish us a happy life together. However, I had been unaware at the time that my sister had finally stood up to my brother and left him angered. That day, he took his gun and shot my poor sister just as she stood next to me. Chaos ensued, as he fired upon anyone he wished. I was separated from my love, tossed by the crowd like a rag doll until most were dead. I lay upon the ground, shocked and in tears. My brother then came for me, intent on killing me. As he loaded his barrel, I noticed a revolver in the hands of a nearby corpse and went for the gun. In a split instance, we both delivered a fatal shot to each other; my heart and his skull. He died instantly, while I withered in agonizing pain as my parents found me and attempted to revive me. It was of no use, as I passed away in my mother's arms...."