The storm gets stronger

Christine has thrown together her specialty, "Mini-Mart Surprise", basically a collection of whatever she could grab at the last gas station they'd stopped at.

"find anything inresting?" she asked as they ate.

"Just a large closet." Aly said.

"You find Great Aunt Clare?" Lily asked.

"what?" the twins asked

"My father's aunt. She supposedly haunts the house." Lily said.

"Haunts?" The asked again.

"Some have seen her ghost on nights much as this..." Lily told them "That's why I was scared."

Aly and Al looked at each other.

"She died before I was born. Smoked like a factory. Don't know if it was lung cancer or COPD or whatever. She was supposed to marry the son of another nearby lord. He was a pilot, he died in World War 1, supposedly shot down by the Red Baron himself. "

"Neat... Kinda..." Al said

"She vowed she'd never love another... and she spent the rest of her days a spinster in this house."

"How sad." Aly added.

It was late. They'd been driving all day after landing at Heathrow at the crack of dawn after nearly 18 hours on different airplanes.

After eating they decided to call it a night.

Al lay in the bed in the room he'd picked, looking out the window towards the open fields of the grounds of the house.

The storm was raging at this point. Lightning flashed every so often. illuminating the room.

It was after one close, powerful bolt that he saw it.