PRESENTATION OUTLINE
As the night poked out from the horizon, a luminous glow was casted upon a victorian mansion on its lonely road. As the mansion looked sad almost forgotten.
The mansion in its forlorn state attracted a couple. They were new into town and wanted to started a family. The house was big enough to house a couple of children for there new family.
The couple eventually bought the house. They rejoiced as they now had a home to call their own, and hope for a baby on the way.
They quickly moved into the house, box's pilled on box's. The wife Maggie was a little thing. She was a cherry blond with bright green eyes. Her delicate skin was ivory, and cheeks as Rosie colored as the roses them selves.
The husband Donald was plump. He was a hard working man, who had gained a bit of a belly over the years. Donald's eyes were a turquoise blue, his hair a caracole black.
As the first night in there home came to a end, the couple decided it was time for bed. Maggie sighed at her husband who was just getting in bed. "Maggie I am tell you I almost had him" he said drawing on and on about something that maggie wasn't listening to
"Yes dear splendid job" she said, turning her back to him. Letting him talk intel he was asleep, as she lay awake in the new house.
She listened as the wind howled out side, she watched as branches made hands. They scratched on the glass, making her shiver.
She curled up tight in her bed, as it continued she could hear whispers in the night. "Donald" she said trying to awake her husband but her please were in vein. She took a shaky breath before getting out of the bed.
The floor creaked under her weight. The house went silent as the sounds of the approaching women. She held back the shivers of fear.
Maggie took a step off her bed, walking for her door. Hearing whispers outside her door she turned to see if she had awoken her husband. He cozily snored on the bed, sighing she pushed open the door expecting intruders but instead finding nothing but a empty hallway. She left the safety of her room to find answers to her questions.
A gust of wind creeped up on maggie, making it feel as if she is being shoved towards the stairs. The gust made her look at their windows, Both of the windows were shut. This realization sent shivers down her spin making her want to turn back. As she talked to her self she kept on walking. She whispered to herself as a way to comfort her self from the darkness of the house.
In the coldness of the night, a girls laughter floated about. This voice was not one Maggie was familiar with. The girl must of been young, to have such a voice. Maggie wondered if she had really been hearing what she heard, and if it had been real. Maggie wanted to chase the voice that had peeked her curiosity, but her legs frightened would not move. so she forced her legs to walk down the stairs, each step making her heart race.
As she reached the bottom of the stairs. She held in a breath as a luminous glow came from then kitchen. She went in and felt her heart stop. Stood there was a young girl with eyes much like her own and a glow. She sucked in air as the girl came closer. "Momma" the girl said, "im not your momma," Maggie declared. "Mommy-y" she whined with a creepy grin backing maggie up into a corner. "Mommy lets play!"
In The morning Donald awoke to find Maggie not next to him. He walked down the stairs to see legs patruding from the closet. "Haha maggie" he said, walking over. He opening the closet so see copped peaces of maggie, in her hand was a bracelet saying abby. He bent down picking up when he realized this was the name of his daughter who passed away in a previous marriage. "Hi daddy" said a voice as a gust of wind passed through.
