There were only two people left in the house: Elizabeth and the ghost...Elizabeth got shivers down her spine from the thought that she was left alone in a huge house with this horror. Hesitantly, she stepped onto the first step. To sounds more like pitiful moans, the girl climbed the stairs. As soon as Elizabeth passed by the portrait of Lady Isabel, she felt as if a chilling breath wafted from the picture. She shuddered and almost fell back - she still didn’t understand: did the look of the lady in the portrait frighten her or were her nerves already on edge? The girl turned into the corridor leading to Lady Isabel’s room. It was a little cooler here than in the rest of the house. Elizabeth felt the presence of someone stranger with every cell of her skin, which made her steps become more and more cautious and hesitant. And finally, the treasured carved door... The next moment she heard something that made her freeze without taking even half a step. The blood froze in my veins...