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Chapter 7- Madame Desiree Danny opened the door, leading to a shorter hallway. At the end, he could hear a woman’s voice coming from the room down the end. “Oh thank god I heard your voice. Hey listen, I need help. I seem to have lost my way and I don’t know how to get out of here.” Danny explained as he continued to walk closer to the room. “I’m sorry if I sound a little frazzled, I just had myself a little freakshow back there. I was supposed to meet Mr Ghostwriter, but I got stuck in the wall.” He entered the room and saw it was decorated like some sort of old gypsy tent and in the middle of the room was a table and a glass crystal ball that was glowing green. He could still hear the woman’s voice but couldn’t see her anywhere in the room. He then said, “I can hear you but I can’t see you.” Suddenly the green smoke in the crystal ball cleared and inside the ball was a green skinned woman with black hair and wearing a blue harem outfit. Danny’s eyes widened at the sight of

Chapter 8- The Key Is The Answer To All Sam continued to listen to the story of Ida Manson as Adam told it, “She died here in this house. She was so very young. So very beautiful and she was in love with the heir of this mansion.” “Your grandfather right?” Sam guessed. Adam nodded and continued as he walked over to the window and looked outside, “And he loved her. More than life itself. But they were from different worlds.” “What do you mean by that?” She asked. “She didn’t come from a wealthy family. They weren’t allowed to be together, but he was willing to give up everything to be with her.” He answered. “How did she die Adam?” Sam asked. He was silent for a moment before he answered while looking at her, “She took her own life by drinking poison. After that, my grandfather’s life became unbearable. So without hope, without love and without Ida, he hung himself.” Sam gasped at that. Never had she heard a story so tragic and haunting before in her life. Adam continued, “His

Night had fallen over the Jungle and it was more somber than usual. Word had quickly spread about Mowgli's demise of how he tried to save his younger brother, Ranjan, only to be caught and carried over the waterfall, with no chance of survival…the wolves over at Council Rock had heard the tale and it was not long till work spread all over to even the deepest part of the Jungle. Every creature that had considered young Mowgli as a friend, gathered over to Council Rock along with the wolf pack to express the loss of the man-cub. The ones who mourned for Mowgli the most were his wolf parents, Raksha and Rama. Both were devastated at the loss of their beloved man-cub, Mowgli. He held a special place in everyone’s hearts with the wolves…even Akeela wept for Mowgli's sudden departure. It felt like all that once was vibrant and peaceful in the jungle was gone…and no hope of being the same…or that’s what it appeared to be for now…