She wondered who the doll had belonged too and what it was doing still laying on the ground. Some little girl was probably looking for it. She knelt down and picked the doll up gently by its body. As soon as the skin on her hand touched the doll something happened for the first time in a long time. A vision had taken place, invading her entire line of sight. A little girl with blonde hair appeared in her sight. The girl seemed no older than five, maybe six years old. She was wearing a long, loose white dress that seemed to have patches of blood all over the front area of it. Tears seemed to fall down her face.

Blair dropped the doll as quickly as the vision appeared and took deep breaths in. Her heart seemed like it wanted to beat out of her chest. "What's going on?" she whispered to herself. She had wondered about the little she saw in her vision. The blood all over the girl's dress clung onto Blair's mind. What was that blood from? Surely there could be a reasonable explanation for it.

She shook her head and decided to keep looking around the house. It was a huge house, but she had all day to look around, so it wasn't so bad. As she approached the kitchen, a putrid scent invaded her senses making her almost want to gag. The kitchen wasn't that spectacular and had thick layers of dust covering every crevice of the space. She decided to skip the kitchen and head for the staircase.

The stairs creaked the further up the steps she got. It was as if they were screaming in protest. The walls seemed an off white, almost grey. Blair assumed that they were probably a white or cream colour that turned dark after a while and had never been cleaned for a long time. More wood invaded the floors on the second story of the house, as far as the eye could see. Two windows rested far apart on the left side of the wall which allowed the sun to illuminate the area and further reveal the dust particles dancing about in the air and on the ground. She had her work cut out trying to clean and fix the place up. The same colour walls as the staircase wrapped around the wall and down the hallway.

There were several doors that were equally apart and spanned across the wall. The first door was black. It didn't seem like a normal wooden door to her eyes. She knocked on it a few times. She was right. The sound as her hand made contact with the door seemed almost hollow and was very loud to her ears. She wrapped her hand around the cold metallic handle and pushed the door open, stopping it before it hit the wall at full force. It was a bedroom, but it was one she wasn't a fan off. 

The room wasn't huge, and the bed was a king-sized bed with a dark brown bedframe, so it took up about ninety percent of the room, leaving very little space for everything else. A few sets of draws were squished up beside the bed on either side and a huge four door wardrobe sat on the foot of the bed. It made her wonder how the previous owner actually slept in this room and got their necessities out of the drawers and wardrobes. Thick layers of dust were on almost everything. There wasn't anything for her to see in this room, so she decided to walk out of it. That was when something happened.

Just as she stepped outside the room, the door slammed shut behind her, making her jump. She turned around, her breath caught in her throat and her heart beating hard against her ribcage. She tried to turn the doorknob, but it wouldn't budge. Her gaze wondered up and down the hallway but there was no one there. There was something going on in this house and she wasn't sure what it was, but she was going to figure it out one way or another. The visions meant something. They were visions of life. People who were either once alive but dead or alive but about to die. She could see what kills them.

Blair spent the next half hour looking through the other rooms on the same story of the house. Three out of the five rooms were bedrooms, each bigger than the other and more spacious. One had a master bathroom that had pink tiles lining the walls and white tiles on the floors. A bathtub took over one side of the walls with a shower on one of the other corners of the room, a white sink beside it. She really hated the pink tiles and hoped she could change them once she got situated into the home. 

One of the other rooms seemed to double as a library and office room. A huge almost black desk sat in the middle of the room on a large red-looking rectangular rug. Invading the walls on the left and right were shelves and shelves of books. There were probably hundreds if not thousands of books. She had made note to come back later and look through the shelves. Surely there would be some good books there. The final room was just a room used for storage she assumed as there was a lot of statues and junk around.

She spent the next few hours looking through the rest of the floors until she reached the final floor where a little door with a rope on the ceiling caught her attention. She tugged on it and wooden stairs rolled down. It was safe to assume it was an attic. Blair knew it was probably a bad idea, but she wanted to investigate. The stairs didn't look quite sturdy, but she climbed them regardless. 

To her surprise, the attic had very little dust and looked like any other one in any other house. She looked around and saw it was quite bare. A small round window rested on either side of the attic, bringing light to the otherwise dark room. A few small boxes laid in one corner and a huge one rested in the middle of the space. As she saw the big cardboard box, she noticed something like a cloth or shirt rolled into a ball and he seemed to have blood splatter everywhere. The closer she got to it, the more she confirmed it was indeed blood on the shirt.