She inserted the key in the lock but..."What? Why is this door unlocked?" she whispered. She knew she had locked the door. What an idiot I am, it's midnight She gently opened the door Her eyes darted around the ballroom, waiting for someone to jump out. She looked at the stage, the drapes were not moving. "Mrs. Tabor, are you here?" Her voice sounded louder than she had intended. Still no sound. Suddenly the door slammed behind her. Tears welled up in LeAnn's eyes as the fear started to take over. She ran to the door, but it was...
She inserted the key in the lock but..."What? Why is this door unlocked?" she whispered. She knew she had locked the door. What an idiot
Not again Where is that music coming from? It was after two o'clock in the morning, and LeAnn was looking out the living room window towards the lake. She couldn't believe her eyes; her heart raced. There it was again, a white light floating on the boathouse walkway.
Twenty-year-old LeAnn Klein had just bought Tabor Island with its almost two-hundred-year-old house and boathouse. The beautiful old home was on Namakagon Lake in northern Wisconsin.
-What is that?- she whispered, scared. Did she dare go down there and see what it was?
She stared at the light and could still...
Not again Where is that music coming from? It was after two o'clock in the morning, and LeAnn was looking out the living room window towards the l...
