Chapter One (part two)

Here's he second part of Chapter One. It starts right where the last post left off.
I'm going to try really hard to post another one this week, but we're moving friday and I haven't had time to write anymore. I have a lot of great ideas though! I pretty much have the whole thing planned out in my head.
Grace, you posted a question. Mike (or is it Matt? Can't keep my own characters straight! Ah ha! Matt is her brother you just don't know that yet! It's all coming back to me!) owns the house, I just haven't said that yet. At first he was just going to be part of a historical society, giving him access to old house, but then I thought more and he would have to own it for it to work. You'll see later how him owning it plays into the story.

Hope you enjoy this post!

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“Kind of a strange thing to be in a child’s book,” she mumbled to herself.
“What was that?” Mike asked.
“Oh nothing,” Kathleen replied, “Just a slip of paper that fell out of this book.”
“Let me see that,” he reached for the slip of paper and read what it said.
“Isn’t it strange? Why would something like that be in a child’s book?”
Mike laughed at her, then said sternly, “Kathleen turn off your over mysterious mind. Your brother has told me about the many times you’ve gotten yourself into trouble with it. This is just a harmless little piece of paper; she was probably using it as a book mark.”
Kathleen gave him an angry look. “I wasn’t thinking that it had something to do with her disappearance. I just thought it was sort of a strange thing for a little girl to have,” she retorted.
“Right. Like I said, it’s just a harmless little piece of paper. Nothing to it,” he gave her a smile. “Let’s go see the other rooms.”
“You go ahead and open them up. I want to look around in here for a little bit more,” as she said this she moved closer to the old music box.
“Alright, but don’t be too long.” Mike walked out of the room.
Picking up the music box, Kathleen looked it over. There looked to be something written on the bottom, but she couldn’t make it out. Carefully she gave it a wind and then set it down to play. The tune it played was some what eerie. It gave the feeling of someone watching her. She turned around and looked about the room.
“Just that creepy tune,” she said to herself.
While the music was still playing, she moved over to a trunk that sat in one of the corners. She tried lifting the lid, but it was either stuck or locked, and wouldn’t budge. She finally stopped looking around the room and went to go find Mike.
As Kathleen walked out into the hall she saw a figure walking a short distance ahead of her.
“Mike?” she asked. “Is that you?”
The figure turned around, obviously startled. Almost at the same moment that he turned around, Kathleen heard a crash from below. Surprised, she took the figure for Mike, and ran down the stairs to see what had made the noise, yelling as she went, “Come on Mike! That sounded like it came from the great room!” She flew down the hall and around the corner to the stairs. A few minutes after Kathleen reached the bottom and looked around Mike came down the steps asking, “What happened?”
Nothing appeared to have been moved.
Kathleen ran on into the next room and looked around. There on the floor by the front door was a vase, shattered into several pieces.
“We must have left the door open and the wind blew it off the table,” she surmised.
“I purposely did not leave that door open. I didn’t want anyone to follow us in.” Matt stood there thinking.
“Well what else could have happened? Unless…,” Kathleen drew out the word ‘unless,’ “someone else is in the house with us!”
“That is highly unlikely. How would anyone have gotten in?” Mike had a strange look on his face and Kathleen knew that she was probably right.
“I don’t know,” Kathleen replied, suddenly she remembered seeing Mike in the hall. “Hey Mike,” she asked, “What were you doing in the hall before the crash?”
“I wasn’t in the hall,” he looked at her strangely as she said this. “Did you see someone in the hall, Kathleen?”
Kathleen stood still. There was definitely a mystery inside that old house and she wasn’t going to stop until she found out what it was.