For many years, the Manor was empty, and so the Evil was happy, for the
 Manor was a quiet place, and the Evil hated to be disturbed.  For about as
 long as any mortal could remember, the crumbling old Manor had a ‘FOR SALE’
 sign nailed to a post, outside the main gate of the place. You see, there was
 a rumor going around town that the place was haunted, and it was more or less
 the truth. But eventually, the rumor died, and the Realtors were able to sell
 the place to a rich young couple. They foolishly thought, that with a nail 
here, and a few dabs of paint over there,  they would be able to restore the
 Manor to its former beauty. The Evil watched the couple pull up the dusty
driveway in their smooth, streamlined, sports car. Tomorrow they would be
 followed by a moving van, and that was when the fun would begin.
*
	First, the moving van broke down. It was halfway down the driveway
 before smoke begin pouring out from  the engine. The two movers, Vinnie, and
 Frank, got out of the truck and popped the hood, looking around for the source
 of the smoke. When they found it Frank quickly ran and got the toolbox from 
the back. They set to work. An hour had passed by before George, one of the
 couple, offered to help. It took them 7 hours before they realized the truck
 was unfixable.  George decided, that since they were halfway up the quarter of
 a kilometer driveway, they should just open the trunk of the truck, unload all
 the boxes and furniture, and tend to the engine later. The movers, of course,
 agreed. When they opened the trunk, they all noticed something strange, all 
the boxes were crushed, upside down, and stained with what looked like blood.
 They stood there blankly, not knowing what to do, until George finally came to
 his senses (or what he could muster of them) and yelled for his wife.
 	“Carol! Carol! Come Here! Take a look at this!” 
	“What is it dear? Have you got the truck up and.... Jesus! What did you
 do?”
	“Nothing... we, just opened it and...” He pointed at it, as if someone
 was looking elsewhere. 
	Again, a few moments passed, until Vinnie decided he would see no more,
 he slid the door shut, and locked it.
*
	It was getting dark, and so Carol and George invited Vinnie and Frank
to stay for the night, seeing that they lived in a secluded area, and it would
 be hard to find another place to stay, without somehow using the truck, which
 was totally blocking the driveway.  The Manor looked eerie in the darkness, 
and the thorny vines surrounding the outside of the place made it look much
 creepier than it should have. Inside, the lobby was a grand place, having a
 ceiling four stories tall, and being sixty-five feet wide.  There was two
 staircases in the lobby, one on each side, that led to the  first floor,
 above, you could see all the way to the forth floor, and the stairways to that
 floor were in the lobby as well. It had rooms to the east and west, and halls
 to the  north-east and north-west that gracefully curved around the grand
 stairways.
	George and Carol slept in the Master Bedroom, which was made much
 bigger because it was so empty, with only their sleeping bags and a few choice
 items within in it; While Vinnie and Frank slept in separate rooms, to either
 side of the Master Bedroom, which was on the third floor.
*
	SCRIIITCCCH. Vinnie opened his eyes and looked around, wondering what 
he just heard. SCRIIIITCCH. There it was again! Where was that sound coming
 from? SCCRIIITCCCH. Vinnie looked towards the window... SCRIIIITCCH. And, to
 his horror, saw the vines outside growing at an alarming rate! The thorns on 
the Vines were scraping the window every now and then, creating the sound he
 heard. Now they were wrapping around the window, pushing, trying to get in....
 CRASH! The window flew to the ground. Vinnie was stunned, were the vines after
 him? He watched, somewhat relieved, when he saw they were going for the 
door.... His primary escape route. He looked around the room for something to
 hit the vines with, but, of course the room contained only his pants, shoes 
and the borrowed sleeping bag. He headed towards the window, if he made it past
 the vines, and got out, he could make it, he knew he could. The window was
 big, and only the bottom was completely covered by the vines, so if he made a
 good running jump... He backed up, ran, and jumped. He made it! If he wasn’t
 three stories high, and if only that stray vine hadn’t slit his throat, he
 might have lived.
*
	CRASH! Carol woke up. George had already awoken and was trying to fend
 off the vines with his shoes (they were in his hands, not on his feet). Carol
 surveyed the situation; vines were creeping in from under the door and from
 one of the windows, George was swatting at the ones near the door, and he was
 badly cut. Quickly she grabbed her shoes and started hitting the ones by the
 window. They fought valiantly, and for a moment it looked like they might’ve
 won, but the Evil was only toying with them, the vines doubled their growth
 rate, and the couple was overtaken by the vines.
*
	CRASH! Frank looked around. The vines from the window were heading
 straight for him. Knowing that he had no time to waste, he headed for the
 unguarded door, and exited the room.
	In the lobby, the vines were still moving towards him, and he could see
 that they had already visited the other two rooms. Quickly he headed straight
 down the stairs, which already had a few vines. He ran straight through them,
 cutting his legs as he ran. The front door was unlocked and unblocked, so he
 ran (full speed) out, down the driveway, to the road, where he slowed down,
 and headed for town.
*
        The Manor was quiet, all but the sound of the vines receding, dragging
 the bodies with them, could be heard, and the Evil was happy. He had let Frank
 live, so a new rumor would spread, and he would be truly alone once again.