The mage turned to him asked, "Your freedom is that you will get the cane
and ring of Barnabas Collins. If you do not you will be tortured and my
slave."
"Who is he that you being mage cannot get it yourself."
At first the mage tried very hard to conceal his fear but was able to
equiped himself with sarcasm, "Sir Fred you are not any position to be
cheeky with me."
"Will you do this?"
"Yes." Fred sadly nodded.
In a flashed of blue light mixed with smokey haze, Sir Fred was standing
before this mansion in Maine. He decided to head toward the mansion. He
used the knocker, hoping someone would opened the door.
The door suddenly opened, and a maid beckoned him inside and scolded
mercilessly, "Willy, you know your are supposed to be gone tonight, Mister
Collins' ordereds."
"I-I here to retrived the rest of belongs." Fred stammered.
The maid nodded then she went on her way dusting the furniture.
A cute and sexy blond woman descended down the staircase and turned to him,
"Willy, my Uncle Roger ordered you to be gone tonight, because he caught
you pinching poor Victoria Winters'buns."
Fred blushed hotly, "I'm here to get my belongs."
"Better hurry before Uncle Roger catches you." Then the blond woman went
out the door with odd looking man named Buzz.
Suddenly a blazed of glowing blue and gold light flashed before him, it was
the mage and he demanded, "Hurry it up, and get Barnabas'cane and onyx
ring. I give you a hint looked at the painting on wall and hurry it up."
Then the mage was gone.
Fred turned toward the painting, then he began to hear a heart beat sound
coming from it. The painting was of a hard looking man, and his eyes pierce
his enternal soul. The sounds was driving insane that he forced to follow
it. It led him to a crypt. The noise seemed to be getting louder and
louder. There was a ring,, metal ring, that he draw to pull it. A secret
panel opened slowly and went inside. Standing before poor Fred was a
casket. It was chained. His sword had not problems cutting through the lock
and he preceded to open the casket.
A screaming Terror quaked poor Fred's fear, the man in casket grasped his
throat!
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