Forest Manor

At last a chance to be free! I live in this empty, old house called Forest Manor. It has twelve rooms and a tower. The tower is my prison. I am loked up here under the stone floor. Seventy-eight years is a long time- a very long time. I want to get out, but i can not. I need somebody to help me. And today i hear voices in the house. The owners are here! They do not know about me yet. They do not know about the gost of Forest Manor. I want to be free. Only a clever person can break the code.


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