yadayadayada and until on Thursday night, when I heard voices while walking past room 113.No one had checked into the room this summer or any summer, but as far as I knew, it was very far from being haunted. As quietly as possible, I managed to pry a few inches of the door open. I felt my eyes widen, in shock, sort of, because Jason and Grace were sitting in a circle of lit white candles and at the centre of the circle was a man wearing clothes that may have been totally in style, maybe during the French Renaissance. And his feet weren’t touching the floor. Jason and Grace were chanting in some strange language, but half way through, the man turned towards me, and so did Grace and Jason. Busted. That’s when I saw the fake oriental blue and while china vase.