The Mission
Solving the mystery of America's most infamous haunted house.
Author Ally O'Sullivan, whose personal stake in the story is the disappearance of her fiancé Nick Hardaway within Rose Red, examines evidence in an attempt to liberate those who have been trapped there. Read "About This Site" for more info.Help her by signing the guestbook with your thoughts/input. You can also comment on posts and pages here, and respond to other comments to open a dialogue. Help Ally free Rose Red!
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Archived from the old site circa 2002.
As promised, I have photos of the roses in bloom here on the Rose Red property! If you recall from my May journal entries, the roses began blooming eerily early, which only piqued my curiosity about the passages in Ellen’s diary in which Sukeena somehow controlled the vegitation on the property.
Both these photos were taken last week in the quad / garden behind the complex. Of course the landscapers had to pick red roses, but I doubt they expected them to be in full bloom so quickly.
Strangest thing is, I cut a few of the roses and brought them up to place in my antique crystal bowl (that belonged to Ellen), and they began to die almost immediately after I’d cut them. It was like they withered in my hands. By morning the next day their petals were falling off!






