really turning for her. She couldn’t wait to be there. She couldn’t wait to see the inside of the house; her house. Halfway there she realized that she should have thought to make sure that the electricity was on. If it wasn’t, she wouldn’t be seeing much of anything tonight. She had never owned her own home before; she had a lot to learn she guessed.
Chapter 2 The Fool
As she turned down the old road that lead to her new home she realized that she may not even be able to see her way to the house. She would have to use the headlight from her motorcycle as her guide. She came through the trees though and saw that the place was lit up like a family of fifty lived there and had left every light on in the house.
As she passed the cemetery on her right she felt a chill roll up her spine. Weird, things like the dark and the boogie man didn’t usually give her the creeps. She couldn’t help feeling though like there were a million eyes on her.
She stopped just in front of the gate and pulled out her keys. Her keys she thought with pride as she tried to untangle the lock. She appreciated the fact that the guy left some lights on for her but damn, she was going to be paying the utilities from now on and had already decided that with a place that big she was going to have to be very conservative with the electricity.
She finally got the padlock undone then realized that the heavy iron gate hadn’t been moved in five years. It took her a while but she finally got it to budge enough to squeeze herself through. She wrapped the padlock and chain around the handlebars of her Harley and locked it to the gate. There was enough light coming from every room of the house to see her way to the front door.
She started to wade her way to the house when she saw head lights flying her way. They stopped about twenty feet from the house. The taxi cab driver got out, unloaded her boxes and bags in a matter of seconds, and jumped back into the front of the car.
“Hey! Wait damn it!” She yelled after him.
“Sorry, miss. Ain’t no way I’m going any farther than this. This place gives me the heebie jeebies! Don’t worry about the fair. Good luck!” He yelled out the window all the while backing up the driveway, and then he sped off like a bat out of hell.
“Well I’ll be go to hell.” Drew said to herself with her hands on her hips looking down at the pile of her belongings on the ground. “What an ass hole.”
She grabbed her suitcase which she had packed as her first night’s emergency kit. Inside of it was a pair of pajamas, a change of clothes, some candles and soap for the bath, a bottle of strawberry wine, a carton of cigarettes and a Nora Roberts novel. She might not be much in to the whole relationship thing but she was a woman after all. She grabbed a big trash bag as well that she knew had her pillows and blankets in and started walking towards the gate again mumbling curses under her breath towards the long gone cab driver.
As she started up what she assumed used to be a stone path but was now smothered with weeds and grass, she thought she saw movement from one of the upstairs windows. She stopped and watched for something to move again but saw nothing.
“Hmm.” She said to herself. “Don’t start freaking out now Drew, else it is going to be a very long night.”
It had just dawned on her that she was going to be staying in a creepy old castle by herself. She completely believed in ghosts and spirits and voodoo and everything else that came with loving the city and history of New Orleans. She read people’s fortune’s for goodness sake. At least, she used to. She didn’t want to live with any though. She wasn’t afraid of them by any means. She just enjoyed taking a bath without anyone or anything watching her. Plus, she didn’t care who you were, you weren’t right if seeing or feeling a ghost about didn’t creep you out just a little bit.
She had finally made it to the front door without getting eaten by any snakes or alligators. She sat her bags