the light switch?” She had to run her hand over the piano one more time before she searched the walls for lights.
“I may be dreaming, I may be losing my mind, I may be living on the streets with Homeless Harry tomorrow but I am going to enjoy every minute of this while I can.”
She ran her hands along the wall in search for the light switch. She looked for what seemed like at least a half an hour and couldn’t find anything. Just when she was about to give up she felt a cold chill run from the top of her head to the tip of her toes as the front door slammed shut and the lights came on in a flash. She ran for the front door but it wouldn’t budge.
“Hey!” she yelled at the door. “Who the hell is out there? You better leave my stuff alone or I will find you and kick your….”
She swore she heard a snicker then, but couldn’t tell where it had come from.
“Damn kids. I hope you get snake bit out there.” She turned around then and saw that everything that she had uncovered had been recovered.
“Ok. So, maybe I’m not here alone.”
She refused to completely believe yet that she was here with a ghost. After all it was now getting close to midnight and she had no place else to go. She could have gotten a hotel room she supposed but then she would be broke for the next few days until she got her life insurance money.
“Listen. I’m staying the night here whether you creeps want me to or not. I’ve got nowhere else to go. Maybe this was all a huge scam and now I am out my life savings and you get your kicks by scaring innocent young women. I am NOT leaving tonight!”
She dug into her suitcase again and pulled out her Ipod and eye mask. She sat them on the covered couch. Then, she opened the huge black trash bag and pulled out her pillow and quilt that was made supposedly by her great-great grandmother.
“I am just going to sleep here on this beautiful, yet covered” she said a little louder to whoever was listening, “couch and I won’t bother a thing.” She crossed her fingers over her heart and then held up two fingers, she was never a “scout” but figured that the gesture couldn’t hurt. She wasn’t sure if she was talking to the living or the dead but either way she wanted to make sure that she covered her tracks and didn’t offend anyone.
“We can talk about this in the morning.” The lights dimmed now and the piano started to play a tune that she had never heard before but it was very light, almost like a lullaby.
She looked towards the piano and saw that the back of it was still covered. There was no one there. The keys on the piano faced the wall so she couldn’t see if they were moving or not but she imaged that it was a sight that she didn’t really want to see anyway. The candles managed to blow themselves out at that point leaving her in a dimly lit room with Casper on the piano. So no candles, and no uncovering the furniture. She nodded in understanding to no one in particular.
“Well, goodnight then.” She said to the air as she put her ear-phones on and covered her eyes with her mask. Whatever was going to go bump in the night around her she didn’t want to hear or see it.
It took almost two seconds for her to go to sleep. It was almost like she was drugged. One would normally stay awake and freak out most of the night about what was hovering over them when they knew that they were in the same room with an aggravated spirit but she couldn’t focus on anything after she laid her head on the pillow. Her mind faded out from the real world and she was off to dream land in seconds.
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Bre ndan didn’t take kindly to strangers. There was nothing that he hated more than people invading his space. It was his house. It was his couch. He didn’t appreciate it when someone tried to come in uninvited and take over. She was the first one though in the past one hundred and fifty years that had actually spoken to him. Most definitely the first one that ever stayed longer than a few minutes