To Love A Ghost

A NEW HOME

"That's everything ma'am. Will you need help moving them all in?" Richard, the Porter I hired asks me. 

"No, I can handle that. Thank you very much Richard."

"Alright, I'll take my leave then. Enjoy your new home. " He says and drives off.

I walk up to the porch of my new but temporary apartment that I just rented for the spring season. Right in front of the doorstep is a bouquet of flowers with a key and a tag.

"Sweet home." I read the tag out loud and pick the key and the flowers up.

Thank you Mr Patrick. I inwardly thank the man who highly recommended this place.

Opening the door, I take in the fresh scent of a new home.

"Time to settle in." I sigh and begin moving in my luggage.

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"Finally done." I say as I fall face flat on my bed.

"I need a bath." I say and get off the bed.

I just moved out of the city for a while to help find some inspiration for my next novel. Yeah, being a writer is not an easy thing.

I do have a little apartment in the city which is pretty nice for someone like me who lives alone but when you're an author you really need to have a change of environment once in a while just to help you get over writers block.

Kara, my best friend is going to be living in my apartment until I get back. She and I are two different people but we get along surprisingly well. 

She has a bit of a wild personality while I'm the more calm and rational type. She has dark, straight, shoulder-length hair with red highlights on the tips and I have brown, curled, shoulder-length hair with a few gold highlights on the tips plus we both have brown eyes.

I let out a long sigh as I step into the warm bath. I might be alone but it's quite calming rather than being scary or boring. Of course that's what I thought.

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It's gotten quite late and since I have no neighbors, the area is really quiet. The only sounds I hear are the few insects outside like the crickets and frogs. The plants outside get coated in water droplets after the sun sets, and the moon shines brightly over the house with the stars creating the most magnificent background. At the back of the house, a few flowers glisten under the moonlight. Mr Patrick was right when he said this place is breathtaking at night.

He talked a lot about how amazing this house is and how much he cherishes it. He told me that his son lived here before he died. Mr Patrick is quite old and he normally walks around with a gloomy face but whenever he talks about his past and his son, he always brightens up.

A very nice man he is and I'm happy that he let me stay here for some time. 

I have asked him a few times about his son's death but it always breaks my heart when he breaks into tears just at the thought of it so I stopped asking and none of us ever brought it up.

I instinctively stand up and walk into the living room. Above the fireplace is a picture of a man and about five candles neatly placed beside it. The picture frame has carvings at the bottom which clearly spell out Kyle Olsen. Before moving into the house, Mr Patrick asked me to do one very important thing for him; light up the candles beside the picture of Kyle and say a short prayer on behalf of him for his son's soul.

I was deeply moved by his request and I happily agreed to do it.

I light up the candles and say a short prayer in front of it. After I'm done, I go back to the kitchen and continue writing the book on my laptop. After a while, I start hearing the blowing wind from outside and the tree leaves rustle a bit loudly. I get an eerie feeling within me and decide to pack up for the night. I feel like I'm being watched or something. It was very peaceful at first but now the entire place just sends a wave of shivers down my spine.

I retreat to my room for the night and decide to keep a few lights on before going to bed.