Hey Readers. This is my fist Fanfiction so please try to be nice. My name is Jessica and I hope you

enjoy my story. Is it a hit or a miss? I would like to know if I should continue this or not. PLEASE

REVIEW!!! Disclaimer: No I do not own Haunting in Connecticut, including Jonah *sigh*

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People say things work in mysterious ways, the problem is, you really don't know how mysterious those ways can be.

This had to be a dream, it just had to be. Everything was perfect. I looked around and saw I was in meadow, the sun was shining, birds

were chirping, the whole kit and kaboodle of a perfect day. I felt a presence behind me, I turned around quickly. I was hoping it would be

my crush since 3 grade, William Donswan, however the man I saw was way better. He was about 5"9" and looked muscular. He must

have been 17 or 18 at least. He had ice blue eyes and jet black hair. He dressed as if he was from the 1920's. I stood there gaping like a

complete imbecile, "Great" I thought " Even in my dreams I am still a complete idiot. "Who are you?" I asked hoping not to be rude to

my unexpected but welcome dream invader. He stood there and walked closer, I wondered what he was going to do. He stopped about 5

feet away from me. " Jonah" he whispered, as Jonah said his name, his appearance transformed him from a handsome young man to a

charcoaled ghost.

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I woke with a sudden start. I felt the car moving, pulling me from my slumber. My family, including myself unfortunately, were moving from our

home in busy Miami to a small town in Connecticut. Whoop Dee Doo. I was going to miss my friends and my family, but most of all the constant

sun and warmth. I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Arabella Riley O' Conner. I am Irish but I look like nothing like it. My mom has the

red hair and green eyes while my dad has the blonde hair and the ocean blue eyes. And what do I look like? Dark brown hair and golden eyes, I

have been told, that when I look in the sun they turn a deep shade of yellow. I have asked them billions of times if I was adopted, saying I

wouldn't mind and it would fine, but they insisted that I wasn't adopted. " Trust me Ara, you are not adopted, do you really think I could forget

your whole birthing process" My mom would say jokingly. I loved my parents so much, I envied them so much their names seemed to scream

ounce-in-a-lifetime true love. Charlotte and Daniel, Daniel and Charlotte. After 20 years of marriage still acted as if they were the newly weds. I

was wondering if I would ever meet someone when we pulled up to our new home. It was huge! It was white and looked like it had at least 2

stories. I unpacked my things and choose a room. Me being the 17 year old, decided to take the basement. It had its own bathroom (yay privacy!)

and it looked very secluded. Though there were these two doors that wouldn't open, I shrugged reminding myself to ask dad to help me with it

later. I got a vague idea of what I should do with my new room. Night fell and I laid on my mattress. I had my sheets wrapped around me and I

was curled up into a ball. I internally debated whether my room's theme should be dark purple or a deep maroon. Before I fell asleep, I could of

swore that someone was watching me from behind the two great doors, I absent mindly wondered if what ever it was, if it would have piercing

blue eyes. That was probably the last night I slept without fear and terror. However it was the last night I slept with out love.