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Chapter One

Samantha J. Riley felt herself being drawn away from the homely kitchen she once called her own. Her fiance stood at the kitchen sink peeling potatoes, his eyes lifting from his task to stare out the large windows that looked out across the spacious back yard. A large apple tree was framed by the windows and she knew what he was thinking every time he looked at it. A glittery gold plaque with her name engraved upon was screwed into the thick gnarled trunk, along with the date of her birth and the day she'd died.

Yes, she was dead and haunting her fiance. It was cliché and tragic and shouldn't have been possible, but here she was sitting perched upon the cesar stone bench top of the kitchen she'd shared with Brandon. Watching him cook for himself, pining for him and wishing he could see or hear her.

While she watched him, her fingers curling against the edge of the bench she quelled the urge to reach out and touch him. She felt another tug upon what she could only describe as her ethereal being. Turning her head she looked towards the front door. Everything in her screamed to walk towards the door and open it, then walk through and down the front steps. Why she suddenly had this urge was beyond her, but it was there none the less and it was growing stronger.

Shaking her head she turned her attention back to Brandon. He had just finished peeling the potatoes and was filling a stainless steel pot with water before dumping the freshly peeled potatoes into them. The sleeves of his beige sweater were rolled up to reveal the light dusting of hair along his muscular arms, the tanned flesh flexing as he dried his hands after depositing the pot onto the stove. He paused in the act of drying his hands, his gaze wondering out the window once more to stare at the apple tree. His jaw tensed and his hands gripped the edge of the sink as he leaned forward, hanging his head between his wide set shoulders.

The pain he was feeling farely radiated off him in waves. She'd watched him go through the motions after her death, watched him plan her funeral, pack up her desk at work, even watched as he'd spent the last three weeks drowning himself in whiskey and late night TV. The grief stricken man that stood in front of her wasn't the Brandon she'd fallen in love with and all she wanted to do was reach out and comfort him. Her fingers uncurled from the bench top and moved towards his arm, being drawn like a magnet. She was seconds away from trying to touch him when she felt the ungodly pull once more.

Frustrated with her inability to help Brandon, to connect with him, and with whatever was 'tugging' at her Samantha shoved off the bench and stormed to the front door. Instead of reaching for the doorknob she just kept walking, right on through the heavy oak door, popping out on the other side like the door had never been there.

The nearly deserted street outside was defused in an overcast light as the gray clouds slowly blanketed the blue sky as the sun played hide and go seek. It was a week day and with all the strange happiness that had been going on in Haven over the last few months most people were keeping to themselves, inside the relative safety of their homes.

The pull grew stronger as she took the front steps to the front lawn. Turning in a circle she tried to find the source of the yanking that was starting to put her off kilter. Being a Ghost she'd never had to worry about...anything. Not eating, sleeping or the restrictions of time and space. If she wanted to be somewhere she thought of that place and poof she was there. Although the only place she really wanted to be was with Brandon. Right now she wanted to figure out what was happening to her. Sensation was something she rarely came by these days.

Charging across the lawn she walked out into the middle of the street circling around and around her eyes taking in every detail from the houses along the street. She was about to scream in frustration as she saw nothing out of the ordinary when the tugging within her suddenly yanked her back a few feet.

"What the hell!" she cried out.

Turning in the direction of where she'd been yanked Samantha balled her fists at her side. There was nothing but a few parked cars on the side of the road. The more she looked the less she saw and it was starting to get her angrier then she'd been in a long time. Walking down the street she made a point of looking in all the cars she passed as if she was going to find something in them that was causing the strange sensation inside of her.

Nothing. By the time she had reached the end of the street the clouds had taken up residence in the sky and the sun had been completely devoured leaving streets gloomy and shadowed. She tried to slam her hand down upon the last car parked at the end of the street. Unfortunately her condition, that of being dead and all, caused her hand to go straight through the metal hood. The momentum sent her sprawling to the curb.

She'd barely stopped moving when the tugging began once more, this time more urgent, more forceful. It didn't stop with just dragging her a few feet this time, her ethereal body continued down the pavement, her hands trying to scrabble and grab whatever she could but unfortunately her hands floated through everything she came in contact with. Her legs scissored out behind her as she was yanked around the corner and into the middle of the road. She tumbled a little before coming to a stop, flat on her stomach. Pressing her hands into the asphalt she tried to push herself up.

Twin beams of bright light flashed across her, bringing her head up.

A car barrelled towards her, moving right into her path.

Bringing her hands up to shield her face Samantha screamed, knowing in the back of her mind that the car wouldn't do her any damage, but terror filled her anyway.