Haunted;

To inhabit, visit, or appear to in the form of a ghost or other supernatural being.

Ami had felt haunted. Touches on the skin, pulls of the hairs, breaking dishes, whispers, footsteps, and the worst were the screams. So much had haunted her home since she had moved in. When Ami had first come in she had been ecstatic. A house within her price range, and with the upstairs balcony she had always dreamed of, overlooking the gorgeous pool that was in the back yard. Yet she was going through something that wasn't included in the ad. Ami was fighting a battle with something she wasn't even sure was there.

She took a deep breath Ami's mind didn't want to be calmed. She was sure of what she had seen. Or what she had at least dreamed. Logically none of this seemed to make sense. Tonight had been a lot harder to handle then the rest. She had gone to sleep, nine o'clock the usual time my eyes slipped closed. Her dream, it was either repeating or continuing. Before all this Ami's dreams had been normal, before the move she wasn't worrying about things like this. Yet in the dream her body was replaced by another woman. She laid there, eyes crying, and a knife in her hands. She rose, glancing at the mirror in front of her before walking to the balcony. She looked down at the pool and her knife was raised and a slit of the wrist drowned her porcelain arm and she jumped. And the next scene she'll always see her beautiful pool drenched blood red.

Tears leaked from her eyes, a genius brain and she couldn't calm herself down from a childish dream. Yet there was so much to couple with it. In the process of cleaning the house when she had moved in Ami had found a knife, she figured it had been from the previous owners or something they had left behind in their own move, but now that same knife plagued her dreams. It had slit the wrist of the women who had taken her own life. Ami shivered this couldn't be happening to her. Her mind screamed to run, but her body was still top frozen to remove herself from the kitchen chair. She rubbed her arm, "Relax Ami, relax." She tried to soothe herself but her shaking body wasn't allowing it. Grabbing the coffee glass off the table she raised it to her lips.

Curling her feet inside her bunny slippers she took a sip of her warm milk. Something Ami's mother had always done for her when she couldn't sleep. She mimicked the same routine and when the milk was done, she stood, the chair screeching softly in the silence protest. She placed the milk in the sink; not bothering to wash it out, it wouldn't be there in the morning anyways. It always ended up on the floor shattered or in the cabinet clean. That thought made her grimace sarcastically.

Walking to the stairs she glanced around herself for safe keeping. She couldn't help herself. Her genius brain may be screaming for her to relax yet the other part of her screamed that something was wrong. Some thing her genius brain wouldn't be able to comprehend, and that frightened her. Graduating top of her class there wasn't much she couldn't explain. Yet this was something. She regretted taking her two weeks vacation for the move, and she was grateful that the vacation was almost done. Almost, soon she wouldn't even been in the house. And the ghost could haunt itself. She didn't even like calling it a ghost. She felt like she was acknowledging it to be real. And that was the last thing Ami wanted to be voiced about. She sighed loudly, the only sound that echoed the house at the moment. Grabbing the stair railing she traced the indention of the lion. Everything in the house had been put into special details. Someone had cared for this house. Ami shook the thoughts from her mind, it wasn't worth diving into. Sleep was all that matter.

Climbing up the stairs she felt the tug. The strenuous pull she felt every time she took the first step up. The tug grabbed at her legs and tugged and her hands gripped the railing, it isn't there. It can all be explained she reasoned with herself. Yet the shots that ran up her small legs, and her escalated breathing would probably state something different. None of this was happening to her. Ami held tighter and took another step. The strain was stronger, she told herself that it was all in her head, yet the pull continued. And her genius brain couldn't conclude that an upwind draft through her house was pulling at her legs. The tears came stronger and when she finally reached the top they flooded, yet the tug was gone. That awful tug, it had to be explainable. Maybe the night played tricks with her, or the paranoia that had set in created it for herself. Ami agreed with that thought and felt a little better about the situation.

Yet of course that feeling never seemed to be able to last. She felt eyes looking at her and she swung around looking down the path she had just climbed, and was for once relieved to see nothing but the dark there. The full moon shone through a window and she told herself that it was simply playing tricks, and when a shadow flushed by her, that saying didn't do much good for Ami. It aggravated her that she couldn't explain it. Ami was getting desperate. Almost enough that she was willing to call Rei for a reading, except that meant it was real. Ami feared that more then anything, for her suspicions to be correct.

"Looking for me?"

She swung around looking for the words, yet was greeted only by the pictures she hung of her friends. Why hadn't she just told them? Rei dealt in this area, yet she was nervous that Rei wouldn't be able to fix this. She wasn't going insane, things were happening, and she just couldn't beat it. Her 6.0 weighted GPA wasn't doing anything for her protection against.. Against this. She pleaded for it all to stop, and was greeted by the silence that would otherwise calm her. It meant nothing was happening. No footsteps, no screams, no cries, no anything. Silence meant peace. She walked to the master bedroom, where she had run from earlier and gripped the door knob. Something in her couldn't open it. Ami nibbled her lip, going in that bed meant winning a battle.

She went to walk in but her hand slipped from the door knob and she turned on her heels to the guest bedroom. Closing the door behind her she heard another door open and close. She slid down the door and pulled her knees to her chest, what was happening? How was she losing a battle with someone she couldn't even see?