Hey everyone! I'll be doing a reviving of this story because I enjoy writing it. I'm going through the current chapters now to complete some editing and make the story more coherent. So. Thank you for sticking with it!

"Excuse me! Who are you!?"

Emilee half screamed, half gasped at the sudden apparition glaring from behind her. The fallen jewelry box clattered to the floor, beads exploding over the wooden floorboards. Static felt like bristles in her spine.

What is he going to do?

She whipped around, staring into the black eyes from the reflection in her window. They were a striking contrast from the young man's sunny blond hair. He didn't seemed phased at her reaction, barely noticing how the beads rolled over to the tips of his beaten sneakers.

"I-I asked you a question!" she snapped.

She shivered as though a cold wind whipped through the room. His eyes were still locked-unblinking-on her. Emilee did her best to ignore the unnerving image of the ghost's dilated pupils roaming over her.

His appearance is threatening but he energy isn't...

The room seemed to plummet to an icy cold. Her stomach churned so heavily she could feel her lunch sloshing inside, but, her feet remained balanced and firm on the floor. The boy tilted his head like a curious child and the swimming imagery of her bedroom became clear again.

Was he a former owner...?

The boy still stared at her as she inched over to the bed. He seemed to note the strands of auburn hair loosening from the tight bun braided on the back of her head and how her freckles almost glowed from how pale her face became at the sight of him.

What does he want?

"If you don't want people to barge in on you, shutting the door would be a good idea," he said dully. "Who are you?"

"I already asked you that," Emilee huffed.

He didn't reply or even move. Emilee felt her front teeth pressing into her lower lip. The dull pain reminded her that this wasn't a vision.

I don't know if I should be disturbed...

With each passing second, her teeth sank deeper into the soft skin.

Is he going to try to do anything to me?

With no answers or explanation, the boy surveyed the bedroom. Emilee released her breath when he broke eye contact to study the violet walls and the crimson accents.

"At least the new colors are welcoming," he murmured.

Emilee scoffed.

"You're not breaking in and entering the colors house."

Why are you going to haunt me?

"Are you going to tell me who the hell you are or-?"

Emilee crossed her arms. The boy's black eyes returned to hers, the shadow of a smirk passing over his perfect lips.

"I don't intend to," he shrugged and vanished.

Emilee stared after the phantom boy.

He was strong, she marveled, her stomach still tingling from his lingering energies. I could have touched him.

A shiver rocked her body, but, it made her feel better.

Now I can focus.

Emilee collected her jewelry box and the scattered beads. Arranging it on her vanity table, she centered it in front of the mirror and adjusted her bobby pins.

Dad did mention it was haunted…Emilee reminded herself while she ambled over to her suitcase. Where did my flowers go?

Rummaging through the clump of balled up sweaters and jeans, Emilee dislodged her plastic vase.

It didn't break, thank God.I hope my flowers didn't get crushed…

Fiddling with a plastic bag, Emilee managed to fluff the petals of her paper mache flowers.

"There we go."

The vivid orange brought a sense of warm comfort as she set the vase on her bed side table. She traced her index finger over the vibrant petals and drew her knees up to her chest.

Nothing else needs my immediate attention...

Sprawling across the puffy comforter, Emilee inhaled the woody scent of her new bedroom and closed her eyes.

Three Days Earlier:

This place is a supernatural playground...I can feel it.

Emilee toyed with the cut out photo from the newspaper, her fingertips tingling with electric energy. The windows caught a supernatural glare from the sunlight. Half of the house seemed to be shyly hidden behind the twisted branch of the crooked tree in the front yard.

I wonder who these ghosts are.

Her mind painted images of forlorn maidens in elegant gowns gliding across the foyer. The memory of their jewels glinted in candle light, their lace covered hands reaching for the fingers of their partners who would twirl with them into eternity.

Maybe they'll be kind enough to share their stories with me.

The Chevy bounced over a pot hole, jarring her day dreams of a glorious haunting. Emilee glanced over at her father, and his eyes darted to hers.

"Don't let your mind wander too much," he teased half heartedly. "I know that expression anywhere."

The dreamy and distant stare in his daughter's eyes made worry knot in the pit of his stomach. Emilee folded the clipping between her palms and turned her gaze out the windshield.

"I can't help it," she shrugged. "I love the idea of being able to really strengthen my power."

A shudder quaked across Ethan Davin's shoulders.

"That's an incredibly dangerous mindset to have, Emilee. You don't know what kinds of entities live in this house."

Emilee turned her attention out the truck window and counted trees passing on the high way.

"Then I don't see the point of moving into somewhere haunted."

Ethan chewed his lip.

"I swear this wasn't my first choice. Or my last, for that matter."

If I had better options, I would take them,he wanted to sigh. You don't know how hard it is financially right now.

But, reminding his daughter about the struggle was as needed as a haunting. Ethan cast a glance at the red haired teenager, a spitting image of her mother, and inhaled heavily.

The truck ducked under a tunnel, the concrete concealing sunlight. A sudden rush churned through Emilee's stomach, the orange lights appearing to be bright flowers that illuminated the shadows.

"Mom would have vetoed this house in a heartbeat," Emilee remarked after a few moments and fingered the cross pendent hanging on her neck.

Shaking his head, Ethan concentrated on the highway lacing through tunnels.

"Honestly? I think you'll like this house, even if you stay away from the ghosts. You love Victorian styled homes," he smiled.

The image of his daughter pouring over architect books flashed in his memory. Even as a toddler, she would point to the grand houses with the kind of grin that made the rest of her face scrunch up.

"I said Mom would have vetoed the house. I'm all for it," Emilee mused, sliding her feet off the dashboard. "No one has been able to stay in it for longer than one night."

Pansies.

"Try not to sound so amused."

Ethan didn't have to look at her to know she had "that grin" on her face.

"I'm glad you're taking this move so well," he added, guiding the Chevy through another tunnel.

It's not like I was leaving anyone behind.

Emilee bit back the statement.

"Yeah," she started instead, "but, I'm sure the boyfriend will manage. He's going to college around here, so..."

She trailed off and Ethan reached to pat her shoulder.

"It's not like you won't see him again," he reassured her. "He can come and visit whenever he wants. And you'll be able to visit him back home when you get your own car."

Emilee flickered a smile at her father and pulled her red braid over her shoulder. Silence fell over them once again, Emilee studying the mixture of nature and urban society outside her window.

"But, Emilee," Ethan cut the silence and she focused on him again. "I warn you."

His voice dropped to an almost grave whisper. Emilee had to lean closer to hear him.

"Messing with the supernatural is incredibly dangerous."

"I know," Emilee cocked her eyebrow. "Remember they come to me...usually."

Ethan's expression darkened and Emilee swallowed back any potential snark or witty comments.

"I don't want you dabbling with these spirits."

I can't make many promises,she wanted to reply, but, nodded in order to avoid arguing.

"I'll do my best."

Thank you for reading, and, I hope you read my next chapters. Until next time!
~SilverNightRain