= Fate =

"Run faster, or we will be late for school," Her beautiful red hair looked shiny under the sun.

I was jogging behind her, "It's okay to be late. I am late all the time. It's not like they care."

She stopped and I ran into her arm. We laughed. She pressed her soft lips against mine.

"Oh Stephanie," I whispered. She smiled.

Then there was a bright white light beaming through windows. I must have forgotten to close the curtains again.

"One of those weird dreams again," I opened my eyes. I woke my cell phone to check the time, "Seven." I closed the curtains and went back to sleep.

I rang to door bell. A middle age lady with a cute puppy opened the door. "Welcome, you must be Katherine. I am Marcy. We talked on the phone."

"Yes, I remember your voice," I smiled and shook her hand.

"Classic LA Victorian... real Tiffany fixtures..." She brought me into the house and started to babble about the interior design of the house. "Funny, this tree wasn't here yesterday," She said something to herself, but I could hear her so clearly.

"Nice Christmas tree," It caught my eyes, "So classy. Nate and I used to throw Christmas dinners."

"Your husband?" Marcy asked, "Is he joining us today?"

"Soon-to-be-ex-husband and no. We are signing our divorce paper next month," I replied.

"How awful," She commented.

"Don't feel bad. That bastard cheated on me with his co-worker, who also happens to be my high school bully," I rolled my eyes. I was sick of people pretending to care for me in the past few months, "Enough about me. I heard this house just got sold and now it's back on the market. Is there anything I should know before making an offer? Is the previous owner a flipper?"

"By law, I must disclose everything happened in this house in the last five years. The owners before the current seller passed away in the house, and the seller doesn't feel comfortable inside the house after listening to the tragedy," Marcy explained.

"No need to go into the details," I laughed, "I am buying the house. Buying a haunted house is like pouring sand in a sinkhole - I don't know a better way to blow all my money. I am telling you, Nate is getting nothing."

= To Be Continued =

Just a little taste of my writing. Let me know what you think.