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Chapter 3
Encounters Of A Supernatural Kind
I threw my hands up to cover my body. I could feel the blush scorching my cheeks. After all, it wasn't every day you have a handsome boy walk in on your bath is it? I could feel his gaze on my face. I looked up into his eyes. They were mesmerising. Deeply filled with so many emotions it was hard to identify even one. He had sharp cheekbones and a strong jaw. His soft, pink lips were pulled down into a frown, making him look brooding. His hair was in a disarray, it looked as though he had been running his hands through it repeatedly. Habit, perhaps? He looked like Adonis or some other unbelievably handsome God.
"W-Who are you?" I stuttered. Slightly afraid of how this stranger had got into the house. I was alone, my mother and father had gone to visit family for a couple of days. I knew that if this man wanted to kill me, there would be nothing to prevent him. I shrunk back when he stepped forward, almost trying to push through the wall into another room.
"My name is Master Edward Anthony Masen, Miss…It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." His crooked smile and twinkling eyes like two emeralds entranced me.
"It's a pleasure to meet you too Edward. Can you tell me why your in my house?" I asked calmly. I could feel my heart beating through my chest, I was both embarrassed by the situation and frightened.
"I'm afraid you must be confused. This is my father's house. You may know him? He owns the company in town? Mr Edward Masen Senior?" I was suddenly reminded of the article I read earlier in the day. It had mentioned a Mr Masen dying from Spanish Flu.
"Edward, may I ask….what year do you think this is?"
"Pardon?" he asked. His expression growing confused.
"What is today's date?" I asked again, explaining my question.
"It's 24th May 1918" He stated as if it was obvious.
That was the last thing I heard before the darkness overcome me.
When I finally awoke, I was back in my bed, a towel wrapped around me and the blankets thrown over me. How did I get back in here? It all came flooding back to me suddenly. I had finally seen the Ghost that had been bothering me. Edward, I think his name was. And, he had been haunting this house for over 100 years! How lonely he must have been. I quickly scanned the room, hoping he'd be here and we could talk some more, but he wasn't.
I pulled off the blankets and walked over to my dresser, pulling out one of the drawers. I selected some jeans a simple blue t-shirt and underwear and dropped my towel. I turned around to place the clothes on my bed, only to be met with the his green eyes… really? Twice in one day he happened to show up when I'm naked? The gods must really hate me right now!
"Can you turn around, or shut your eyes…or something?" I shrieked.
"My apologies, Miss. I promise you, I do not choose to see you only when your in a state of undress," he quickly spun around so that I could change.
"Yes, well can you at least warn me or something next time when you show up? Before I take my clothes off?" I asked him. The blush was staining my cheeks bright red.
"Of course, Miss" he replied politely.
"Oh, by the way, you can call me Bella. That 'Miss' crap makes me feel like I'm older than you or something"
"Well, where I come from, it's the way a gentleman addresses a lady, Bella,"
"Well, you're not in Kansas anymore Edward," I joked. I suppose it was totally different now in the 21st Century than it was back then in the early 1900s.
"What?" he questioned. I could hear the confusion in his voice. I guess he didn't get the reference. The film was too modern. I wonder if they even had films when he was alive? I'd have to add that to the list of questions I wanted to ask him.
"I'm finished, you can turn back around now" I told him.
"What exactly is it you are wearing, Mi-Sorry, Bella? That is definitely some strange fashion. Is it something new from France?" he asked with genuine bewilderment and curiosity.
"No, it's what most people wear now, they're called jeans" I explained and held back my giggle. It was slightly funny having to explain things that seemed so obvious to me.
"Oh, and what exactly is that big, black thing?" he asked. Gesturing towards the TV that was balanced on top of my dresser.
He was interested in learning about everything. This was going to take a while…
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