The sun was just barely going down and shadows passed over the block where the new tenants just moved in. The neighborhood was quiet except for the soft hiss of a breeze. Trees continued to lose their leaves and the people would have to start raking their lawns soon. Inside the ancient house of the two lovely ladies that just moved in, all was quiet.

"Where should I put the lamp?" Jasmine asked, surveying their bedroom.

"Um," Jean was kneeling on the floor before a box, looking around the room. Their bed laid in the center of the room against the wall, which took up most of the space in the room. A dark brown, almost maroon dresser was in the corner beside the bed, and a full length mirror in the corner to the right. Since the lamp was a floor lamp, it had to go in a corner, but all the corners were taken. Jean bit her lip in concentration.

"Put it...put it by the nightstand on your side of the bed." That was really the only place left, besides next to the door and behind it.

Jasmine set the lamp down and plugged it in to the extension cord that ran underneath the bed and into the outlet on the opposite wall.

"I give, I'm done. We'll unpack more tomorrow." Jasmine fell backwards on the bed and sighed. They had been unpacking since she woke up, eating snacks and joking around here and there. All Jasmine wanted to do now was sleep.

She felt the bed sink in as Jean laid down beside her and started kissing her neck. Jasmine groaned in either, pleasure or annoyance. She had forgotten that Jean planned to celebrate their new home tonight. Jasmine couldn't hold back a yawn.

"Aww is my baby tired?" Jean giggled in her ear and nipped it softly, sliding her hand over her chest, making sure to brush her hand over her breasts, and tilted Jasmines head to the side. Jean kissed her girlfriends neck softly and climbed on top of her, kissing down her neck and down her chest. Jasmine groaned and ran her fingers through Jeans hair, forgetting her recent mood.

"Not anymore." Jasmine pulled Jean down and kissed her hard. When Jean was on top of her like she was now, Jasmine couldn't think of anything else but the present moment. It was only them two, swallowed up in a never ending time frame that allowed them to do whatever they wanted. Jasmine's heart swelled with the feeling of love, of being treated like a possession when Jean touched her the way she did. She loved it when Jean kissed her with everything she had, like her heart was hers only, like her body belonged to her and only she could have it. Jasmine loved Jean with everything she had, and everybody else could go to hell.

Jasmine lifted up Jeans tight, yellow t-shirt and kissed her soft, satiny skin. She felt her lips press against the top of her head in a kiss as Jasmine reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. Jasmine rolled and flipped them so that she was on top. Jean gasped in surprise and smiled up at Jasmine, who in turn sucked Jean's left breast while fondling the other with her right hand. Jean moaned gently and ran her thin fingers through Jasmines long, silky hair.

Jasmine moved her hips against Jeans' and reached down to unbutton her pants. She pulled them down and Jean squirmed out of them, shivering when she felt cold air hit her bare thighs. Jasmine unbuttoned her own jeans, and without pulling them down, pushed Jean down and got on top of her again. Her lips slammed against Jeans in a hard, possessive kiss and Jean fought back with the same amount of force.

After a couple minutes of messing around with each other, Jean started shivering. Pausing for a moment, Jean noticed that the room temperature dropped lower.

"Are you okay, Jean? Are you cold?" Jasmine asked, concerned.

"Yea. I thought you turned the heat on?" Jean scooted back into her pants, welcoming the small amount of warmth they gave her. Even the pants were cold. She went to the dresser and pulled out a nice, long sleeved tan sweater that she bought last week. Jean rubbed her arms to try to warm herself up. "Aren't you cold?"

"I'm fine, it is a little chilly, though." Jasmine got off the bed and buttoned up her pants," I'll go check it out." Jasmine walked out of the room and down the dark, slightly lit hallway. The old floors creaked loudly with a ghostly sound that filled Jasmines bones with a deep, sickening feeling. The deeper she went into the house, the colder it got. She went into the living room and looked at the thermostat. The temperature was at 52 degrees.

"What the hell?" Jasmine punched it up to 70 and waited till she heard the old heater kick on. The central heater rattled through the ceilings, it was like a chained ghost was wailing or crying. Walking back up the stairs, she felt the heat blowing through the dusty vents.

Jean was sitting on the bed, rubbing her forearms. She looked up at Jasmine when she walked in.

"The thermostat was on 40 degrees, I don't know why it turned off. I put it back up to 70."

"That's good," Jean yawned. Looking up, she saw a dark, manly figure standing in the doorway. Jean opened her mouth but couldn't scream, she tried to scream, to make some kind of alarming noise but nothing came out. Jean felt her chest go cold, her whole body for that matter, and she pointed behind Jasmine.

"Jean?" Jasmine whipped around but saw nothing. Just an empty doorway. She sat next to Jean on the bed and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Jean, what happened? Are you alright?"

Staring wide-eyed at the spot where something, someone was just a minute ago, Jean sat breathless.

"There..there was somebody there. It, he was standing right behind you." The cold, dark feeling that Jean felt a moment ago was gone now. The guy, the shadow, whatever it was, it was gone now. It was as if none of that just happened. Jean wanted to lay down more than anything right now.

"I think you're just still excited about today. With the moving and all. Nothing was there, sweety." Jasmine smoothed back Jeans hair with her hand and rubbed her back a little. Jean shook her head madly, like a little girl that didn't want to go to the doctor.

"No, Jasmine. Something was there." Jasmine looked back at the door then back at Jean. It was at that moment that a loud creaking sound echoed above them. In the attic. It was like somebody was walking up there, but back and forth on the same spot, slowly. Jean groaned loudly, scooting closer to Jasmine. Even Jasmine had to admit that that was a little creepy. But she wasn't scared, it took a lot more than some spooky sounds to scare her away.

"You're just tired, Jean. Let's go to bed, okay?"

"But.." Jeans eyes lingered on the spot where she saw it, and decided it was better to not think about it. Sleep was what she needed right now, and sleep she would. "Okay."

Jasmine changed into a silky, grey tank and sweats and climbed into her side of the bed. Already in sweats, all Jean did was climb underneath the soft embrace of the huge blanket and relaxed her tired muscles. She snuggled up to Jasmine, arm slung over her hip and head tucked under her chin, and closed her tired eyes. Jasmine kissed her head, whispered a soft goodnight and in minutes fell asleep.

Jean laid awake for a few minutes, trying to fall asleep. Just before falling into dream land, Jean noticed a deep, sharp feeling in her stomach that wasn't there before. She felt like she was being watched.