Kay had woken up shortly after her father had left to find a note stating that 1) rap wasn't considered real music. And 2)he would call her every hour or so to make sure that she was awake, well, and most importantly- alive. Courtesy of the concussion plus his over protective instincts towards his only surviving daughter.

And since she was to try an stay up and as alert as possible, she had meandered around the house to kill time.

Taking the time to see if she needed to try going back to the market sometime tomorrow and finding her father had arranged for food to be brought to her home and put away. Then grabbed something small to eat (like soup and a really mouth watering grilled cheese to go with it) since she didn't really feel like being on her feet with her head still hurting like a son of a bitch- and ate before cleaning up a bit and then deciding to go shower and take something for the pain.

That had been well over four hours ago.

After which she had decided to do some light inventory for the shop, to check and make sure weather or not she needed to place orders, ship orders out... Small stuff. Simple stuff.

Mind numbingly boring stuff...

Stuff that didn't crack her skull open (though if she had to be honest, right now, even with her head at a dull throb- she sort of wished the boredom would finish her off) however it didn't.

Humming softly to herself as she finished her work and sat back in her seat to stretch, she found herself with nothing left for to do but go into the living room and sit and wait for her father's next call while reading a nice long book. When all of a sudden a chill raced down her spine and she glanced towards the living room window, curious to see what or who had caused the sudden sensation of fluttering in her stomach.

Something was out there- She could just feel it.

Just beyond the walls and windows of her home, not quite in the thicket of trees and flowers that ran along her property line- watching. Perhaps even waiting for something.

A sign of weakness? A particular movement that could or would illicit an attack?

She didn't know but whatever it was, it had been present for several minutes now and had yet to make a move. As strange as it sounded she simply had a gut instinct about it- as well as a bone deep wariness that made her wonder if she should perhaps call her brother and ask him to come check things out outside.

However as much as she may have wished to do so, she knew quite well the risks one took when confronting a supposed enemy. Especially during a home invasion, and the last thing she wanted was for her brother or one of her neighbors to get hurt or worse on her account.

Searching through the window for a moment, she saw a pair of deep, deep exotically shaped green eyes stare at her for a moment or so as if whoever or whatever was trying to wrestle with a decision of some sort before they- and their owner disappeared in a blur of movement that was more than hard to track in the darkness, right across her lawn and disappeared into the woods.

Leaving her there to stare and partially gape before muttering. "I knew those damn woods were haunted! I told gram! I knew it, knew it, knew it!" As she heard the phone ring and let out a frustrated sound. Oh, whoever was calling was going to hear about this shit.

All those years of having her own family making fun of her now made sense... Ghosts, she could see them. They couldn't. So of course they were going to treat her like the social retard that she pretty much was.

She embarrassed them. Always had.

Though up until now she had never really known why.

Picking up the phone she sighed, "Hi daddy, you are not going to believe what just happened..."