"What man sweetheart?" Punk said, walking round to Sam, crouching down at the bedside, looking up at her.
"He was standing over there." Sam pointed to the corner of the room.
"And what did he say to you?" Punk asked, trying to be as calm as he could with his daughter.
"He told me not to wake my brothers. Then he told me that mommy and daddy were busy in the kitchen and wouldn't hear me…" She said, "But you did hear me." She smiled, acting like nothing was wrong and swaying back and forth sitting up.
"What did the man look like?" Punk asked.
"He was dressed funny. He had a hat on." Sam said, lying back down in bed.
"Well, maybe mommy and daddy will sleep with you guys tonight, just in case he comes back." Punk said, trying his best to act calm about the situation.
"No… he said only I can see him." Sam said.
Punk turned to AJ watching her frozen in fear at the door, completely terrified with what her daughter was telling them, almost as if she was hallucinating or seen a ghost.
Punk didn't feel safe leaving the twins alone upstairs with baby James, so he and AJ got into bed, Sam and Charlie asleep in the middle while James slept in his crib beside Punks side, the house quiet and still.
"Children see ghosts all the time." Punk whispered, playing with Sam's hair below as he turned his head to AJ lying in fear beside him.
"I knew there was something about this house…" AJ shook her head in a mutter, "You heard what she said… whoever it was that was speaking to her was watching us too." She shivered, "I don't feel safe here." She admitted.
"Chaleen used to see ghosts all the time when she was a kid. It was just a phase she grew out of. Nothing bad is going to happen." He tried to convince her.
"It's fucking weird though." AJ whispered, completely scared out of her whit's.
"I know." Punk nodded, "Once we get everything unpacked, really settle in… everything will be fine." He said, reaching for her hand and stroking the top of it with his thumb, "It's not the dead you need to be frightened of, it's the living." He said.
"Phil that isn't helping me." She said, appreciating him trying but not particularly calming her down any.
Punk just leaned over and kissed her head, the twins tangled between them as they huddled close together.
He did believe in ghosts, he always had, but he had to admit, having Sam talk all of this talk to him really spooked him out. But kids seen ghosts all the time, he wasn't completely worried.
One week later…
After AJ had a long conversation with Punks mom about his sisters seeing ghosts when they were kids, she did feel a little at ease, but she still was completely horrified that her daughter was seeing people that were talking to her. She put it down to the weird house.
The house was just about finished, everything was painted and unpacked, downstairs was completely finished, Punk and AJ's room was finished, the kid's rooms were finished, all that was left to do was the bathrooms.
The only time AJ seemed not to be thinking about the ghosts and Sam was when Punk was taking her mind someplace else in the sky.
"So many places to have sex in this house." Punk smiled against AJ's kiss, her body on top of his as they slowly made out with each other, not getting too deep just yet.
"I want you so much right now." AJ said in almost a purr, her hands on his naked chest as she continued to kiss him deeply, slowly shifting her hips up and down on him in rhythm.
Punk was about to flip AJ over on to her back and devour her with his love, but their attention was both brought to their bedroom door that began to open rather slowly.
Punk being the protective husband he was, pushed AJ off of him and behind him, feeling her huddle herself behind his back as he propped himself up on his elbow, watching as Sam stumbled through the door.
"Sam… what are you doing?" Punk said, sitting up as AJ done the same, looking over Punks shoulder at a non-responsive Sam.
"She's sleep walking." AJ whispered to Punk, being able to tell with the way Sam was carrying herself, the way her eyes were alert without a cause.
"Can she hear me?" Punk asked AJ.
"No. Just lift her up and put her back into bed." AJ said, watching Punk stand up and take Sam with him exiting their room.
AJ lay on her back in their room, holding the covers against her as she stared at the ceiling. She didn't like this place, not one bit. Sam had never sleep walked in her life, nor had she ever seen ghosts. It was all a little too horrifying for her to take in. She just wanted a nice house to raise her family in, to feel warm and at home. She didn't feel any of that here.
It was early hours into the morning when it happened. Their arousals for each other had left them when their daughter walked in and they both just fell asleep with each other.
Punk however had fell into a rather deep sleep, his whole body concentrated on what was going on in his brain, images and pictures running through him, hearing voices in his head.
He knew he was dreaming, but he couldn't wake up, his eyes just wouldn't open.
He tossed and turned, in result of waking AJ up.
"Phil… what is it?" AJ moaned at being woken up, turning around and looking as Punk scrunched his face up in his sleep, tossing and turning around in the covers, mumbling un constructed sentences out.
"Phil." AJ tapped his chest lightly, getting a little scared with how her husband was acting, he looked like he was concentrated on listening to something and then suddenly his eyes popped open and he sat up gasping for air.
His heart was beating rapidly as he swung his legs round out of the bed, his back facing AJ as he ran his hands through his face, feeling like he was still trapped in his nightmare.
"Phil, are you ok?" AJ asked, moving across the bed and sitting directly behind him.
"Jesus Christ…" Punk groaned rubbing his eyes.
"It was just a bad dream." AJ said, "You're ok." She said, leaning over from behind and kissing his shoulder, "Come back into bed." She whispered, "I'll make it all better." She insisted, watching him turn and looking at her behind him.
Her pyjama t-shirt was loose around her body and she slept in just her panties, spreading her legs as she kneelt up on the bed behind him.
"You just a bad dream." She ran her hands through her hair, feeling him move back into bed, laying her down on her back as this seemed to take his mind away from that painful, intoxicating dream.
"April." Punk moaned as he kissed upon her, this being the only thing that was distracting him from that mind-numbing dream, his brain still hurting from it.
"Make love to me, Phil." AJ moaned, her lust for him that she had earlier returning as he cupped her breasts through her loose t-shirt, continuing to kiss her on the lips passionately.
He didn't know what that dream was about, all he knew was that it was best to ignore it. It was bad enough having to deal with Sam's distressing troubles. Although he did question that none of this had happened before they moved out here.
He just put it down to Sam being distressed by their move again, he remembered what she was like when they moved to Puerto Rico. And children did see ghosts sometimes. It was nothing to worry about, at least he hoped.
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