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On with the show!

2004

Jess rolled her window down and stuck her head out of the car. She had been stuck here with her boyfriend just under two hours on their way to Sacramento to visit Jess' family. It was their annual spring family reunion. Which meant this would be Sam's first time meeting her entire family at once. Which of course meant Sam was nervous.

"So… Where are we staying again?" Sam asked.

"My parent's guesthouse."

"And they know we live together?"

"I mean, they weren't thrilled to hear it-"

"Then why did you tell them!?"

"Because trust me! You do not want to be camped out on their couch all weekend."

Sam groaned as he readjusted himself in the driver's seat. "I just really don't want them to hate me."

"They're not going to hate you," she said, bringing her head back inside the car.

"Um, I'm a man shacking up with their daughter, that's good enough probable cause."

"Even if they hate you, it won't change the fact that I love you," She leaned over the center console to kiss his cheek. Sam immediately relaxed and exhaled a bunch of air he didn't realize he was holding in his lungs.

"You're right, I'm being fucking stupid."

"You've never met a girlfriend's parents before, have you?" Jess pondered.

"Never had a girlfriend long enough to meet her parents."

Jess giggled and returned back to her seat. She rolled her window back up and started fiddling with the radio stations. Sam laughed to himself and exited the freeway. They took a couple back roads and eventually reached a house on the top of a mountain. It was a decent sized house, but let's be real, to Sam it was essentially a mansion.

Jess jumped out of the car before Sam could even pull the parking brake and ran towards two people standing on the front porch. Sam automatically assumed they were her parents. Growing nervous again, he turned off the car and climbed out, slowly making his way over to them.

"Mom, Daddy, this is Sam!" Jess said excitedly. Sam couldn't help but smile at how childlike she was acting while showing him off. It was adorable.

"Nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Moore," he said, sticking his hand out.

"Please! Call us Dan and Debby!" the woman responded cheerfully.

"Actually I like him calling me Mr. Moore." the man said more matter-of-factly.

Debby smacked him with the dish towel she had on her shoulder. Sam and Jess snickered and followed the two of them inside.

"See?" Jess whispered to Sam, taking hold of his hand. "Not so scary now, are they?"

After dinner and a fun evening of board games and stories of Jess growing up, Sam and Jess went out back to the guest house for the night. Jess took a shower and started unpacking their bags while Sam took his turn. While rinsing out his hair, he heard the sounds of the bathroom cabinets being opened and slamming shut. Naturally, he assumed it was Jess either putting stuff away or looking for something. Until it dragged on for a long period of time.

"Looking for something?" he called out. No response. Another cabinet slammed shut.

"Jess?" he called out again, this time peering his head around the shower curtain. All the noises suddenly stopped. A normal person might assume Jess just left the bathroom, but Sam could swear on his life that he never heard the bathroom door open or close. It was just the cabinets.

Finishing in the shower, he dried off and got dressed, and made his way to the kitchen, where he found Jess dancing around and singing to the radio in her pajamas putting another batch of cookies in the oven.

"Find what you were looking for?" Sam casually asked.

"What?" Jess responded, not noticing he had even walked into the kitchen.

"In the bathroom. Sounded like you were digging around in there for some time."

"I didn't go in the bathroom."

"Yes you did, I heard you while I was in the shower slamming the cabinet doors and shit."

"I swear Sam! I've been out here this entire time. I unpacked everything and then I started baking cookies for tomorrow."

Sam paused and started studying his girlfriend for any sign of this being a joke. "You're not fucking with me?"

"No!" Jess said laughing. "Why would I even go in the bathroom while you're in there anyway?"

Good point.

Still feeling uneasy, Sam shrugged it off and walked over to the cookies cooling on a rack.

"Wait!" Jess said, suddenly doing an over-dramatic gasp. "Maybe you met Charles."

"You said what now?" Sam said with a mouthful of cookie.

"My sister and I would always have sleepovers in here with our friends and we were always hearing random shit," Jess explained. "One night we did a ouija board and it told us its name was Charles and it was an old man that died from the flu. Scared the shit out of us."

"You're bullshitting me, aren't you?" Sam joked.

"Why? Are you scared?" Jess teased back. She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist."Don't worry. I'll protect you from the big mean scary ghost."

Sam smiled and gave into her, gently kissing her and then sneaking another cookie.

The next day was the reunion. Sam met all of Jess' relatives and made quite an impression on them. All day he answered questions like "What do you study?" "How did you meet?" "What's your family like?" blah blah blah Sam had never talked so much in his life.

After a long day of meeting relatives even Jess didn't know existed, the two hid away in the guest house for an evening to themselves.

Sam sat on the bed with his laptop researching people who died in the Sacramento area named Charles. He couldn't explain it, but something felt off here. He wasn't having much luck, and after a while, he couldn't find anything. He was starting to give up.

"Please tell me you are not doing homework."

Sam looked up from his computer to see Jess leaning in the doorway eating one of the leftover cookies she baked from the night before. A huge success at the reunion earlier, by the way.

"Nope, just checking my email," Sam lied.

Jess finished her cookie and walked over to the bed. She crawled on top of Sam and started kissing him. While Sam was caught in her lips tasting like chocolate chips, Jess slyly closed his computer and pushed it to the other side of the bed.

"Wait, wait, wait," Sam said pulling away. "No."

"Why not?" Jess whined adorably.

"Jess, I am not hooking up with you in your parents' guesthouse!"

"Afraid we'll get caught?" Jess teased, still sitting on top of him.

"I'm more afraid of your father shoving a golf club up me tomorrow."

Jess laughed at his comment.

"Why are you so concerned that Daddy has it out for you?"

"The man makes me call him Mr. Moore!"

"He's joking."

"Doesn't feel like he's joking," Sam mumbled. Jess leaned down to kiss him again. She did a little thing she knew he liked and Sam relaxed and kissed her back. He flipped her over and took his shirt off. Right before he helped Jess with hers, he heard something.

"Wait a minute," he said, sitting up and looking back towards the bedroom door.

"What now?" Jess groaned, starting to get impatient with him.

"Do you seriously not hear that?" he asked. It sounded like water was running.

Jess listened for a second. "No, what?"

As soon as she asked that, the toilet flushed by itself. Sam climbed off the bed and walked down the hallway. Jess wasn't too far behind him. Sam turned the bathroom light on and they found the faucet running and the toilet bowl refilling.

"What the fuck was that?"

"Maybe Charles had to use the bathroom," Jess joked playfully.

"Why would Charles turn the faucet on and then flush the toilet?" Sam asked, humoring her.

"Maybe he's pee shy?"

Sam wasn't buying it. He still felt uneasy about the whole thing, even if Jess was chalking it all up as some sort of game.

"Sam?" Jess asked, noticing how serious he was acting. "Hey, are you okay?"

Sam didn't answer her. Jess put her hands on his face and turned him to look at her.

"Look, it's an old house with old pipes. I'll stop making jokes if it's really scaring you."

Sam scoffed. "I am not scared."

Jess kissed his cheek and went back to the bedroom. Sam stayed back to look over the bathroom again before following her for the night. It may not have been the typical hauntings he was used to, but something was definitely going on.

Sam woke up in the middle of the night and rolled over. The alarm clock next to his bed read 4:00 am. After carefully getting out of bed to not disturb Jess, he made his way down the hallway to the bathroom, not even bothering to turn on the light. As he stood there, he chuckled to himself as he remembered Jess' comment earlier about the ghost being pee shy.

He finished but as he was coming out of the bathroom, he ran into a person.

"Sorry," he mumbled, stepping to the side, thinking it was Jess who also woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom.

Miraculously still half asleep and rubbing his eyes, he threw himself back on the bed... where he happened to find Jess asleep.

Sam jumped up immediately. There wasn't really anything in the bedroom for Sam to use as self-defense, so he made sure to go back out of the room slowly and quietly. He made his way back to the bathroom and the other bedroom but didn't find anything. Praying he was just imagining things, he braced himself to go out to the kitchen and look around. Once he felt safe and that he properly looked around, he relaxed and laughed at himself for acting so silly.

"Sam?" Jess called. She came into the kitchen and flipped on the light. "What's going on?"

"It's nothing," he said, still laughing. "I thought someone was in the house."

"What?"

"I got up to go the bathroom and convinced myself I ran into a person in the hallway. No big."

"Maybe one of my parents came over."

"At four o'clock in the morning?"

"You got a better explanation?"

"Maybe it's your ghost boyfriend," Sam teased, but really, he was cautiously pressing her for more information. Jess scoffed, rolled her eyes, and turned around to go back to bed. Sam did another quick look over the room.

That day was the final day of the reunion. All the women were planning on going to brunch and shopping. All the men were preparing for a round of golf at the country club the Moore's belonged to.

That's where Sam was now. Standing on hole one with all of Jess' male family members. They split up into groups, leaving Sam with Jess' father, uncle, and teenage cousin.

"You golf, Sam?" Mr. Moore asked.

"Can't say I do, sir," Sam answered honestly.

"Me neither," the cousin quipped. "It's for old people!"

"And what would you rather be doing, Blake?"

"Sleeping in."

Sam started coughing to keep from bursting out laughing. Their tee time was 8:00 am on that Sunday. Sam had to guess this kid was around 17 and everything about him reminded him of Dean for some reason.

Mr. Moore gave them both clubs and demonstrated for them how to hit the ball. Safe to say, it did not at all go well. Blake was alright, but his ball went to the side instead of going straight. Sam's at least went straight... and then stopped fifteen feet in front of them.

"Good thing we got stuck with them," Jess' uncle said, "they do better than we do."

After a very entertaining round of golf, the men all gathered for a beer and went on their way. Sam got a ride back with Mr. Moore to the house.

"May I ask you something?"

"No, you may not marry my daughter."

"That wasn't what I was going to ask, sir."

"Oh?" Mr. Moore said, looking over at Sam. "Then what's your question?"

"You know anything about the previous owner of your house?"

"Like what?" Mr. Moore asked, completely perplexed.

"Like did anyone die in the house?"

Mr. Moore hung his head.

"Jessica told you about her ghost didn't she?"

"You know about it?"

"Of course I know about it! For years, I was it!"

Sam looked at the man bewildered.

"Yeah, the girls would have sleepovers," he continued explaining, "and I would rig small pranks around the house to convince them the ghost was real."

"So there's no truth to the ghost is there?"

"There's no ghost. For kicks, I got them a ouija board. Things aren't real anyway and they don't actually work. That seemed to put it at ease. Once they were teenagers, I weaned back on the pranks and they seemed to forget about the whole thing. Hell, I can't even remember what pranks I did."

Sam had no idea how to react. Perhaps there wasn't a ghost after all and it was his imagination. Or some probably leftover pranks.

"I hope you come back next year Sam," Mr. Moore said suddenly. "I actually like you."

"Thank you sir. I hope to come back next year too."

"You still can't marry my daughter though," Mr. Moore said, this time more playfully. He even smiled at Sam.

This would become a conversation Sam would look back on for years to come. Especially since he never did get the chance to go back again the following year.

Jess danced around the house packing their belongings. The weekend was over and Sam and Jess had to make their way back to Palo Alto that night for classes the next day.

"Hey!" she sang when Sam walked in through the door. "You're home late. Guess you suck at golf huh?"

"Oh yeah," Sam laughed. "But your dad and I decided to get you and your mom these."

He held up a small bouquet of roses.

"What is this?" Jess squealed, blushing.

"I know you think they're cheesy."

"I think you're cheesy," she said, reaching up to kiss him. "Thank you."

"Thank you for letting me come this weekend."

Jess took the flowers from Sam and ran to the kitchen to put them in a vase. Sam finished helping her pack and load up the car for their drive back. After saying goodbye to her parents, Jess waited in the passenger seat while Sam went back inside the guest house to use the bathroom.

He closed the door and pulled out a small thing of sage he swiped from the flower shop earlier that day, lighting it.

"Alright Charles... if that's even your real name... let's do this."

Sam began slowly moving around the small bathroom waving the burning sage around.

"I couldn't find anything about you that told me you were real... so I don't know for sure if you are even legit... but I'm hoping this is the next best thing."

Sam went out of the bathroom and started walking up and down the hallway and two bedrooms.

"You don't have to stay here Charles... if you're real, you can go... even if you like it, you'll like the light even more hopefully."

While carefully saging the rest of the house, Sam began to mumble some chants he knows will help someone pass over. Ending back in the bathroom, where Sam decided was the main source of the haunting, Sam blew out as much of the sage as possible so it would stop smoking. He made his way back outside to the car, throwing the remains of the sage in the bark in the flowerbed.

"You okay?" Jess asked as Sam climbed in the driver side of the car.

"I'm great," he said, smiling at her. He started the car and Jess immediately started playing with the radio.

The End

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