I have finally gotten an editor, my lovely friend Danielle.
I just write it, and she fixes all of my errors.
Anyhow, please read and review to keep me motivated.
Chapter 2
Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, the alarm began to ring out. Kaitlyn sat up and stretched her arms. She remembered that she was supposed to be meeting Randy for breakfast at a nearby diner and quickly went through her morning routine of showering. She then headed for her closet to choose her daily ensemble.
Slipping on a black knee length skirt with a fitted forest green sweater, she checked her reflection in the mirror. She was so plain compared to her rival Shaleene. Looking at her straight, shoulder length black hair, she sighed as she pulled it up into a butterfly clip, allowing a few tendrils to hang loose around her face.
Slipping on her black pumps, she couldn't get the Kriticose story out of her head. All she could think about was unveiling the mystery that laid behind the story and getting her name recognised.
She hungered for the fame that would come along with the unveiling of the Kriticose house and she wanted everyone, including 'The Tribune' to know that she was much more than their little nobody, food critic.
Grabbing her black leather purse, she headed out of her apartment to her cherry red Dodge Neon, and sat in the driver's seat, just smiling as the ideas pondered inside of her mind. _____________________________________
Dottie's Diner was a small family owned business which was located downtown. Various business men and women often frequented the diner due to it's easy location as well as the food, which was always excellent.
Making her way into the diner, Kaitlyn automatically spotted Randy seated in a cushy maroon booth in the corner, away from all of the diner's other occupants.
Randy and Kaitlyn had quite a past together, and Kaitlyn had try to shut it from her mind numerous times. Afterall, they had been older now, more mature and they were now just good friends. Nothing like their lustfilled rendezvous in high school.
He had became her side kick though, always following her along on her random adventures, with camera and camcorder on hand.
After high school he had done himself and everyone around him proud, going on to
becoming the owner of his own independent magazine as well as being one of the highest credited photographers around. "Randy!" Kaitlyn exclaimed, as a grin escaped Randy's lips as he stood up from the booth and greeted her with a friendly hug.
He hadn't changed much since high school, Kaitlyn continued to think for herself. Although he was a respected person, he still continued to be himself, not letting on that he was somewhat, famous within the multimedia industry.
Modeling a pair of faded denim blue jeans and a red wifebeater top, his atheltic figure was nothing short of attractive as his perfectly sculpted muscles and six pack stood out in imprints of the top he was wearing.
His short light brown hair was styled in spikes, leading on in many different directions on top of his head, kind of a like surfer Kaitlyn thought to herself as she continued to check him out.
"Have you ordered yet?"
Taking a seat across from her in the booth Randy shook his head.
"I was waiting for you, you do realize you're about ten minutes late."
Laughing, Kaitlyn replied. "Well, you know me. Better late than never."
Nodding, Randy continued to eye her contently. "You look really nice." Accepting the compliment Kaitlyn met his gaze and smiled, "As do you."
Breaking their soon to follow ackward silence, a petite, chunky figured, red haired waitress stood at the edge of the booth looking at the two of them.
"What can I get for you two?"
"I'll have a coffee, black."
Kaitlyn eyed Randy for a moment before finally replying with her own order.
"I'll take a coffee, heavy on the cream and an order of toast, no butter."
Scribbling down their orders with a nod, the waitress smiled politely.
"I'll be right back with your coffee and toast."
Turning his attention back on Kaitlyn, Randy casually ran his masculine hands through his hair before getting to the point.
"So, what are we doing with the Kriticose story?"
Kaitlyn sighed, "Well, I figured we'd go to the location and snub around, see what we can find that may help us figure out what really happened."
"I've done some snooping about Cyrus Kriticose in the past. He was not a pleasant person and definitely not a friend to any."
"What do you expect from a self absorbed millionaire though?"
Nodding at Kaitlyn's comment Randy added, "True."
"Anyhow, I figured since I have a few sick days to rid myself of, I'd take them and we can leave, tonight after we get our regular duties out of the way."
"Sounds like a well thought plan."
Laughing Kaitlyn obliged, "Not well thought at all, I must admit all I'm seeing is my name in lights right now."
"You're not the first journalist to try to uncover the story of the Kriticose house."
"I well figured that, it's a top story, a front page. I'm sure people are knocking what's left of the door down just to get in to uncover something."
Nodding Randy added matter of factly, "They all got to see the house, or the heap that is left but none ever had the courage to go inside due to all the rumors that are spreading about."
Sitting up straight in the booth, Kaitlyn looked on at him with extreme confidence.
"Well, I am unlike the others. I will not let some foolish tales of ghosts stop me from moving my career in a better direction."
Nodding Randy replied, "And I am like the others, there's something unknown that has went down in that place. A glass house does not just explode into rubble for nothing, you know and whatever got to Kriticose, well who's to say it isn't still in the rubble waiting for someone else?"
"You buy into all those hokey rumors, there could be a reasonable explaination for everything that happened."
Randy shook his head, "Reasonable? I highly doubt it but paranormal, I would believe afterall it's not a secret that Cyrus Kriticose was a ghost hunter."
"Ghost do not hurt people, Randy. People hurt people. Cyrus probably just pissed the wrong person off."
"I don't know how you manage to get me to tag along on these little adventures but like I said, I'm in. I'm doubtful and intimidated by that house, but I'm in."
Sighing for a moment he continued.
"I wouldn't let you go there alone anyhow. You have no idea what is going to be there, possibly waiting for us inside of the remains of that house."
"I guarantee it won't be a giant horror movie setting or anything. You always let your mind and others get the best of you Randy. There is no such thing as harmful ghosts and who's to say that ghosts aren't just someone's mind actually playing tricks on them?"
"Didn't you hear me? Hello? I said I was in. Now will you stop talking about ghosts."
Laughing Kaitlyn added, "Why, is Randy scared of ghosts?"
"Not scared, I just prefer being around the living, that's all."
"From most of the living that I've encountered lately, it would probably be easier to befriend a ghost."
Shaking his head, Randy smiled still unsure and still feeling ackward with the whole idea of them heading to Kriticose house, after all the stories and rumors as unrealistic as they did in fact sound, something bad had to have happened there or it wouldn't be such a big story to get to first.
He just hoped someone would uncover it before they did, because he couldn't admit it to Kaitlyn due to his own pride, but he was indeed scared and hopeful that when they actually were to come in contact with the house, that he wouldn't let his nerves get the best of him and run off leaving Kaitlyn to fend for herself.
I just write it, and she fixes all of my errors.
Anyhow, please read and review to keep me motivated.
Chapter 2
Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, the alarm began to ring out. Kaitlyn sat up and stretched her arms. She remembered that she was supposed to be meeting Randy for breakfast at a nearby diner and quickly went through her morning routine of showering. She then headed for her closet to choose her daily ensemble.
Slipping on a black knee length skirt with a fitted forest green sweater, she checked her reflection in the mirror. She was so plain compared to her rival Shaleene. Looking at her straight, shoulder length black hair, she sighed as she pulled it up into a butterfly clip, allowing a few tendrils to hang loose around her face.
Slipping on her black pumps, she couldn't get the Kriticose story out of her head. All she could think about was unveiling the mystery that laid behind the story and getting her name recognised.
She hungered for the fame that would come along with the unveiling of the Kriticose house and she wanted everyone, including 'The Tribune' to know that she was much more than their little nobody, food critic.
Grabbing her black leather purse, she headed out of her apartment to her cherry red Dodge Neon, and sat in the driver's seat, just smiling as the ideas pondered inside of her mind. _____________________________________
Dottie's Diner was a small family owned business which was located downtown. Various business men and women often frequented the diner due to it's easy location as well as the food, which was always excellent.
Making her way into the diner, Kaitlyn automatically spotted Randy seated in a cushy maroon booth in the corner, away from all of the diner's other occupants.
Randy and Kaitlyn had quite a past together, and Kaitlyn had try to shut it from her mind numerous times. Afterall, they had been older now, more mature and they were now just good friends. Nothing like their lustfilled rendezvous in high school.
He had became her side kick though, always following her along on her random adventures, with camera and camcorder on hand.
After high school he had done himself and everyone around him proud, going on to
becoming the owner of his own independent magazine as well as being one of the highest credited photographers around. "Randy!" Kaitlyn exclaimed, as a grin escaped Randy's lips as he stood up from the booth and greeted her with a friendly hug.
He hadn't changed much since high school, Kaitlyn continued to think for herself. Although he was a respected person, he still continued to be himself, not letting on that he was somewhat, famous within the multimedia industry.
Modeling a pair of faded denim blue jeans and a red wifebeater top, his atheltic figure was nothing short of attractive as his perfectly sculpted muscles and six pack stood out in imprints of the top he was wearing.
His short light brown hair was styled in spikes, leading on in many different directions on top of his head, kind of a like surfer Kaitlyn thought to herself as she continued to check him out.
"Have you ordered yet?"
Taking a seat across from her in the booth Randy shook his head.
"I was waiting for you, you do realize you're about ten minutes late."
Laughing, Kaitlyn replied. "Well, you know me. Better late than never."
Nodding, Randy continued to eye her contently. "You look really nice." Accepting the compliment Kaitlyn met his gaze and smiled, "As do you."
Breaking their soon to follow ackward silence, a petite, chunky figured, red haired waitress stood at the edge of the booth looking at the two of them.
"What can I get for you two?"
"I'll have a coffee, black."
Kaitlyn eyed Randy for a moment before finally replying with her own order.
"I'll take a coffee, heavy on the cream and an order of toast, no butter."
Scribbling down their orders with a nod, the waitress smiled politely.
"I'll be right back with your coffee and toast."
Turning his attention back on Kaitlyn, Randy casually ran his masculine hands through his hair before getting to the point.
"So, what are we doing with the Kriticose story?"
Kaitlyn sighed, "Well, I figured we'd go to the location and snub around, see what we can find that may help us figure out what really happened."
"I've done some snooping about Cyrus Kriticose in the past. He was not a pleasant person and definitely not a friend to any."
"What do you expect from a self absorbed millionaire though?"
Nodding at Kaitlyn's comment Randy added, "True."
"Anyhow, I figured since I have a few sick days to rid myself of, I'd take them and we can leave, tonight after we get our regular duties out of the way."
"Sounds like a well thought plan."
Laughing Kaitlyn obliged, "Not well thought at all, I must admit all I'm seeing is my name in lights right now."
"You're not the first journalist to try to uncover the story of the Kriticose house."
"I well figured that, it's a top story, a front page. I'm sure people are knocking what's left of the door down just to get in to uncover something."
Nodding Randy added matter of factly, "They all got to see the house, or the heap that is left but none ever had the courage to go inside due to all the rumors that are spreading about."
Sitting up straight in the booth, Kaitlyn looked on at him with extreme confidence.
"Well, I am unlike the others. I will not let some foolish tales of ghosts stop me from moving my career in a better direction."
Nodding Randy replied, "And I am like the others, there's something unknown that has went down in that place. A glass house does not just explode into rubble for nothing, you know and whatever got to Kriticose, well who's to say it isn't still in the rubble waiting for someone else?"
"You buy into all those hokey rumors, there could be a reasonable explaination for everything that happened."
Randy shook his head, "Reasonable? I highly doubt it but paranormal, I would believe afterall it's not a secret that Cyrus Kriticose was a ghost hunter."
"Ghost do not hurt people, Randy. People hurt people. Cyrus probably just pissed the wrong person off."
"I don't know how you manage to get me to tag along on these little adventures but like I said, I'm in. I'm doubtful and intimidated by that house, but I'm in."
Sighing for a moment he continued.
"I wouldn't let you go there alone anyhow. You have no idea what is going to be there, possibly waiting for us inside of the remains of that house."
"I guarantee it won't be a giant horror movie setting or anything. You always let your mind and others get the best of you Randy. There is no such thing as harmful ghosts and who's to say that ghosts aren't just someone's mind actually playing tricks on them?"
"Didn't you hear me? Hello? I said I was in. Now will you stop talking about ghosts."
Laughing Kaitlyn added, "Why, is Randy scared of ghosts?"
"Not scared, I just prefer being around the living, that's all."
"From most of the living that I've encountered lately, it would probably be easier to befriend a ghost."
Shaking his head, Randy smiled still unsure and still feeling ackward with the whole idea of them heading to Kriticose house, after all the stories and rumors as unrealistic as they did in fact sound, something bad had to have happened there or it wouldn't be such a big story to get to first.
He just hoped someone would uncover it before they did, because he couldn't admit it to Kaitlyn due to his own pride, but he was indeed scared and hopeful that when they actually were to come in contact with the house, that he wouldn't let his nerves get the best of him and run off leaving Kaitlyn to fend for herself.