Note: just for a fun fact, my dorm room; we think it is haunted because my friends radio goes off randomly and the sink turns on for no reason…kind funny to me! Alright…on with the show….

"I'm leaving!" Elliot Davis called to his wife from the door way, "I will be back in an hour or so,"

"Wait!" Evette called back, "Won't it take you more than an hour to get the Richardson's?"

Elliot stopped in the doorway confused, "I am not going to the Richardson's farm until tomorrow, I am going up the road to the estate to give Beaumont the name of the contractor I know,"

"Darling," Evette came down the stairs to stand by her husband, "You promised the Richardson's you would go and look at their horse today; they have been waiting for two weeks for you to come and you finally said you would come today,"

"I can go to the estate Father, if you tell me what to say," Jaimie Davis bound down the stairs, happy for an excuse to go to the strange house,

Elliot looked at his daughter; he had always thought she had a dangerous fixation with the old estate, what with all the stories of ghosts in the rooms, and he could not really blame the child. She had no other brothers or sisters and any form of entertainment was welcomed by her.

However that was not the only problem Elliot had with her wanting to go to the estate; he did not know much about Erik Beaumont except that he was alone in the house with no family. Elliot did know something about lonely men, and he was not sure he wanted to send his seventeen year old daughter to see one alone.

"Come Father, I can go," Jaimie stated, smiling,

"Alright," Elliot still had his concerns, but he did not really get the feeling that Erik Beaumont would do anything to his daughter, "Here, give him this," and Elliot handed his daughter a piece of paper upon which a name and address were written.

Jaimie Davis walked quickly up the road. It was a clear summer day and she was glad to have something to do. As much as she would have liked it otherwise, her life was quite dull. She lived on a farm with her parents and spent most of her time on chores but she dreamed of something else. Jaimie wanted to move to Paris and do something exciting; she had daydreams of being a rich lady with a grand manor to tend to; or traveling the world with her husband.

As she walked down the road to the old estate and the lines of shrubs came into view; she imagined she was walking to her own house, and that it was a grand mansion with her own family.

Erik saw her approaching from the road,

"Damn," he cursed as her form passed under the tall shrubs; he was not wild about the visits members of the Davis family paid him. He was still quite unused to the idea of people coming and speaking to him. The girl was the most unsettling, Erik thought. She had constant questions, and always asked about the ghost in the room. Erik felt rather like the ghost was something personal he had, something of his own, and he wanted to keep the ghost that way.

"Hello! Monsieur Beaumont!" Jaimie called from the front door,

"Damn," Erik muttered again, and he came to the door,

"You can call me Erik," He said, opening the door and stepping aside to let her in; he was still uncomfortable about his last name. He had picked both of his names, but he was more comfortable with just Erik.

Jaimie blushed slightly at these words and was glad that her back was turned away from Monsieur Beaumont. She would have liked to call him Erik, but for some reason the very idea made her color. There was something about him which she felt always kept her off balance around him.

Erik waited by the door; expecting her to state her business and then leave. Sighing suddenly he realized he had made a mistake again; she had come to his house and he needed to be a proper host and lead her to the living room and sit down, like normal people did.

Jaimie followed him to the living room, now slightly less dusty due to the fact that someone had actually been living there for more than a day.

"Well?" Erik asked, and he knew he was being to blunt,

"Oh!" Jaimie had been so entranced for a moment she had forgotten what she was doing there, "My father wanted me to give you this," and she handed Erik the slip of paper, "To help you with the house," Jaimie explained,

Erik looked down at the paper which read, Andre Calvin, and underneath was written a Paris address, "Thank your father for me," He said, and an awkward silence followed. Erik did not know what else to say to the girl,

"How is your leg feeling?" Jaimie asked quite politely, eager to break the quiet of the house,

"Fine," He said simply, and then upon further consideration he added, "Thank you,"

"Have you been getting around the house alright?" she spoke quite innocently and sweetly,

"Yes, just fine," Erik shifted uncomfortably and twisted the piece of paper in his hands,

"And what about the ghost?" Jaimie finally blurted out the question she had been dying to ask

"I knew that was what you were thinking about," Erik shook his head at the fascination the girl had with the haunting of his house, and then he realized it was a fascination he shared, "I am sorry to report that I know nothing about it,"

"But you do see it, don't you?" Jaimie pressed, "There is a ghost in this house, isn't there?"

Erik hesitated, "Well…yes I believe there is, but don't tell your parents that I said that; they already think I am mad with out knowing I think there is a ghost in my house,"

"They don't think you are mad," Jaimie assured him, "They just think you are lonely," Jaimie never was one for tact,

Erik sighed, "They are quite right," he muttered,

"Pardon?" Jaimie asked,

"Never mind," Erik muttered distractedly,

"So where is this ghost?" Jaimie asked; she would not give up this chance to gain knowledge about a mystery which had intrigued her for years,

Erik hesitated again; he was not sure if he wanted to share, or if she was even really interested, but he supposed he should speak,

"In the room with the piano," he finally admitted,

"May I see it?" Jaimie asked enthusiastically,

Erik sighed, "I suppose," he stood, "Follow me," and he led her to the room,

There was nothing spectacular about the music room; when one entered it by all appearances it was completely normal. Jaimie was a bit disappointed as Erik opened the door and they stepped into the room. She had been expecting cobwebs and shadows and mysterious objects, not bright sunlight and one piano.

Erik noted the slightly crestfallen look on the girls face, "Just wait a moment," he advised her, "Just stand here a moment before you look to disappointed,"

Jaimie nodded and stood still in the room, listening to the silence around her; and suddenly she realized how oppressive the quite of the house was, and how thick the air around her hung. And there was something else, some feeling, as though there was some energy in the room she could not quite place. It gave her goose bumps, and she felt paralyzed, not wanting to move for fear of disturbing the quiet in the room.

The only other pieces of furniture in the room were a series of shelves lining on wall, and at that moment, as Erik and Jaimie stood in the room, one of these shelves fell to the ground with a loud bang.

Jaimie jumped out of fear and crashed into Erik's arms. Jaimie blushed again when she realized what she had done and she quickly disengaged herself from his stiff embrace.

Erik gladly let her go. He was not comfortable with physical contact of any kind, and he had hardly known how to react when she tumbled into him,

"I…I wonder how that happened," Jaimie said awkwardly, referring to the falling shelf, "Do you think it was the ghost?"

"I do not," though he had every suspicion that it was, "I think this is just an old house," Erik thought the girl was excited enough with out encouraging her further,

Jaimie left soon thereafter, not really wanting to but unable to think of any legitimate reason to stay. It mad her sad, because she was a caring and sweet girl, to leave Erik all alone in the grand decaying estate. She knew he never had any visitors and no family to speak of, and she wondered why he chose to be so reclusive.

Erik, on the other hand, was glad to see Jaimie go. Well, he thought, glad was not quite the right word; he felt relieved she was gone. He knew he should try to be more sociable, but the habit of living all alone with no one to talk to seemed hard to break.

There was no way around it, he hated the public eye. He hated the way he thought everyone thought about him as a freak and a menace. Most of all he hated the shame that came with knowing that he had though someone finally loved him, and he had been so wrong.

He tried to push these thoughts away as night fell and concentrate on the ghost. He had still never seen it and he was determined to. And he had a plan.

That night, Erik seated himself at the piano. When the sky was pitch black, Erik began to play the tune he heard from outside the door every night. At first, nothing happened, but as the song progressed, the candle suddenly burst to life and Erik felt excitement in the pit of his stomach such as he had not felt in a lone time.

And then he saw it; her actually. The light and mist Erik usually saw in the room took form as he played. Erik gasped as he watched the unbelievable sight before his eyes. A young woman, with a beautiful face and flowing black hair twirled around the music room. Erik stared at her but he did not stop playing. The figure seemed to glow slightly in the flickering candle light of the room. Erik could see right through he but she was there just the same. And she was practicing ballet.

The ghostly figure never gave any indication that she noticed Erik's presence, but he played for her all night just the same.