Just want to say a big thank you to x-Silly-Caitlin-x for giving me the ghostly idea definitely gave the story a bit of a different twist – I was going to have Sofia as Bella's subconscious but a ghost is much better to write about!!!

Disclaimer: Don't own anything twilight related I am afraid!!

The house of the flying books:

Mum had come with us today to the house, she and my brothers were going to move some of the period furniture around as well as add to the collection whilst I continued to move the boxes from the rooms into the attic – the very last place I want to go right now.

My mind did keep wandering back to the letters and the person who had written them but I refused to let my thoughts linger, after all these letters are the reason for my ghostly encounters - if I had to put a name to it. I had cleared most of the bedrooms, avoiding one in particular but I sighed as the inevitable occurred – I had to empty Edwards's room, well what my mind had dreamt up as Edwards's room. I heaved a box up into the attic and was confronted by the chest, I swear that wasn't there a minute ago I thought to my self. I couldn't help it I peaked inside, I just felt the need to read more about Edward, I picked up one of his journals but just as I was about to open the cover I decided against it. What are you trying to do huh not sleep ever again? Because that is exactly what is going to happen to you, if you start reading this stuff again. Now feeling angry at the chest I marched back down to the bedroom. As I bent down to lift another box I heard a dull thud, I stood immediately to investigate the noise.

"No freaking way" I all but screamed at the room. For there in the middle of the room was the journal I had just picked up. "Oh you two are so going to get it" I mumbled as I crossed towards the door but in my eye line i caught a glimpse of the truck outside and sure enough there was my two brothers looking far too innocent to have just pulled a prank on me – even they aren't that good.

I picked up the book and put it on one of the numerous shelves within the room, I turned to go back to my box when the book literally came flying off the shelf and landed back exactly where it had appeared in the first place, only now the book was open. I walked towards it unsure of what my next move was, the air began to shimmer slightly almost like the feeling when you get an injection at the doctors and everything feels like cotton wool.

And there as if by magic stood Sofia again. "Ok this is getting ridiculous now, your obviously my subconscious or something so what the hell do you want? So I can go back to being normal again" for a brief moment I thought what if this is a ghost and I'm shouting at it? The thought seemed illogical so I dismissed it at once.

She stood there her eyes beseeching me again murmuring "There's not much time, you have to hurry, he needs to be helped, please I beg you"

"But why me? What did I do to make you haunt my ass huh?" I admit my bravado was waning fast the terror was coming over me, I now did think I was being stalked by a ghost,

Sofia stood there her arms out towards me "You opened the trunk , do you know how many people have opened that trunk in this lifetime, you are the only one who has been able to summon me it means you are the one Bella"

"I don't understand you died hundreds of years ago he's not even alive any more do you even know what year this is? Oh god I'm talking to a stupid ghost I have gone insane haven't I" the world began to feel faint as I looked at the desperate ghost in front of me.

"Just please look at the journals please there isn't much time" she paused and seemed to be looking over my shoulder, I resisted the urge to look also I had a feeling I wouldn't like what I saw. "Oh no they're here – remember read the journals be prepared please" and just as quickly as she had appeared she was gone. The air whipped around my face, I felt so very cold.

What was I supposed to do? I sat on the attic stairs chewing on my lip for a long time evaluating what had actually happened and what my options were. I groaned as I went back up the stairs and grabbed the entire trunk, making my way to the front door. I only stopped once and that was to pick up the flying book from earlier. I snuck to my car and put the trunk in the boot, I would wait until later to look at my stolen possessions.