Hi Readers, I am so sorry I haven't updated as often as I
Would of liked. I was busy in Alaska and traveling so
*exasperated sigh* I hope I do not disappoint.
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The day after Jonah had professed his love for me, I was forced to go out to the market. Apparently I was " too cooped up in
that house" according to my mother. Lately my mom has been trying to go all healthy, so the place we went to was organic.
While I was in the car I would see hippies and other ideal organic people. To my surprise there were no neon yellow
vans and no music festival. The people there didn't looked like they were stoned and some were actually nice to me. You
would never find that in Miami, people would probably fight you for the last squash. "Ara, could you go over and get some
tomatoes?" my mom asked. "Sure mom" I replied heading over towards the bright red fruit/vegetable. Suddenly I smacked
into a wall of flesh. I looked up and saw a guy my age with green eyes and brown hair. " I am sorry, I wasn't watching
where I was going" I apologized. He smiled and looked down at me " Don't worry about it, it was an accident. Right?". I nodded
my head and he laughed, " My name is Thomas, Thomas Alexander." he offered his hand to shake. " Ara, Ara O'Reily ." I
said shaking his enormous hand. His eyes grew a dark shade of green. " So you're the people living in the old Aikman place." He
said grimly. I was confused " Excuse me?". He shook his head, " Its really sad when you don't know the history of the place you
live in". This struck me quite odd, maybe I can find out some information on Jonah, I thought. " Can you tell me?" I asked.
"Ummm I am really not supposed to tell anyone about it" he said warily. " Oh come on please! I do live in that house, don't
you think I have a right to know?" I countered. He sighed, "Well I guess." He led me to a bench with a fountain in front of
it. " Ok about 80 years ago, your house was a morgue." He began. I nodded encouragingly, I could tell this wasn't going to
be a happy story. " Well the morguetician's name was Ramsley Aikman" I suddenly had an image in my head, it was the man
with the burnt bones, but he looked actually human." He would offer to every customer a séance. He assured them that his
adopted son, who was a medium, would do it and they would not be disappointed. Jonahs face appeared into my mind.
"What was the boys name?" I asked. He looked at me "His name was Jonah." He said with a quizzical gaze. My heart stopped
beating, and speed up into over time. I licked my lips nervously " What happened to them?". He was gazing at my chest when I
asked him, I quickly crossed my arms over my chest as he replied, " well the papers say that one night there was a séance
and it went horribly wrong. Apparently there were 6 people and they only found 5 bodies. The news described as the
bodies being burnt to the bone." He shuddered and my insides twisted into knots. Aikman had died in the horrible séance,
but what did he want with me. " What happened to the other person?" I asked. "The other person was Jonah, people thought
he set them on fire but about15, 20 years ago a family moved in and they were experiencing weird paranormal experiences. In
the basement there was two doors, and behind the doors was where the crematory was and the tables where the corpses
were prepared. In the oven they found what looked like to be ashes and a skull. They figured it was Jonah's remain so they
removed them. Later that night the house burned down and they rebuilt it. People have been afraid to live there because of
its past. So I guess you are the brave souls that now occupy that old place." He finished he story. I guess that's why Jonahappeared to be burnt, he was
cremated to death. I shuddered. "thank you for the story Thomas but I really must be going." I said. "No problem, he would you mind if I called you
sometime?" he asked. I looked at him strangely " You don't have my number….." I said. He smiled " There's always the phone book".
I nodded grabbing a few tomatoes along the way. I reached my mother " Oh there you are, I was just going to come look for
you" When we got home I ran to my room. I laid on my bed and stared at the ceiling. Why did Aikman want my soul? How did
Jonah end up in the crematory? And what was I going to do if Thomas called me? He seemed like a nice guy but he was
creepy. I groaned in frustration, "Jonah come out, please I need to talk to you." I called out. A moment later Jonah appeared, he
laid beside me and attempted to caress my face. " Is there something wrong?" he asked worriedly. I decided to ask my
question straight forward "How did you end up in the oven?". All was silent. He sighed " How did you find out?" apparently he
knew that I had discovered the secret. "A guy told me at the market about this place" I answered. "So I assume you know
what I am?" he said sadly. I turned towards him " Yeah , why didn't you tell me?" I asked. "because I didn't want you to be
freaked out." He answered grimly. I laughed out loud at this. He looked at me like I was insane. "I'm sorry. I just think its
funny that you don't want me to be freaked out when I am in love with you, my deceased love" I said giggling often. He
cracked a smile. " It was worth a shot" he shrugged. "Jonah can you please tell me you side of the story?" I asked, pleadingly.
He looked into my eyes and began his tale.