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What They Didn't See..Part 2; Ch. 1

(1990)

"You'll find everything in this house to your liking, Mr. Allen." An elderly man, named Edger, said leading my dad and I around the old Evan Household. This house was like really, really creepy...and I can't believe dad is buying it for us to live in.

"What do you think, Spirit?" Dad suddenly asked me, getting me out of my thoughts.

'Spirit'...that was a nickname him and mom had always called him ever since I was a little girl. My real name is Aiden, but you'll never hear dad say 'Aiden' just 'Spirit'.

The reason why my parents called me that was because, since I was a very small girl I use to be able to see people who have died of sickness, death, been to jail and died there. Or they've died of insanity, and died of a broken heart or mourning over someone they thought was gone forever.

So, um, I guess that's the reason why I dawned the name 'Spirit' from both mommy and daddy. Well...they all just believed the spirits I claimed to see were just imaginary friends I made up because I didn't have much friends when I was younger due to the fact dad had to keep changing jobs every year.

Mom always believed I could see spirits. She actually was the frist to call me that. It wasn't until I was about, I say seven, when mom died and I started having visions in my sleep of things only mom could remember. Like my great-great Uncle who died in the Korren War, my great-grandmother who was a medicine women during the the 1920s. Also my great-Aunt, my grandmother's sister, who died before I was born and died when my mother was about fourteen. I also started seeing mom walking past the hallway of our old house before we moved here. Dad thought it was just pre-postal trama of getting over her death, but when he saw her favorite lamp getting thrown into the wall and heard a soft cry that sounded like my mother.

I never saw my father so pale before. It's like he finally understood that my 'imaginary' friends...weren't so imaginary after all. So..he started calling me 'Spirit' like mom.

I looked at my dad and smiled. "Um, I love it dad. It's, ah, so...historic."

And not to mention dusty...but how about I just leave that out for my dear father's sake.

"The bedrooms are upstairs if you want to pick a room." Edger said to me.

"Um...sure."

Dad hugged me before leaving with Edger down the long hallway past the staircase. I sighed and began walking up the steps.

I could also add creepy to the list of what this house is. I mean, dad likes it I'm all for it to make him happy. I'm just not getting a good feeling from it.

When I got to the top of the stairs, you'll be surprise to know that the damn top of the stairs was the same way as the bottom...it was as creepy as ever. Just longer, and one part was hidden by curtins of some kind making it seem darker than what it was suppose to be. Sighing, and hugging my arms around myself I continued on down the hallway. It didn't get any better!

Walking down the hallway, I kept looking over my shoulder to my right because it felt as if someone was walking beside me.

"Calm down, Aiden." I told myself. "Don't get ahead of yourself. You just moved here...just find a room, and go from there."

I continued walking down the hallway, feeling creeped out as ever as I went further down. I finally came to a door at the end of the hallway. Looking around, making sure nothing popped out at me I tried to turn the knob of the door. And only to find out, it's locked!

"Great," I said placing my hands on my hips. "I find a door to a room, what do I see? It's locked!"

I grabbed ahold of the knob again, and began shaking it as I pushed on the door. Maybe that'll get it to open.

This is pointless!

With one last effort, I grabbed hold of the knob one last time, twisted it as much as I could and them slammed on shoulder into it. The only bad part is, when my shoulder barely hit the door...it sounded as if it unlocked by itself and I ended up flying through the door onto the floor.

I got up and dusted myself off, looking around the room. It was a pale blue, and a bed laying neatly against the wall. I looked at the vanitey mirror that laid beside the door I stood on. On the wall behind the door as I checked, I saw a full oval sized mirror. Hmm...I might like this room already. The house and the hallway...that's going to take awhile to get use to.

"Aiden," I heard dad calling for me downstairs. "Come on, help me unload the stuff!"

"Coming dad." I quickly fixed myself up in the mirror. Hey, you'll never know when a handsome guy will ask to help out. Am I right? It's better to be prepared than deal with looking your least if a handsome man comes around. Or atleast that's what my cousin says. When I ever started listening to her, that's the biggest myster to me.

"Aiden!"

"Coming!"

As I ran out of the room, I closed the door to my new room behind me.

When my door fully closed, and I ran down the hallway to the staris to be with my father, on the oval shapped mirror on the wall. In the corner, close to the very top of it...what looked like a small hand print showed up there...then vanished.

I finally made it downstairs, me and dad began walking outside. "Found a room?"

"Yeah. It's a pretty cool one. I have a wall mirror like I've always wanted."

"Haha. Well, that's great babygirl."

"Mhm."

"Now," Dad said opening the back of the moving truck. "Down to the dirty part of moving."

"Dun..dun...duuuuunnnn!!" I said laughing. "Getting all our crap into the house!"

Dad threw one of his knicknates at me, I threw it back at him. We were like that for a few mintues before we actually started working on getting our stuff into the house.

I just wish we knew what we were getting ourselves into...

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