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Authors: Anabell Martin
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house was haunted. As a matter of fact, she was downright embarrassed to even think it, no matter how much she knew it to be true.
It made sense, really. It was an old house, a house that was built before the Civil War. It was bound to have a colorful history… and at least one resident that didn’t want to leave.
As the days went on, Lindsey became more accustomed to the spirit’s spooky antics. It seemed fairly harmless – it never touched or hurt her. But it was certainly capable of scaring the crap out of her. It seemed to like startling her, but not her mother. Thus far, nothing out of the ordinary happened around Aimee. But with Lindsey, odd things happened more often than not. She got to the point where she didn’t flinch so much anymore when something paranormal happened. She even gave it a nickname to ease the eeriness of it all.
“Fred, cut it out!” she would say when the lights flickered or the TV turned off, or the covers were pulled off her feet. It seemed to work, too. It seemed like the ghost just wanted to be acknowledged.
“Maybe it’s his way of saying hello,” Maddie said one day when Lindsey was ranting about not being able to find her car keys. “Maybe Fred is flirting with you, you know, like Patrick Swayze in ‘Ghost.’ Maybe Fred is in looooove with you!” she teased.
“That is so not funny,” Lindsey warned, not in the mood for such teasing. She knew that Maddie, just like her mother, did not believe her. “Now I’ve got to use the spare set and hope that I find mine when I get home.”
It was thoroughly irritating that the freaking ghost never made its presence known to her mother or friends. Lindsey complained to her mom a couple of times, but she would just shake her head and blame the sounds on the house being ‘old’ and ‘settling’ at night. She blamed the missing items on Lindsey’s forgetfulness.
“You’re just overreacting, honey,” she said one afternoon. “This is a new town. Hell, it’s a new state. And you miss Gramma. Her death has to have you thinking about the afterlife. And this house, God it’s so big and old – it’s going to make noises that you’re not used to and those noises are going to echo. Add all that together … and well, it’s a lot for a person to absorb. You’ll get used to it soon enough and everything will be OK. You’ll see.”
As the month of June drew to an end, the town started gearing up not for Fourth of July celebrations but for a possible hurricane. The thought of being caught in such a storm scared Lindsey more now than her little friend who liked to visit when her mom was gone. This ghost could scare her pants off, but it couldn’t blow her house away like a storm could.
“Hurricane Felicity was downgraded to a category one storm as she passed over the Bahamas yesterday morning,” the weatherman on the ‘News Now on the 9!’ news announced one evening. “She’s cruising along the east coast of Florida right now and is rapidly losing steam. Our storm projections show a much weaker Felicity moving into the Palmetto state later tomorrow.” He moved back so that an animated map with a whirling white mass could be seen fully on the screen. He moved his hands around over their part of the state on the map.
“We should start seeing clouds moving in early tomorrow morning. We project that Felicity will be downgraded to a tropical storm by the time she reaches us tomorrow evening.”
He droned on in the background as Lindsey flipped through a magazine. He encouraged viewers to “head on over to the Piggly Wiggly to get your Storm Tracker and track this year’s storms with us!” before smiling toothily at the camera and saluting the viewers.
A female anchor’s voice thanked him “for that thorough forecast.”
“Keep your TV here for constant weather updates. Up next we will –” started a third male voice, but he didn’t finish the sentence.
It took a moment before Lindsey noticed that the
It made sense, really. It was an old house, a house that was built before the Civil War. It was bound to have a colorful history… and at least one resident that didn’t want to leave.
As the days went on, Lindsey became more accustomed to the spirit’s spooky antics. It seemed fairly harmless – it never touched or hurt her. But it was certainly capable of scaring the crap out of her. It seemed to like startling her, but not her mother. Thus far, nothing out of the ordinary happened around Aimee. But with Lindsey, odd things happened more often than not. She got to the point where she didn’t flinch so much anymore when something paranormal happened. She even gave it a nickname to ease the eeriness of it all.
“Fred, cut it out!” she would say when the lights flickered or the TV turned off, or the covers were pulled off her feet. It seemed to work, too. It seemed like the ghost just wanted to be acknowledged.
“Maybe it’s his way of saying hello,” Maddie said one day when Lindsey was ranting about not being able to find her car keys. “Maybe Fred is flirting with you, you know, like Patrick Swayze in ‘Ghost.’ Maybe Fred is in looooove with you!” she teased.
“That is so not funny,” Lindsey warned, not in the mood for such teasing. She knew that Maddie, just like her mother, did not believe her. “Now I’ve got to use the spare set and hope that I find mine when I get home.”
It was thoroughly irritating that the freaking ghost never made its presence known to her mother or friends. Lindsey complained to her mom a couple of times, but she would just shake her head and blame the sounds on the house being ‘old’ and ‘settling’ at night. She blamed the missing items on Lindsey’s forgetfulness.
“You’re just overreacting, honey,” she said one afternoon. “This is a new town. Hell, it’s a new state. And you miss Gramma. Her death has to have you thinking about the afterlife. And this house, God it’s so big and old – it’s going to make noises that you’re not used to and those noises are going to echo. Add all that together … and well, it’s a lot for a person to absorb. You’ll get used to it soon enough and everything will be OK. You’ll see.”
As the month of June drew to an end, the town started gearing up not for Fourth of July celebrations but for a possible hurricane. The thought of being caught in such a storm scared Lindsey more now than her little friend who liked to visit when her mom was gone. This ghost could scare her pants off, but it couldn’t blow her house away like a storm could.
“Hurricane Felicity was downgraded to a category one storm as she passed over the Bahamas yesterday morning,” the weatherman on the ‘News Now on the 9!’ news announced one evening. “She’s cruising along the east coast of Florida right now and is rapidly losing steam. Our storm projections show a much weaker Felicity moving into the Palmetto state later tomorrow.” He moved back so that an animated map with a whirling white mass could be seen fully on the screen. He moved his hands around over their part of the state on the map.
“We should start seeing clouds moving in early tomorrow morning. We project that Felicity will be downgraded to a tropical storm by the time she reaches us tomorrow evening.”
He droned on in the background as Lindsey flipped through a magazine. He encouraged viewers to “head on over to the Piggly Wiggly to get your Storm Tracker and track this year’s storms with us!” before smiling toothily at the camera and saluting the viewers.
A female anchor’s voice thanked him “for that thorough forecast.”
“Keep your TV here for constant weather updates. Up next we will –” started a third male voice, but he didn’t finish the sentence.
It took a moment before Lindsey noticed that the
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