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shaking, causing the flames to
waiver.
    “If there is a spirit in here, we are not
scared of you,” Keegan loudly proclaimed. She hoped she sounded
braver than she felt.
    The door they had just come through open and
shut quickly. Anna let out a scream, her flames disappearing from
the loss of concentration, and Lauren grabbed Keegan’s arm with a
death grip.
    Keegan jumped then said quietly, “Ok, maybe
we are a little scared.”
    “Please, let us go. We were just having fun.
We didn’t mean to disturb you.” Anna sunk down on the ground and
circled her arms around her knees. “We’re sorry your husband killed
you. My mother is a spirit walker. I’m sorry you have not been able
to move to the other side.”
    A beautiful woman materialized in front of
the window. Her long black hair and wan skin shone in the pale
light of the moon shining through the window.
    As she floated slowly towards the girls,
they involuntarily moved backwards. “What do you know about me?”
Her voice sounded musical to Keegan’s ears. How could something so
scary be so beautiful?
    “We have heard rumors that a woman was
killed by her husband in this house and her ghost still haunts
here.” Anna said meekly.
    “That is all?” She sighed and looked up at
the chandelier.
    “Although, no one really believes the story.
They think it was made up.” Anna’s voice sounded a little more sure
this time.
    “Your mother is a spirit walker?” The spirit
asked, a hint of curiosity in her voice.
    “Yes. She helps spirits crossover after
death.” Anna smiled slightly, thinking of her mother.
    “Do you think she could help me?” The spirit
floated closer to the girls.
    “How could she help you?” Anna scratched her
head and stared at the spirit.
    “She could take me through to the other
side. I have been stuck in this house for over fifty years. The new
owners are boring. It’s not even fun to scare them anymore. I swear
if I have to spend one more day around those bratty kids…”
    “Why didn’t you go after you died? What made
you want to stay in this world?” Lauren wondered aloud.
    Her jaw hardened and her fists clenched
tightly at her sides. “I wanted to see if my husband paid for what
he did to me.”
    “Did he?” Keegan asked curiously.
    “No, the bastard got off scot-free. They
wrote my death off as a suicide. I haunted him until he eventually
died of old age. After that, I could no longer cross over. I think
I might have missed my chance. It makes me so angry to think he was
able to cross over and I am stuck here.”
    Lauren looked up. “You can’t leave this
house?”
    “No, I died here and this is where I have to
stay, since I refused to go when my spirit walker came for me at my
death. I have regretted it for years.”
    “I’m going to call my mom, if that’s ok?”
Anna opened her phone and stared at the woman.
    The woman nodded her head and Anna called
her mother and explained the situation. Anna closed her phone and
said, “She is on her way over.”
    “Why didn’t we use our cell phones to begin
with?” Lauren groaned.
    “Because we were too scared to think
straight.” Keegan laughed.
    “This is so cool.” Lauren clasped her hands
together and grinned.
    “You didn’t think it was so cool a few
minutes ago when you were about to cry.” Keegan nudged her.
    “Yeah, yeah, I admit it. I was terrified.”
Lauren smiled sheepishly.
    “Well, fairies aren’t exactly known for
their bravery.” Keegan smirked.
    “Hey, that is not true. I didn’t see you
tapping into your elfin powers. I think we were all too scared to
think straight.”
    “Why did your husband kill you?” Anna
asked.
    “He thought I was cheating on him with his
brother.”
    “Were you?” They all said in unison.
    “Of course not. He was just a crazy
fool.”
    Just then Anna’s mother, Jennifer, breezed
through the closed door. “Wow, Anna, your mom is awesome.” Lauren
clapped her hands together smiling. “It’s so cool to see

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