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them from the door when Dad came home.
     
    “New friends already?” Dad asked as he carried a box of newspaper wrapped treasures past me.
     
    “Yeah.” I answered as I watched them turn at the corner while holding the door open for him.
     
    “So how bad was it?” Dad asked as he stepped past me and into the house.
     
    I smiled and followed him inside, “Actually, it wasn’t half bad.”
     
    I filled him in on my day and then admired his antiques as he unwrapped them one by one. He was still unpacking when I excused myself to go to bed. It was nice to see him so happy and pleased with himself. Maybe this move would be good for us.
     
    I lay in bed, looking around my room. I wondered again how long it would be before this room really felt like mine. The only thing that was familiar was the scent of vanilla bean left over from the candles.
     
    It was well after midnight when I awoke. Someone was in the room with me. I didn’t know what it was at first that tipped me off, but I was certain that I was not alone.
     
    I sat up in bed and listened. Someone was very close in the dark room, close enough to set off my intuition, but far enough away to be able to hide in the shadows.
     
    Out of the corner of my eye I spotted movement. I froze, moving only my eyes to see a man standing in the dark corner across from the bed.
     
    He was young, in his early twenties, just standing there staring at me. His blue eyes were almost glowing in the dim light.
     
    As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could make out a tousle of bronze hair and his plain button down shirt and some sort of vest. Even as I turned my head toward him, he refused to move. It was as if he had no fear of me screaming and him being discovered.
     
    He kept staring at me. His stance was nonthreatening and his expression was a strange mix of sadness and something else I couldn’t name. Why was he just standing there?
     
    “Who are you?” I demanded, surprising myself in that I didn’t feel the need to scream. “What do you want?”
     
    The man said nothing, but continued to stare at me with those intense blue eyes.
     
    I opened my mouth to speak and then it happened. There was a shift in the air, like that weird feeling of intense gravity before a storm, and then he was gone.
     
    It was so strange. He was right there and then he just wasn’t. He just faded away and I was left staring at a frightenly empty corner.
     
    Without thinking, I got out of bed and went over to the corner. No one was there, but the air was frigid and cold.
     
    I was afraid then, so afraid that my teeth began to chatter. I didn’t understand what just happened. I bit my lip to keep from screaming, the last thing I wanted to do was scare Dad, but part of me wished I was still small enough to scream and have him come running.
     
    I settled for returning to my own bed. I lay in the dark and watched that vacant corner, trying to convince myself that I imagined the whole thing.
     
    When sleep did return, it was filled with dreams of clear blue eyes staring at me from the darkness.
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 3
     
     
     
    The alarm woke me to what, for all appearances, was a normal morning. I switched on my lamp and looked around the room, more than a little confused. I half expected the room to be in complete disarray, but nothing was out of order.
     
    I stared into the corner where he appeared, trying to recall every detail. The more I tried to remember, the more questions I had. What was it that woke me last night? Was it the intensity of his gaze? Who and what was he to show up in my room like that? Was he really some restless spirit we called back from hell or was he just a figment of my imagination?
     
    The memory of the eerie glow of his eyes staring out at me from that dark corner sent a shiver up my spine. It just couldn’t be real. One minute he was there, and the next he was gone. Things like that just didn’t happen.
     
    In the light of the morning, the