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of his invasion. Her body was weeping with
pleasure and the aroma of sex filled the air. She had a good look
at the face of her assailant as it turned to look back before it
disappeared from the room. He was young and a quite handsome man,
and the fact that her body even now was recovering from what had to
have been a very intense moment, made her feel cheated. She now
wished she’d not awoken, but of course, she had and now she knew
what had happened the night before.
     

Chapter 12
     
    Annabelle wasn’t able to fall back to sleep
and passed the time going through the rooms and down the halls, but
the apparition was gone. She decided to turn on her computer and
search for any news clippings concerning the murder that happened
here years ago. It wasn’t long until she found one. The short piece
was taken from the local newspaper and read, “Richard Granger, age
35, was found dead at his home, on the morning of October 21, 1940;
police are looking into the whereabouts of his wife,
Annabelle.”
    The article went on to say, that it was
discovered Richard had been poisoned and the police wanted the wife
for questioning.
    The other articles she found only mentioned
it in passing, there were no further developments in the later
writings. The only other comments were along the lines of, “This
was the second murder in the town’s surrounding area.” The first
occurred in a drunken brawl that got out of hand. Annabelle sat
back in her chair and thought about the events of last night. It
still sent a shiver down her spine, along with the mixed feelings
of anger and curiosity. She wondered why or even how this spirit
could do the things it did last night, and the more she thought
about it the more she wanted answers.
    In the end, Annabelle finally went up to the
fourth floor where she’d seen the figure in the window that day.
She crossed over the room to look down onto the driveway searching
for the spot where she had stood.
    The early morning sunlight was beginning to
illuminate the grounds and it was Saturday, so she was going to be
alone in the house for the rest of the weekend until the workers
returned on Monday. She felt like a fool for what she was planning
to do but she’d never been the type to put things off. She turned
away from the window and walked back to the doorway.
    “ I’m assuming that you are
Richard Granger; if you can hear me I’d very much like to
communicate with you,” she forcefully said aloud.
    The house was silent, nothing could be heard
other than the slight wind outside.
    “ If you can hear and
understand me, would you let me know by making a sound? Any sound
will do. I want to talk to you,” she said.
    At first there was nothing but silence, but
just as she was about to walk through the bedroom doorway, she
heard a door slam in the hall. Quickly going out of the room, she
checked the other bedroom doors but they were all closed. She went
to each room, one by one, gingerly opening the door and peering
inside. She reached the final door and stopped, there was a faint
scratching sound coming from the inside. With her hand on the
doorknob, she silently stepped inside and there on the far wall was
scratched the word ‘understand.’
     

Chapter 13
     
    It seemed like hours had passed since
Annabelle first saw the word; her limbs felt frozen and her eyes
jerked nervously around the room. She knew that it had to be only
minutes, but she waited. She waited for something else to happen
but it never did. She finally unlocked her frozen legs, moved about
the room and even into the adjoining bathroom, but nothing else
responded to her occasional question. She decided that she had had
enough; she needed to get back to work.
    She returned to her room and dressed for the
day, heading down to the kitchen with her portfolio in hand. Her
thoughts were chaotic as she moved to make a strong pot of coffee
and a light breakfast to keep her going for the day. Annabelle used
one of the painter’s high stools