Chapter 1

Findings


I waited for my mother as she unlocked the door the old farm house she had bought only a week ago. The house was a pale gray, the paint chipping off in small curls, teh porch was huge, rapping around the whole house, with pillars holding the cover.
The door flew open, as I rushed inside past my mom.
"Wow, its great!" I said happily, touching the railing lightly with my fingers. "I know, its just what you wanted Jesse." My mom, Jill, said placing her hand gently on my back. I smiled, looking up the old battered stairs. "Can I pick out my room?" I said urgently. She nodded, and I walked up the stairs, my hand gliding on the soft wood of the railing.

She walked slowly up, in a long yellow dress a big smile covering her pale face. She slowed down, her smile fading, a man was waiting at the top of the stairs. As she reached the tpo step she stopped, hate in her eyes for this man. Her slapped her face, knocking her off balance. She tumbled down the stairs, her body unmoving at the bottom.

I gasped, pulling my hand away from the railing. This girl had died here, on these very stairs.
"Jesse?" I herd my mom ask. "I'm okay." I replied, making my up the rest of the stairs.

I watched him as he touched the door knobs, turning them slowly, as I used to. I studied his face, he had bright blue eyes and straight brown hair, covering his forhead. He turned his head to me, and then he went into the room.
"Did he see you?" I herd Jake ask behind me. A gust of air lightly pushed me into the air.
"I don't know." I said to him. Jake, only 13 when he died, was very curious, and when new people came, he couldn't keep away form them. He was wearing a light blue shirt that was to big for him and went down to his thigh, and pants that were plaid and went past him ankles. He had died on the way to the hospital, his arm had been broken. Not only was his arm stuck in the strange shape, it was frozen with blood, as if not damaged.
A light breeze blew me to the room he went in, and I slipped through the crack between the frame.

I sat on the dusty bed pictures racing through my mind as I touched each item in the room. Happy memories and sad memories that did not belong to me. I didn't care, I enjoyed my gift, and used to well, to help the trapped souls. I felt something hit my body, a breeze form an open window. It couldn't be the window was behind me, and as I turned around I noticed it was closed too.
"Hello?" I asked, my eyes darting around the room. "Is anyone here with me?" I asked in a whisper. I herd a soft moan, one not stronge enough to talk to me. Another night in the house should be anough. Just as I herd a second moan, I was knocked on the floor, something had pushed my back.