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Flip That Haunted HouseCopyright 2011, Rose PresseySmashwords Edition

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Published in the United States of America by Rose Pressey

Dedication

This is to you, and you know who you are.

FLIP THAT HAUNTED HOUSERose Pressey

Chapter OneIve had a few not-so-good cash making ideas over the years. Nothing illegalas far as I knew. But this time, Id found my calling.Lacey and I sat in front of the house. A long driveway stretched down the middle with tall maple trees hovering over each side.Its not as bad as it looks, I said.But youve never flipped a house.How hard can it be? Ive tiled a bathroom before. I turned off the ignition.Werent they stick-on tiles?Does it matter?She shrugged her shoulders. What about the door-to-door makeup sales fiasco?I shook my head. Wasnt my fault.The pet grooming idea?In hindsight, not one of my better ideas, Ill admit. How was I supposed to know a Chihuahua could chew through a leash?And your latest venture?Hey, I love interior decorating, but in good old Rosewood, Kentucky, theres not a huge demand for matching curtains and coordinating wall paint.Good point. Lacey lifted her sunglasses for a better view. But this place is a mess.Dont hold back, Lacey. Tell me how you really feel.Well, look at the weeds. And the shingles are falling off, she hissed.Some paint, new floors, cabinets, appliances, and itll be good to go. Besides, money is tightIm sick of eating mac-n-cheese.I have a feeling youll be eating ramen noodles before long. She shook her head while keeping her attention drawn to the neglected faade.I dont watch HGTV for nothing, you know.Drooling over Ty Pennington does not count.Tys not on HGTV.Hes not?Never mind, it doesnt matter. Take a gander at this place. I pointed to the house. Envision the way itll look after Im done.She laughed. Smart-ass.Nestled amid the modern hubbub, the house looked like a mini-plantationa glimpse of the past. Red brick with white columns and black shutters. Suburbia had taken over, but the home was still beautiful. More than likely the surrounding acres had belonged to the property. I envisioned the grand parties held on sultry summer nights spilling out from the house and onto the verandaladies in their beautiful gowns and gents in their finest suits.Alabama Hargrove, you need to stop daydreaming. Lets go inside. Lacey stretched her long legs out from the car.I hurried out from behind the wheel. The pounding of a hammer disturbed the peaceful surroundings, but the house commanded my attention. I stopped and peered up. A porch spanned the front of the house and the large white columns stood proud. Lacey grabbed my arm and led me to the stone path. My heart thumped with excitement. We walked up the steps toward the front door. The floor creaked under my feet and I kicked the fallen leaves out of the way. I cupped my hands around my eyes and peered through the window, trying to catch a glimpse of the interior. The space was dark and silent dare I say, creepy?Leave it to you to want to buy a haunted house.Those are the best kind, I said.Most people would run the other way at the idea of buying a house full of ghosts.Im not most people. Besides, I doubt its haunted. People hear a mouse or something, and immediately the house is declared full of ghosts.Oh, its haunted. She nodded.It is?I see spirits, remember? Lacey winked.I know, but I didnt think theyd appear so soon.You never know when theyll pop up. Theres a spirit watching us right now, she said.There is? I glanced over my shoulder.Walking back to the front door, I raised my hand to knock. Before my fist hit wood, the door swung open. I stumbled back, wobbling, and almost landed on my rear. Lacey snorted, but held her laughter.Howdy, folks! The boisterous male voice rang out.A fat, bald man stood in the doorway. He chuckled and his belly jiggled. If hed had hair, a beard and a red suit, Id call him Santa.You nearly scared me to death. I clutched my chest.Im Jim Richmond, the realtor. You must be Ms. Hargrove. Pleased to meet you. He stretched his hand out. Sorry if I frightened you.By Jims voice over the phone, I had expected more of a young Elvis Presley-type. Gorgeous, with a silky southern drawl, invoked gold suits or hip shaking, not a too tight tweed jacket and slightly wrinkled dark pants.Lacey had talked me into using a realtor for my house-flipping project. I balked at first, but perhaps Mr. Richmond would be helpful in my search. I had been as busy as a stump-tailed cow in fly timehouse hunting was hard work. Not to mention the stresshours on the internet, and driving from house to house had gotten me nowhere.Lacey leaned against one of the huge white columns. I motioned for her. She strolled toward me, but stopped in her tracks.Whoa. Come to mama. She blurted out.What are you talking about? I followed her stare.That tall glass of water. Lacey pointed.Flexed biceps were visible all the way from were I stood. Next door, tall, dark, and handsome watched us. He wore a dark T-shirt and jeans. Lacey was right; he was a tall glass of water.He needs to watch where he swings his hammer. I pulled my attention away from him.He can swing his hammer my way anytime he wants.Lacey! I held in my laughter.Jim turned a dark shade of red and diverted his eyes. I grabbed Laceys arm and escorted her into the house. I stopped behind her and glanced out the door to catch one last glimpse. Big mistake. Mr. Muscles looked up and caught me gawking. He laughed and I blushed. He may be easy on the eyes, but I had business to tend to, no time for goofing off. I hurried in behind Lacey before I had a chance to sneak another peek.

Chapter TwoAs you can see the home needs work. Jim waved his stubby little hand around the room.Thats the understatement of the year, I said as I knocked a cobweb out of my way.Jim chuckled nervously. The bones are good, though. Its a solid house.Our footsteps echoed, filling the house with noise. Light from the open door highlighted the scratched floor. The peeling paint on the walls stood out. The fall air rushed in and stirred the staleness that encircled the room.Lacey stood in the foyer with her mouth agape. Wow.Holy, I said.A grand staircase swooped down to greet us. I envisioned Scarlett at the top with her big hoop skirt and Rhett Butler bursting though the door to whisk her away. Of course, during my daydream I pictured myself as Scarlett. Too bad I didnt have a Rhett.Bama, come quick, you have got to see this, Lacey yelled, snapping me back to reality.What? I tried to sound nonchalant. No need to seem overly anxious in front of Jim.Lacey marched around the room with an electrifying zest. I scanned the parlor and knew why she was excited. The space was stunning. All it needed was a good cleaning. Wellmaybe a little more than cleaning.Are these the original hardwood floors? I shuffled my foot across the planks.I do believe they are. Jim beamed. Were those dollar signs in his eyes?I continued my walk around the room. Theyre beautiful. I cant believe theyre in such good shape considering the age. Just a few scratches, of course.More columns graced the entrance of the spacesmaller than the ones outside. The room was enormous with a twelve-foot ceiling. A large fireplace adorned one wall.Just stunning, Lacey squealed. Look at that.A mural of gorgeous roses filled one wall. They climbed to the ceiling with a trellis painted around the entrance to the dining room.Oh, wow, I squealed.Jim jiggled about the room. I can contact the owners for you, if youd like to make an offer.My nonchalant act was not working. If I didnt calm down, the owner would ask double the price.Laceys eyes narrowed and she glared at Jim. So much for her excitement.I think she needs to see the rest of the house first, dont you? She crossed her arms across her waist and strolled into the kitchen.Jim ignored her question and looked at me. Its great, isnt it?The roses were beautiful. The colors had faded over the years, but the pinks, greens, and yellows still blended beautifully. An overwhelming urge to reach out and touch them rushed over me. I walked closer to the mural, but resisted.The owner built a subdivision all around this place.I see that. What a shame. I moved into the kitchen and Jim followed like my shadow.The house is listed on the register of historic places, because of that, they wouldnt let the current owner tear it down. I believe he wouldve in a minute, but he simply cant.Has a soft spot for history, does he? A cabinet door came off in my hand. I could screw it back on, no problem. When did you say the house was built?1836, I believe. I can check on that for you when I get back to the office.Thats all right. 1836 or 1837, it doesnt matter. I was just curious.You pretty ladies sisters? Jim cut his gaze to Lacey.Flattery would get him nowhere. No doubt, he was attempting to entice me, but his efforts were futile. Lacey and I looked nothing alike. My hair was much darker and my complexion olive against her porcelain. My eyes are green and hers brown. Im short and shes tall. And, the differences didnt stop there.No, I said. Just best friends.We made our way through the home and I loved itfrom the cherry floors to the fancy molding. When I reached the foyer again, Lacey burst my flip-that-house bubble.It needs a ton of work. Her face scrunched up with concern.Not that much. I tried convincing myself.The walls are in bad shape, even I can see that. She touched the wall. Im not sure the electric even works. Not to mention the plumbing. She ticked each one off on her fingers.I didnt know what to say. Lacey made valid points, but when had I ever listened to something like that?And those are just the ones I can see, she exclaimed. Who knows what kind of hidden disasters lurk within these walls.As if she knew anything about restoring a house. She didnt even watch HGTV.I shot her an annoyed look, but she ignored me.The kitchen needs to be totally renovated, along with all four bathrooms. Did you see those bathtubs? Do you know how much that will cost?Im a bargain shopper, I protested.She placed her hands on her hips and tapped her foot. Plus, I think the house needs a new roof, and the shingles are falling off. Not to mention the electrical and plumbing work that it probably needs.You already said electric and plumbing. No need to list them twice. Are you done? Youre worse than my mother.Dont ever say that, she warned.Sorry, I speak the truth. I held my hands up in surrender.She rubbed her temples. Sounds as if youve made up your mind. What about the ghosts? she whispered. Theres one in the kitchen now. Its some old guy.There is? Really? In the kitchen, now? I peered over her shoulder. Having a resident ghost could be cool, in my opinion. Unless, of course, he was evil. But other people didnt see it my way. Listen, thats why its a bargain. Well burn some sage around and presto, no ghost.Jim pretended not to be eavesdropping while winding his watch.Youre crazy. Lacey spat.She always called me bananas when I got a new scheme, er, idea, but I figured she was just jealous of my entrepreneurial skills.We stepped off the porch and I tried to suppress the bounce in my step. If I wanted to snatch this place up at the lowest possible price, I needed to act as cool as a frosty December morning. Jim locked the door behind him and hurried down the steps. I turned and gazed at the house, breathing in the scent of the fall air.So, ready to make an offer? he leaned against his truck, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and smiled.No, shes not. Lacey shook her head. Youre not. She glared at me. Tell him youre not.Ill meet you at your office, I said.She threw her hands up in exasperation. I think she mumbled a few cuss words under her breath.Before climbing into my car, I asked, Mr. Richmond, why hasnt anyone restored this beautiful home yet? Its not because its haunted, is it? I winked at Lacey. She still sulked.Jim didnt answer. He hopped in his truck, not even looking my way. I was sure he had heard my question. Did he ignore me on purpose?We headed down the driveway following Jims truck. Lacey sat in silence, arms folded. She would get over itshe always did. I glanced in the rearview mirror for one last peek at the house (not the hot guy)with any luck, it would be mine soon. For a fleeting moment, I caught movement. When I looked up, a man peered out of the upstairs window.

Chapter ThreeJim stepped down from his big F-250 as I pulled up to his office. Well, the truck seemed big to me, but I was short, so any truck seemed huge to me. Jim hadnt put me in mind as the truck-type. When I thought of trucks, I envisioned handsome, rugged cowboys with dirty jeans, Stetson hats, boots, and swaggers to match. Jim was far from that.He led us into his cramped office and gestured toward the seats in front of his desk. I sat on the chair, shifting from side to side trying to find a comfortable spot. Jim shoved papers around his desk while I studied the surroundings.His office was decorated as if from the 60s. Straight off The Brady Bunch set. On his desk sat a couple of framed photosgrandchildren maybe? Stacks of papers covered the top, only exposing small glimpses of wood. Lacey picked a piece of candy from the jar in front of her.Jim slapped a few papers down on the desk and snapped me out of my trance. He plopped down in his leather chair, smiled, folded his hands together, and placed them in his lap.Have you decided what you want to offer? he asked.I have, I said without hesitation.Lacey mumbled under her breath.Well, all right. A woman who knows what she wants. I like that.I tried not to roll my eyes. Lacey snorted.Just write your offer in this space on the sheet and well see what the owner thinks. I doubt hell accept it, not the first offer, anyway. He shuffled papers about the desk again, then placed a pen in front of me and pointed to the space to sign.The owner was not getting off that easy. I knew what I wanted to pay and I was sticking to it. Plus, the bank wouldnt loan much. My pulse increased as I finished off my signature. This wouldnt turn out like the pet grooming debacle, would it?Ill fax the offer. Be prepared to wait a few days before he answers. He stuffed the pages into the machine.By the way, I said, trying to sound nonchalant again, you never answered my question of why the house has been empty so long.Jim snatched up his phone and held it to his ear. Apparently, an important call needed to be made rather than answer my question. With a gesture of his index finger, he excused himself and disappeared into the other room. If he thought a little haunting would scare me away, he was mistaken. I had been a part of a team of paranormal investigators for years. It was the one activity I hadnt quitfigures I didnt make money doing it. But a little thing like a few ghosts didnt faze me. I guess many people dont want a rundown haunted house, though.***I sat at the table and munched on my bowl of soggy cornflakes, staring at the back of the cereal box blankly. The phone rang and I almost fell out of my chair. I seriously needed to change my ringtone from the Monster Mash ringtone. The stacked boxes of unsold beauty supplies made an obstacle course for me as I dashed for my purse. The continuous ring pulsated through my head as I rummaged in the abyss known as my handbag for the cell. After dumping all of the contents from my oversized bag on the table, I spotted the shiny pink object and looked at the caller ID window. Displayed on the screen was Jims number.My hand trembled as I punched the button. My heart rate spiked. I let out a pent-up breath.Hello, I shouted into the phone before I realized my voice needed to drop a few decibels.Ms. Hargrove is that you?Yes. Yes, its Alabama.He could call me by my first name for heavens sake.How are you today? he asked.Enough with the small talk. Get to the point.Im well, Mr. Richmond.I didnt ask how he was in returnmaybe he would get to the point of the call. Rude of me, I know. My grandmother would turn over in her grave at my lack of manners. He cleared his voice after a second, clearly surprised I hadnt inquired on his well-being. Sensitive fellow.Rightwell, anyway, he continued. The reason why I calledYes? I said, agitated.He had me on pins and needles. Did he have bad news?I have news, he exclaimed.News. I knew itbad news. A counteroffer? I tried to comfort myself. The suspense got the better of me.Get to the point, Jim.Right. Sorry, Ms. Hargrove.I felt a tinge of guilt for being impatient with him.Finally, he said, I cant believe this, but he accepted your offer.I got it! I threw my arms up in victory. The phone fell from my hand as I did a happy dance around the room.Ms. Hargrove? Ms. Hargrove? Are you still there? he asked, his voice faint from the floor.I snatched the phone from the floor. Yes, Im here.Congratulations! You got a great deal. Im excited for you.Thank you, Jim, for all of your help.All right, he hadnt done much in the help department, but I felt generous with my compliments. After all, I was going to make a ton of cash. No more mac n cheese.The seller wants a fast closing. Is that all right with you? I told him Id ask.The sooner the better as far as Im concerned. Ill call the bank immediately. I paced around the room still feeling the urge to dance.I have to say, I still cant believe he accepted the offer, and so quickly, too. Hes usually hard to work with, but he seemed eager to sell.Well, whatever floats his boat, I said with a chuckle.Yes, I suppose.He must like me, I added.Yes, thats probably it.I clicked off and continued my dance.***The morning the supposed haunted house on Maple Hill Road became mine arrivedfor better or for worse. I rolled off the bed and shimmied into my old tattered pink bathrobe. The ancient thing was broken-in and comfyjust the way I liked it. I shuffled into my fuzzy bunny slippers and staggered across the room like a zombie. With sleep still in my eyes, I caught a glimpse of my reflection as I passed the mirror.Oh my word. I gasped when I saw my frightful mug.A night of tossing and turning left my tresses wild and downright terrifying. If nothing else, Id scare the ghosts away. Worry had kept me up most of the night. I had signed on for a huge projectwould it work out? I sighed and slumped my shoulders at the thought of untangling my disheveled mopand straightening out a rundown house with ghosts. I trekked to the bathroom.As I stepped into the shower, the phone rang. I stumbled out and grabbed it.Hey, Lacey chirped. She was too chipper that early.Humph.She giggled.Hurry up and come get me. Well grab breakfast before you close on your little project.Excuse me? Little project? I huffed.Housebefore you close on the house. She smiled and batted her eyelashes.I should say no just because of that snide comment.Come on. Get me out of this house. Rob has the day off and hes trying to build a bookcase for the office. He cant even use the power drill correctly. Hes driving me crazy. Get me out of here.All right. All right. Take a deep breath and calm down, Ill break you out of there.By the way, theres something I want to talk to you about. Her voice held a hint of concern.Is it serious?NoI guess not.You guess not? Are you okay?Ill fill you in at breakfast.Youre making me nervous, I said, still a little perplexed by her statement.Calm down. Its not a big deal.Okayif youre sure. How about we head over to Lucy Tuckers? My mouth watered at the thought.Oh, sounds great, Lacey squealed. She let go of her secretive air. Ive been dreaming about their Peach French Melba toast for a week.Ill be there soon. Just let me jump in the shower.See you in a minute.With that, she hung up and I reluctantly schlepped back to the shower. I should be excited. Invigorated. I needed to get motivatednow was not the time for laziness. Work needed to be donefloors refinished, a new roof, updated electric and the list went on. Could I really handle this?As I dabbed some lip-gloss and mascara on, my mind wandered to Lacey. What was it she wanted to tell me? She didnt keep secretswell, not that I knew of, anyway. She was to the point and honest. A real no-nonsense type of person. Once, I asked her if my jeans made my butt look big. She responded with a resounding Yes. Needless to say, I never asked her again. Sometimes the truth hurt. I liked her bluntness; a trait I lacked. We complimented each other that way.I stood in front of my jam-packed closet for what seemed like an eternity. My eyes started to glaze over, so I grabbed my wardrobe staple of jeans and a light pink sweater. I tugged my jeans up to fix the inevitable butt cleavage that came with the fashionable low riders.The sky looked as if it would let loose at any moment, so I grabbed my umbrella to be safe. I slipped on my favorite pair of sneakers and headed out the door. Within a few seconds, I was on my way in my blemished Volvothe dents in the car were courtesy of that week last year when Id thought Id attempt private investigating as a career choice.Before picking up Lacey, I needed to make a stop. Jim couldnt attend the closing, so I decided to drop off a thank you cardthe polite thing to do. I pulled up in front of his office, right next to his truck. The air was chillya typical fall day. I wrapped my jacket around me a little closer for warmth as I hurried across the parking lot. The place was quiet, but it was still early. The stairway was in front of the main entrance. I climbed to the second floor. As I turned the corner, I stopped in my tracks. Jim stood in the hallway with his back to me. What I heard next surprised me, to say the least.

Chapter FourI told you Id find a sucker to buy that ramshackle joint, Jims voice was full of satisfaction. Shes a clueless sap. Shes never remodeled a home.As I listened, I bit my tongue and remained quiet, but what I really wanted to do was let him have it.I still get thirty percent of the profit, right? He paused to listen to the response. Yeah, shell make a mess of it, but who cares, as long as youre rid of the dump. Ill call you later. He clicked the phone shut.I watched as he closed the office door behind him, never glancing in my direction. Despite what he thought, I was not a clueless sap. Id show him. I should have known Jim was a snake. If I hadnt wanted the house so badly, I would have told him to shove it. He thought hed suckered me into buying the house, but I wanted it. I knew what I was doing. Let him get his stinking thirty percent.After hearing his true feelings, I sure as heck wasnt going to show my gratitude. I tossed the thank you card in the trash can beside me, pivoted on my heel, and headed back to my car. I hurried across the parking lot before he noticed me. When Id almost reached the rattletrap, my cell phone rang. I pulled it out, and flipped it open.Hello? I huffed. More visits to the gym were necessaryrunning shouldnt make me winded. Being furious couldnt help lack of fitness, though.Ms. Hargrove. Fiddle sticks. I should have looked at the caller ID first.Yes, Jim. My heart rate increased and I spun around. Did he see me? Had he seen me run away?Im glad I reached you before the closing. Its the big day, huh? he asked cheerfully.I didnt respond.After a pause, he continued, Well, good luck with everything. You will call me if you have questions? Call me if you need help finding a sub-contractor and that sort of thing.Thank goodness, he didnt know I overheard his conversation. I shoved the key into the car lock. Maybe I could escape before he spotted me.He kept talking. I know a couple of handymen. It helps to have referrals.If he thought Id use one of his recommendations, though, he had another think coming. Not after what he called me.Thank you, Jim. Ill make sure to call if I need anything, I said through gritted teeth.Okie dokie. Well, again, good luck.I clicked off. Being somewhat polite had been hard. I shifted the car in gear, backed up, and sped away. Visions of bumping into Jims big Ford crossed my mind, but I shook thought out of my head. I wouldnt let him spoil my happy time.Lacey lived only a few miles from there, so within two shakes of a sheeps tail I pulled up to her housea cute craftsman bungalow with black shutters and flower boxes on the windows. It looked as if it belonged on the cover of a magazine. I honked the horn. My stomach rumbled from the lack of breakfast as visions of French toast with tons of maple syrup flooded my mind.Lacey emerged and sprinted down the sidewalk toward the car.Whatcha got going on with the bangs? I stared at her forehead, then pointed to her hair.I tried to cut them. She frowned as she plunked down in the car.Welltheyll grow out, I offered. Too late though. My foot was inserted in my mouth. Thats a cute top youre wearing. I like the little flowers on it. I dug a deeper hole for myself.Thanks, she said dryly. Her eyes shot daggers my way.Lacey complained about her husband as we zoomed down the street toward Lucy Tuckers Tea and Sandwich Shopa southern caf with the most divine food. After a couple of minutes, as we neared the historic building, the sign came into view.I zipped the car into the parking lot, squeezing between a mini-van and a Buick.A spot right in front, I yelled in triumph.Oh, yeah! Lacey shrieked.I glanced over at her, surprised by her enthusiasm over a parking spaceonly I did that.Youre making fun of me, arent you?Pretty much. She grinned.I stuck my tongue out. It is a good spot, you cant deny it.Lacey shook her head, climbed out, and closed the door behind her. She made her way up the shrubbery-lined sidewalk. When she reached the door of the old building, she yanked and it opened wide. She motioned for me to come on, so I turned off the ignition and jumped out. As I reached the sidewalk, Lacey backed up to make way for exiting customers. As she moved out of the way, she stumbled backward and fell off the porch, her arms flying above her head. Her newly trimmed bangs swooshed up and her top made the same movement. Her expression looked like someone whod just taken their first roller-coaster ride. Her mouth opened wide and she yelled just before landing in a shrub.

Chapter FiveI ran over. Oh, God! Are you okay? Talk to me.It hurts like hell. She panted. I think I broke my ankle.The man whod just walked out the door ran over and jumped down from the porch. Can I help you up? Are you okay?She shook her head. Not really.I grabbed her purse while the man picked her up in one big scoop. He was the size of a Sasquatch. He didnt flinch at her measly one hundred and twenty pounds.My cars right there. I pointed. Im taking you to the emergency room. For once, she didnt protest.I opened the door and the man eased her into the car.Thank you, Lacey said.Yes, thanks so much, I said.No problem. I hope the ankles all right.I slammed the door shut and hurried over to the drivers seat. Lacey gripped the dashboard, an excruciating look of pain on her face.I really think its broken. Its throbbing, she announced.My eyes widened as I looked down. I winced at the mere thought of the throbbing.Stay calm and Ill get you to the hospital. I shoved the key back in the ignition. Can you move it?She dodged my stare. I guess so. Her voice was almost a whisper.Of all the clumsy, stupid things. I wanted French toast! She chuckled, then gripped for pain once again.The French toast was good, but not that good.Well come back for food when youre not in pain. Nice acrobatics, by the way. You should have seen the look on your face. I navigated the car from the parking space.This isnt supposed to happen today. Lacey muttered. I have work to do. She swallowed to fight back tears.It never is, my dear, it never is. Life hits us with unexpected turns sometimes. We just have to be prepared to maneuver around them. I was proud of my shrewd advice.Lacey groaned in response.I whizzed the car back onto the street, cutting off a little old lady in a silver Toyota in the process. When I glanced in the rearview mirror, she shook her fist at me. She was mouthing something. The angry grandma looked as if she was ready to chase me down and beat me with her pocketbook. That was the last thing I needed.I turned down a side road.Where are you going? Lacey barked.To the hospital, silly. I cast a dubious glare her way.This is not the way to the hospital. Youre going in the wrong direction. She panted.Of course its the right direction. Ive been this way before. Its a shortcut.I ignored her look of doubt and made a couple of turns, although the streets all looked the same. Houses soon blended together. Perhaps Lacey had been right and I had no idea where I was headed. I looked at her and, let me say, never tick off a hungry, injured woman.Im going to die from pain in the car, then Im going to kill you. She let out a couple of huffs and matched them with a few puffs. Why did you take a stupid shortcut?Youd have to kill me first. You cant die, then kill me. Unless in the afterlife you came back to kill me, of course, I quipped. Dont blame me if your ambulance is the backseat of a Volvo.Ugh, she groaned.Beads of sweat trickled down my forehead. I felt pressureI didnt know first aid. Sure, Id watched the shows on Discovery Channel, but I didnt want to put into practice what I saw. Finally, I recognized a street we had passed moments ago and steered the car onto it. Better to go back the way I came, then look for the shortcut. The hospital came into view and, none too soon, as I felt Laceys eyes on me. Her stare was laced with venommust have been the pain. I ignored her gazeshed get over it once the morphine kicked in.I pulled the car into the area that was marked for emergencies. An old man pumped his fists at me in anger as I hurried around to help Lacey. Why was everyone so upset?Get out of the way. Injured woman coming through. I grabbed the wheelchair next to the door.Alabama, I think they can see Im injured, Lacey snapped.Point taken.Sit down, I ordered.Her arm was draped around me for support. She eased into the chair.I can take her from here. A nurse approached, then took over the steering. She shook her head.In the room, Lacey spewed obscenities I wasnt aware she even knew when the doctor examined her ankle. She showed a side I had never seenand I knew her well.I wish I could stay. WellI did, as long as she wouldnt snap at me anymore.No, you go. Rob will be here any minute. Youll be late for the closing. Im sorry I wont be able to help you out much now.I waved off her concern. Its just a twisted ankle, youll be better in no time. But dont worry about helping me with some old house.Yeah, Ill be fine. She gave a little grin. The throbbing must have subsided with the ibuprofen. I have faith in you, Bama. You can do it.Did she really feel that way? I wasnt convinced I felt that way.Thanks, Lac. Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you that Uncle Oscar agreed to do my plumbing for the house. I talked with him last night.Oh, God, Bama. Remember when he flooded your parents basement?Hes gotten much better since then. I think he even has a license now.What about the ghosts? She shifted in the bed.Are you telling me theyre evil? I straightened in my chair. Am I dealing with the spirit of a serial killer?She turned her head and stared out the window.Lacey? Hello? I waved my hands. Talk to me.She tilted her head back in my direction. No, no. Youll be fine. Im a bit dazed right now. Dont listen to anything I say.I took in a deep breath and let it out. She was in pain. I supposed that could obscure her mind.Rob burst through the door as any crazed husband would. His eyes wide and hair disheveled. To be honest, I was kind of glad to get the heck out of there. I didnt like hospitals in the first place. Thankfully, I had the closing as my excuse. I would visit her laterwhen she wasnt in a building with a morgue in the basement.***Within minutes, I circled the parking lot looking for a space. This was it, no turning back. Id convert that diamond in the rough. No longer could anyone say I never finished what I started.The bank was in the largest building in town. It towered over everything else. By big city standards, though, it was small. I parked and trudged my way to the entrance. When I reached the sidewalk, a tall, thin man with salt and pepper hair approached. His suit fit every angle of his body and his red tie looked like pure silk. His shoulder brushed mine as he passed. I stumbled forward, but caught myself. He rushed through the revolving door. Had he seen me? Had he noticed almost knocking me flat on my face?How rude, I mumbled.I moved through the revolving door and emerged into the lobby of the bank. A large round table with a huge centerpiece greeted me as I walked over to the elevators.I took in a deep breath, pausing with my finger hovering over the elevator button. Ninth floor. My heart rate spiked at the thought. I forced myself to push the button. The doors sprang open and I reluctantly climbed in. Thank goodness the enclosed space had a railing to hang onto because I clutched it the whole way up. The fact that they had something to grasp onto in the elevator in the first place was extremely disconcerting. After what seemed like an eternity, the elevator dinged and the doors opened. I rushed off, glad to be out of the small moving coffin.A woman with over-bleached blonde hair and a too tight blue blouse sat behind a large desk. She tapped a pen against the desk as she stared at the computer screen. She hardly glanced up as she directed me to a room down the hall. Glass walls revealed a long conference table and several people sat around talking. As I moved through the door, the conversation screeched to a halt. The rude man from the parking lot sat on the opposite side of the table. His eyes narrowed as he studied me.Ms. Hargrove? The balding middle-aged man asked.Yes, but, please, call me Alabama.He furrowed his brow. I didnt care if he didnt like my name. Id come to accept it. My parents named me after the state where I was conceivedthank heavens they hadnt fooled around in Alaska.Im Daniel Seay. He stretched his arm across the table for a handshake.His suit was too tightit stretched across his shoulders making his movements strained. Didnt anyone know what size clothing to buy around here?This is Payne Cooper of Cooper Development. Hes the owner of the house youre buying.Nice to meet you. I stuck out my hand.He hesitated as if I had cooties, but finally grasped my hand. Whatever his reason, I did not care. All I wanted was to get to work on the house.One time-consuming hour later and a million signatures, and I was on my way to Maple Hill Road. My mind flashed back to the scene of the shadow in the window and Laceys words rang through my head. A couple of years ago, I had joined a few brave others and started investigating the paranormal. Wed gotten a few things on video and had a lot of fun in the process. Needless to say, I had been in haunted houses before, this would be no different. I hoped.The air outside was still, which gave the house a spooky feeling as I parked the car and climbed out. It didnt stop me from trudging up the sidewalk, though. When I reached the door, I realized I had a problem: no key. They had forgotten to give it to me. How could I forget something so important? I wiggled the knob just to be sure. It was locked, so I grabbed my phone.Hello, Federal Bank, may I help you? the female voice asked.Hi, this is Alabama Hargrove. I forgot to pick up a key at the closing for the house on Maple Hill.Hold, please.Wow, she had a sparkling disposition. I sat on the porch steps and tapped my feet to the instrumental version of Funky Town.The sound of a hammer made me turn my gaze in the direction of the sound. Sexy neighbor was back at it. He stood in the middle of his yard, pounding away at a piece of wood. His attention was on his projecthe didnt notice me watching. With each swing of the hammer, a muscle flexed. I could not have taken my eyes off him if a tornado had blasted through. He paused, and brushed a black curl from his forehead. What would it feel like to run my fingers through his thick hair? He could be dangerous for my project. Too much distraction.You there? The shrill voice brought me back from my fantasy.Huh? Oh, yeah. Im still here.Youll have to get the key from the owner.What? I sat up straight.Yeah, hes over on Sixth Street. At the corner of Cedar.I let out a deep breath. Thanks.Hells bells. I grabbed my purse and headed toward my car. My attention was on the hot man next door and not the stone path under my feet. I stumbled and my foot slipped. With a loud thud, I landed on my back. A surge of panic spread through my body when I heard him call to me. I assumed he ran because within a second he kneeled over me.Are you all right? he asked.I groaned and sat up. My eyes met with his hard chest.Would you kindly watch where you put that hammer? My gaze traveled down the length of his body.Im always aware of where Im putting my hammer. He hooked it through the loop on his pants, then held out his hand.Uh-huh. I grasped his hand and let him pull me to my feet.Before I found my footing, I stumbled again over the broken pavement. He gripped my arm and righted me.Easy does it. Is your head all right?I stared for a beat before shifting my gaze away from his muscular physique.Im fine. I landed on my butt, not my head.Well, then is your butt okay? He grinned.Its fine, thanks.Smart-ass.Are you the new proud owner? He gestured toward the house with a tilt of his head.I am. I tried not to puff my chest out in pride.My names Reed OHara.Alabama Hargrove. He didnt raise an eyebrow at my name. Bonus points for him.Youre fixing this place up? He snorted. What are you 52, a hundred pounds wet?Yes, if you must know, Im bringing this gem back to life. You got a problem with that? Bonus points revoked. He may be hot, but he needed an attitude adjustment.He laughed. No. No problem.I scowled. Why was he still standing in front of me?He crossed his arms in front of his chest. Did you have this place inspected? How is the foundation? Does it have termites?Noshould I? I sputtered.No. No. He waved a hand. If you dont mind insects eating the place down around you, youll be fine.My mouth twitched.Or, a cracked foundation makes the whole house shift.I bit my tongue. Maybe I should have had it inspected. But the bank didnt seem to mind. Of course, I did place all my savings as a down payment. They were quick to give me the loan. Maybe I should have questioned that. Things did almost seem too good to be true.How much did you pay for this dump?I felt heat rise in my cheeks. Excuse me? I dont think thats any of your business.I hope it wasnt much.Ill have you know, I got a bargain. Now, if you dont mind, I have to go. I placed my hand on his chest and pushed. His pecs were as hard as a rock, by the way.He lifted the hammer from the hook on his jeans and turned on his heels. He whistled as he sauntered across the lawn. He was testing my patience. But he did look good in those jeans.

Chapter SixA small brick two-story office building sat straight ahead as I wheeled into the parking lot. Only a few cars sprinkled the pavement, so I navigated my Volvo into a space right up front. Obviously, the workers filed out with reckless abandon at five on the dot. By the looks of the deserted area, I may not get my key tonight. At the least, I would leave a note instructing Mr. Cooper to give me a buzz. Pronto. Whether he would call or not was the million-dollar question.I reached into my purse, searching through receipts and used gum wrappers and finally found a scrap piece of paper. I scribbled a quick note, stuffed it in my pocket, then jumped out, making a dash for the building as a chilly breeze flew by. Fallen leaves covered parts of the sidewalk, explosions of color leading my way to the entrance. Situated in a somewhat rural area of town, a mini business district, the office suites backed up to a densely wooded area. The wind carried the smell of damp soil to my nostrils.Once I reached the entrance, I blew through the door, bringing with me a few fallen leaves scattering across the floor. My steps echoed as I walked down the long corridor and up the narrow stairway onto the second floor. The creepy silence and the steel-gray walls made the space feel cold and harsh. Identical dark wood doors lined the hallway. The only thing setting them apart was different names on each door. I stopped and looked from side to side. There wasnt a directory, so I had to look at every door as I walked past. I just wanted out of there. The silence was freaking me out. What if I was locked in the place overnight?A light blinked at the end of the hall, threatening to quit at any moment. Id be locked in a dark building all night. No thanks. The door marked Cooper Development Inc. was on the right, halfway down. I was thankful I didnt have to go all the way to the end. Id leave the note and get the heck out of there.I rapped on the door. It creaked on its hinges as it inched open.Mr. Cooper? I called.No reply. Did he have a habit of leaving his door unlocked and open?Mr. Cooper, its Alabama Hargrove, I forgot my key.Still no reply. Very odd. More than ever, I wanted out of there.I eased myself in and stopped for a moment to allow my eyes to adjust to the darkness. As I scanned the area, I made out the corner of a desk and file cabinet. A hint of light from setting dusk streamed through a small sliver of space in the window blind, casting light onto one tiny spot of the room. I blinked, trying to adjust my eyes further when I noticed papers sprinkled haphazardly about the floor. Not a very good filing system.Anyone here? I asked again.I stepped over a couple of the papers and inched further into the space. Being in his office, in the almost dark, didnt feel right. I couldnt quite put my finger on it, but something was off. Nerves settled in the pit of my stomach. A faint rustling noise caught my attention and I froze. I held my breath and listened. Did the noise come from the hall? A mouse or a person? What the heck was I doing in there? I decided to put the note on the desk and get out. When I glanced at the lit corner once again, I discovered ita hand draped limply on top of the desk. I couldnt distinguish the whole body attached to it, but it was there, a shadowy lump.Whos there? I called out.My heart raced as I inched my way toward the huge desk and spotted the silhouette of a man slumped over in the tall leather chair. My hand flew to my mouth as I gasped. I felt the blood rush out of my face and my stomach turn. I knew I shouldnt have come here. Papers littered the desk just as they did the floor and other items rested in a disorganized state.Are you all right? I asked into the quiet room. Papers crunched under my feet as I made my way to the desk. My breathing was loud. I sounded like a train.No response.Hello, Sir?It sure didnt look like he was sleeping. How could I help him if he needed it? With my finger, I nudged the man slightly. Still nothing, not even a snort or snore. Please let him be asleep. With every ounce of courage I had, I leaned in closer, placed my hand on the mans neck, and searched for a pulse. No pulse. Hells Bells. I screamed. Something warm and sticky covered my fingers. What do I do now? I gazed down at my hand. It was covered with blood. Dead. The final frontier. I cringed as I wiped my hand on my pants. I felt woozy.My hands shook. I stumbled backward. My vision blurred and I struggled to breathe. The coppery scent from my hand smacked me in the face. My mouth felt as if it was stuffed with a bag of cotton.Time stood still as the room seemed to spin. I wanted no part of this. The police needed to come right away. Snapping out of my daze, I turned on my heel to get the heck out of there. As I pivoted, my ankle twisted and I fell flat on my face. The carpet burned my cheek, but that was the least of my worries.I scrambled across the floor and struggled to get away from the morbid scene, shoving the papers on the ground out of my way. Visions of the corpse flashed through my mindbent over and motionless. After what seemed like an eternity, I crawled forward, my knees slipping on the papers as if I were crawling over ice. Id probably left my DNA all over that room. I prayed he killed himself, otherwise how would I explain being in there. I reached up, grabbed the doorknob, and pulled myself up in the now completely dark room. On wobbly legs, I knocked the door out of my way and ran for my life. My feet couldnt move fast enough.My steps echoed off the walls. The only other sound was the pounding of my heart in my ears. As I rushed out of the officebloody hand and allmy mind raced. All I wanted was to flip a darn house, now Id discovered an honest to goodness dead body. I stumbled down the stairs trying not to join Mr. Cooper in the hereafter as I navigated the dimly lit corridor. The stairs seemed narrower as if they were closing in on me. My feet felt heavy as if I wore concrete shoes. The only light was a faint cold fixture high above the stairway. When I reached the exit, nothing had ever looked so good. My heart thundering in my chest, I lunged out the door. As I sprinted down the sidewalk, I reached for my cell phone. Remnants of blood still on my hand, I punched in the numbers.

Chapter SevenMy heart thumped and I struggled for air. Adrenaline had set up camp in my body. I needed to calm down and get a grasp on the situation. Instead, I screamed like a crazed lunatic. The vision of the body was burned into my eyelids. At least at the funeral parlor the body looked like someone was just sleeping. But this guy wasnt taking a siesta.Nine-one-one, whats your emergency?A dead man, I screeched as I clutched the phone, getting it bloody.My car was still a couple hundred feet away. It was like a beacon in the night.Calm down, Maam. Whats your name?Im trying to stay calm, but there is a dead man in there, blood on my hand andOh my God. I cant breathe. I gasped.Why wasnt she freaking out like me?I need your name, Maam.Alabama. I panted. My legs moved faster than I thought possible. Id never felt more alone. If only Lacey was with me, although I wouldnt want to put her through this kind of ordeal.Noyour name. Frustration tinged her words.My name is Alabama Hargrove. Can you please send the police?How do you know hes dead?What? I felt for his pulse, thats how.I made my way across the pavement to the car. My hands shook as if I had downed about ten espressos. I struggled with the door and climbed in, then fumbled and locked the doors. My good old Volvo served as my sheltermy refuge. All that kept me from a world suddenly turned upside down was my metal jalopy. Not reassuring, but its all I had. I studied the world outside my safe haven. A few leaves swayed with the wind, but otherwise, it was peaceful. The exact opposite of the way I felt on the inside.Somehow, the operator calmed me enough to get my location and anything else she needed.The police are on their way, she said.I hung up the phone and all I could do was wait. Left to sort through the rapid thoughts in my mind. The sun had set and darkness covered the area. The only light was the eerie yellow glow from a street lamp in the distance. My hands clutched at the steering wheel and I reminded myself to breathe. Seconds after hanging up the phone, I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye from the side of the office park. I glanced back. A shadowy silhouette ran from the edge of the building. A dark mask covered the persons face. At least, it looked like a ski mask. Only eyes and mouth were visible. Even more suspicious, the person appeared to be dressed all in black. The masked mystery person sprinted to the wooded area and disappeared into the darkness as if swallowed by a black hole.The killer. Was that the killer? Was Payne murdered?My throat felt tight. Goose bumps broke out on my arms.All right, I didnt know if Payne Cooper had been murdered. He may have committed suicide, for all I knew. Or, maybe an accident? Until I had answers, I needed to take deep breaths and relax.Where the heck were the police? Any other time theyd be here. When I forgot to add coins to the meter, they were there. Leftover lood from my hand covered the steering wheel and my phone. I grabbed napkins from my purse and wiped my hand again to remove the rest.Had the person been in the office when I discovered Payne Cooper? I shuddered. What was taking the police so long? I glanced at my watch. Theyd find my strangled body discarded in the middle of the parking lot before long. A killer may be on the loose and I would be an easy target. I contemplated driving off, but that wouldnt look good in the eyes of law enforcement, Im guessing. Theyd think Id killed Payne Cooper. Or, at the very least, was somehow involved. The thought of spending twenty-to-life in prison for a crime I hadnt commit didnt sound appealing. Eating soggy bread with an indistinguishable meat substance, along with making license plates was not on top of my professions-I-want-to-try list. But, if I didnt drive away, the assassin may annihilate me. Shadows lurked behind every tree. I was paranoid. Was the murderer watching me?I envisioned the killer hiding behind a tree, waiting for the perfect time to pounce.Before I had a chance to contemplate his means of murdering me, a loud pounding on the window reverberated through the car.Holy mother I jumped, hitting my arm on the steering wheel.My eyes widened. I screamed as I stared at a man in a black uniform. A bewildered look spread across his face. I knew the killer would come for me. Now he stood beside my car, pleading with me to open up and let him in. No way. I shook my head. I should have hightailed-it out of there when I had the chance.Im not ready to die, I screeched. Ive called the police. So step away from my car.Icy-cold eyes glared at me.Maam? Maam? He pecked on my window again. Are you all right in there?Go away, creep. I have a weapon and Im not afraid to use it. So what if I didnt have one, he didnt know that.He flashed the insanely bright flashlight in my eyes.Beat it, I said. I gestured with my hand, trying to shield my eyes. What do you want? I shouted.I noticed you sitting here and heard you screaming. Its my job to make sure youre all right. He yelled, his voice coming through the glass, loud and clear.Who are you? I asked.He lowered his flashlight and I blinked to regain my vision.Im the custodian for the building. I came by to lock the place up.Theres adead man in there, I stuttered and motioned toward the building. My body shook as I relived the event again.You saw a dead man in there? He looked in the direction of my pointing finger. His face scrunched into a frown.Before I answered, sirens blared, growing near. Within seconds, police cars descended on the area. Lights flickered wildly like a nightclub light show. I clawed at the door, fumbling to unlock it. When the door swung open, I almost knocked the custodian down, and ran for my life. I raced toward the officer who approached. Thank goodness, I was saved.You called the police? His gaze moved the length of my body.Yes. I panted. Second floor. The office with the open door.He opened the door to his cruiser. Have a seat, Maam. Ill be with you in a minute. He ran toward the building, joining the horde of officers. I didnt want to be alone again. Being there, in the darkness made, me feel vulnerable. The police officers attention was focused on the crime scene and I was left to wonder who was out there just beyond the dark trees. Police surrounded the area like a swarm of locusts. A few set out into the wooded area and others searched the perimeters with flashlights exploring the ground. The rest went into the building.As I sat shaking in the police car, a few spectators gathered behind the yellow crime scene tape draped across the parking lot and around the building. Id been there for at least forty-five minutes and wondered how much longer Id have to wait. Id watched the police come and go as I fidgeted in my seat.After another few minutes slipped by, an officer in a too tight, blue uniform sidled up to the police cruiser. He propped his arms against the car and leaned in close. His paunch protruded over his waistband. I longed for a breath mint to shove in his mouth. He pulled out his notepad and scribbled down a few notes.My names Chester Bass, Im the sheriff. His voice was cold.Alabama Hargrove.He didnt offer a handshake. No pleasantries.His dark eyes narrowed as he studied my face. Fear danced in my stomach. He made me even more nervous, which I hadnt thought possible. I wanted out of the car and away from this place.Tell me everything, Ms. Hargrove. What are you doing here at this time of day? His gaze on me didnt falter.I came for keys. I muttered.His brow lifted. Keys?I nodded.Did you know the victim?Well yes, I did. Sort of. I looked down, then picked at the torn leather on the seat. His stare made me uncomfortable. He reminded me of my creepy sixth grade P.E. teacher.Which is it? You knew him or not? Its a straightforward question.I bought a house from him today and I came to pick up a key. Finally, I met his gaze.Did you kill him? Resolve covered his tone.What? My mouth gaped open. No. Do I need an attorney? I frowned.So, he was murdered. I knew it. But did the police suspect me?I dont know, do you? He scribbled in his notebook again.What was he writing in that thing? I leaned over, but couldnt see what he wrote.Am I being arrested? My voice faltered.No.Thank heaven for small miracles. It feels as if I am.What did you touch? he snapped as he glared at me.The body. I felt sick. Why had I touched the body? I was checking his neck to see if he had a pulse.Did he?No, he didnt. Thats when I called the police. I shuddered.He frowned, finished writing, and flipped the notebook shut.Ill need you to come by the station and sign a statement.I nodded. Of course.He whirled around to walk away, but stopped and turned. Whyd you wait until closing time to come get a key?The bank forgot to give me one earlier and I just realized I didnt have it.In my opinion, Sheriff Bass was surly and suspicious. He need not look at me as the killer.Is that blood on your hand?The remnants of crimson paste had dried. I nodded. A little.Not good. He shook his head.Its not? Maybe I did need a lawyer.He didnt answer my question, but instead said, Just sit tight for a bit, okay? He ran his fingers through his greasy hair and gave me a look of pompous annoyance. The man didnt know any expression other than a scowl.Im not going anywhere. However, from the looks of the current situation, I may go to jail. I prayed I wouldnt end up at a small table, sitting on a hard chair with a bright light shining on my face, playing their intimidation game.I leaned back in the hard seat and took in a deep breath. I felt numb from the life-changing experience. Police swarmed the scene like bees over honey, moving back and forth from the building. A few stood in groups, talking. The scene wasnt as glamorous as they depicted on TV. The van marked Coroner pulled up beside the ambulance and my stomach turned, again. Theyd bring out the body soon. I wouldnt look at it again. I couldnt.More gawkers milled around, trying to catch a glimpse of the action. A news station van sat on the street near the parking lotthe reporter desperately tried to cross the barrier and get the scoop, but police held her at bay. Her brown curls bounced as she moved from side to side looking for her chance to slip past. A young detective stood with the custodian next to tall magnolia trees on the edge of the parking lot. They glanced my way several times.Perhaps I did jump to conclusions a wee-bit, but I was under a lot of stress. How was I supposed to know he wasnt the killer? I lowered my head into my hands and closed my eyes, willing myself away from the entire scene. How much longer would they keep me? I felt like just sneaking away. With all the action, they wouldnt notice. Theyd arrest me for sure if I did that, though. Footsteps approached. I snapped my head up and scanned the area.Tears welled in my eyes. I tilted my head back and wiped my eyes to keep the moisture away. I had discovered a dead person. Not the end to the day I had expected. My body felt frozen from the trauma as if an ice storm swooped in leaving me immobile. The lights from the cars swirled, making me dizzy. The mixture of leather and body odor in the car made me want to gag. I caught a glimpse of my face in the side mirror of the car as the unforgiving blue glow glared across my face. I stared at my reflection. Streaks of mascara smeared down my face making me look like a raccoon. Police walked past, staring at me. Were they blaming me for the murder? Judging me?

Chapter EightAfter a drive to the police stationwith a cruiser following meand the sheriff warning me not to leave town, I stumbled through my door. Much to my chagrin, I forgot to leave the outside porch light on when I left home early in the day. Of course, I didnt think Id be late and didnt think Id have a killer to worry about, either. Without wasting any time, I hurried in the door, then turned on every light along my path through the house. I tossed my purse on the sofa and headed to the bathroom.My stress level was through the roof. I tied my hair up in a ponytail and climbed in the shower, letting out a deep sigh. As the hot water fell over my face, I tried to shake the vision of Paynes limp body slumped in the chair. The image of blood on my hand and the realization that I had been so near a murder scene wouldnt leave me alone. The pictures were scorched into my mind. Creepiness settled in and I couldnt shake its grip. Not only did the fear from finding Payne Cooper haunt me, but the eerie silhouette running from the building, as well. It was almost more than I could handle. I slipped into my favorite pajamas and climbed into bed. The soft comforter was my only security at that moment.I settled under the covers, then the phone rang. I knew who was calling before I answered it.Baby. Its Mama.Her twang grew more pronounced with stressful situations. Allow the twenty questions to commence. I rubbed my temples.Hi, Mama. I fell back onto the bed.My mother may not be very tall, but you wouldnt know it by her voice. It was larger than life. I am sick with worry. What happened? she demanded.I really dont want to talk about it anymore tonight. It was traumatic. I let out a deep sigh.How the heck did she find out so soon? The rewards of small town life.Im coming over.What? No, not tonight. Im already in bed. Plus, its a thirty minute drive down that dark dirt county road. You live in the boonies. And they wondered why I had moved away.She sighed. Fine. But Ill be there first thing in the morning. I wish youd let me come over tonight. I want to know exactly what happened.I promise to tell you everything tomorrow and I promise Ill be fine.Are your doors and windows locked? I knew we shouldve bought you a watchdog.Im all right, really. I needed off the phone.Actually, her visiting tomorrow might not be a bad idea, as much as I hated to admit. I could use a little help with the new placebut not too much.Mom, Im fine. Please dont worry about me. Just come by tomorrow.Ill be there in the morning with bells and whistles on. Her smile almost came through the phone.Thats what I was afraid ofher literally wearing bells and whistles.Get some rest now, she said.Oh, wait. Come by the old house. Im going to work there early.Before I settled back in, I called Lacey to let her know what had happened and to check on how she felt. She had wanted to come over too, but there was no way Id allow her to pamper me just because I discovered a dead guy. I promised to call her tomorrow. At least Lacey hadnt held my driving skills against me. The trip to the hospital was an honest mistake, it could have happened to anyone. She was always there when I needed hera true friend.Sleep hadnt come easy. I tossed and turned like a child waiting for the boogie man to jump out of the closet. My night had been full of dreams that I couldnt recall. Id woken once with my heart pounding and covered in sweat. Probably best that I hadnt remembered them. I looked at the clock throughout the night almost hourly.The next morning, I headed out early. With so much to do, I didnt want to waste a single minute. Time was money, or so Id heard. The police had spotted the key with my name on it at Paynes and were nice enough to hand it over. I was shocked they hadnt considered it evidence. The murder scene still filled my thoughts, but I had to work.Leaves and twigs crunched beneath my feet as I crossed the driveway toward the house. The morning sun illuminated the mini-mansion highlighting the dirt, decaying cobwebs, and chipped paint. Walking up the path made me feel at home, though. The house and its surroundings encompassed many of my favorite things. I wanted to grab a blanket, spread it out, and nap under the shady umbrella of drooping branches from the weeping willow trees.The history of the home fascinated methe lives of previous owners and the fact that so many years ago they walked the same floors was amazing. I navigated around the broken spots in the stone pathway. Birds chirped overhead, but otherwise silence surrounded me. Dew covered the grass and the crisp air carried the scent of damp earth. The place definitely had that old haunted house look, but it wasnt exactly the Bates Motel, either. I wasnt afraidwell, only slightly. I was walking into unknown territory.As I marched up the steps, I couldnt believe I owned the place. The big old house was mine, which left me feeling excited and terrified at the same time. I shoved the key in the lock and turned the knob. I sighed with relief when the key worked.I opened the door and stuck my head in. Hello? As if I had expected the ghosts to answer.Honestly, I prayed I wouldnt get a response. Id had enough excitement to last me for a whilea relaxing morning wasnt too much to ask for. The stale, musty air hit meId have to air the place out. I turned to my right and entered the parlor. Walking over to the mantel, I ran my hand along the intricate details, trailing the scroll pattern. They didnt build houses like that anymore.I twirled my keys between my fingers and whistled as I made my way through each room, trying to memorize every detail so I could daydream later. A cobweb dangled from the large once-gold chandelier in the dining room and I knocked it down on my way through to the kitchen. I sauntered into the room and surveyed the mess. The leaky sink faucet dripped a rhythm. A large piece of duct tape repaired the cracked window at the back of the room. Maybe Id throw some paint on the cabinets and bring them back to life. I set my keys on the countertop and opened the cabinet doors for a closer examination. The orangey-colored oak cabinets were outdated, but there was no way Id replace them.Through the hallway was a small door. I wrapped my hand around the tarnished brass knob and yanked on the door, almost afraid of what Id find. Dust motes escaped and floated through the air as I poked my head in the cramped space. A narrow staircase loomed all the way to the third floor. Where did the stairs lead?The stairs were steeper than Id thought, but I kept my eyes forward. My heart pounded. It wasnt just the climbing that made me have that reaction. The spirit of a serial killer could haunt the place for all I knew and I might be walking into his trap. A mean ghost wasnt something to mess around with.A loud thump echoed and I felt a sickening drop in my stomach. Was it the wind? I forced my feet to move up a few more steps. The bang rang out again from somewhere nearby. The clomp of footsteps echoed across the space. What if the killer was in the house? After all, it had been Paynes property until yesterday.I tiptoed the rest of the way up the stairs. My eyes widened with fear and goose bumps broke out on my arms. I could handle a haunted house, but if the real-life killer found me, I would be helpless. I looked to the large bedroom on my left. No intruder or ghost in sight. A dark and foreboding feeling enveloped me. Shadows from the swaying branches outside played off the walls. Dirt covered the window blocking a considerable amount of natural light. I eased across the room, trying to quiet the click-a-clack of my shoes against the plank floor.This is one heck of a house. The oh-so-familiar twang tone floated through the air.Mama. I groaned.She stepped from the room across the hall and stood in front of me, wearing zebra-print skintight pants, and a red sequined blouse. Red high-heels completed the outfit. She held her little white dog in her arms.My gosh, Mama, what are you doing here? You almost gave me a heart attack. I clutched my chest.Im sorry, but I came to help, remember? I told you Id be here early. You all right? I was so worried. She wrapped her arms around me. Her citrusy scent hung in the air.I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand, and then nodded. Im fine. How did you get in here?The front door was open. She gave a flash of curiosity.It was?A chill ran down my spine. It was locked when I arrived, and locked yesterday when I had tried to enter. What was going on?I heard you found the body. Its just horrible. My poor baby. You want to talk about what happened?Maybe later. I grinned halfheartedly.This place is gorgeous. We can do so much with it. Her finger glided across the worn wallpaper.I was thankful she hadnt pushed the murder subject.We can do no such thing. Im doing this all by myself.She snorted. Well see about that.

Chapter NineThanks for the vote of confidence. I said as we walked out of the room and into the hallway.Why did she insist on coming by so early? I didnt do early-mornings well, and she knew thatespecially before coffee.My gosh, Mama, this is how you dress to work around the house? I eyed her brightly lacquered fingers.She zipped by and bounced down the stairs. Her only response a shrug of her shoulders.She paused halfway down. Her dark hair didnt move an inch. This is divine, but its a ton of work for one person. She rubbed the wooden banister.The little white poodle under her arm growled at me. A lot of work for one person or me?It really is beautiful, she said. I cant get over it. Whoever built the place had a lot of money back then.Come on, Mama, I need coffee.I grabbed her arm and helped her the rest of the way down. Good thing I brought the coffee maker because I needed massive amounts of caffeine.You always did have big dreams. She sat the dog down, then placed her hands on her round hips.I didnt offer a response. Ill be right back. Just gonna fetch the coffee and maker from the car.On my way back from the car, I happened to glance next door. My new neighbor was nowhere in sight. Thank goodness. I trudged back inside, removed the contents of my bag, switched the coffeemaker on, and grabbed a couple of paper cups.You gonna have help fixing up this place? my mother rubbed the poodles stomach.Sure. But I can do a lot myself. Im thinking of painting these cabinets.I handed her the cup and watched as she added too much sugar.Well, I should hope so. Youll need all the help you can get, she said.I didnt offer a comment. She had taught me if I didnt have anything nice to saybite my tongue.I need to run into town for a bit this morning, Mama. Do you mind if I leave you here?I needed to collect my racing thoughts.NoI guess not. She eyed the room with a frown. You go right ahead. Ill start cleaning up in here. Ill at least sweep the floor and wash these cabinets down. She motioned.You will? My eyebrows rose.Sure, I said Id help and Im here, arent I? But I wont do anything too physical now, you hear? She pointed.Thanks, Mama. I really do appreciate your help. And I really did. Just not too much help. It was my project, after all.Think nothin of it, Sugar. By the way, you really should do something about those bags under your eyes. Her brow puckered. Are you getting any sleep?Again, no comment.She set her cup on the counter, crouched down and picked at the loose tiles. It was a funny sight, to say the least, those zebra pants swooshing back and forth. I cringed. Her outfit needed to be outlawed. Penal code 1234. Punishable by one year of no trips to rummage sales.Ill be back soon, Mama. I finished the last of my coffee and grabbed my purse.Have fun and please be careful. Try to stay out of trouble this time. She wiggled her finger in my direction.I will. I rolled my eyes.The way I saw it, Payne Coopers body found me, for heavens sake. I hadnt asked for trouble. Turning around, I reached and fumbled for the keys. They were gone.I put my keys right here and now theyre gone. Have you seen them? I tapped on the Formica.She looked up from her coffee. No.I searched behind and beside the old refrigerator, thinking they may have fallen, then scoured the floor and countertops. The keys were not in sight.Im sure I left them there. I pointed to the counter. Im positive of it.Maybe you should retrace your steps? She surveyed the room.Ill look upstairs. Why dont you check down here?She nodded.We searched every room. The bedrooms, bathrooms, and I even looked in closets. The keys were nowhere to be found. It looked as if the ghost was ready for tricks. I didnt tell my mother the place was haunted. It would only freak her out. She didnt handle things of that nature well. I prayed the ghost would behave while I was gone.I have no idea where they could be. I blew out a breath, then walked over and peeked beside the refrigerator again, still wondering if they fellI even looked inside the darn thing.The keys must have fallen somewhere we cant see. My mother offered with an exasperated look on her face.I guess. I shrugged.We shuffled out the front door onto the porchthe last place to look.There they are. She chirped. How the hell did they end up out here?I must have dropped them. I had just fibbed for a ghost. What was next?She shook her head. Youre scatterbrained like Aunt Lydia. You know what you need? You need one of those elastic bracelet key chains like we bought her when she kept locking herself out of the house.Thats me. Just call me ditzy. I snorted. Now Mama had me going senile at twenty-seven-years old.She chuckled and went back inside, waving over her shoulder.I shook my head and stepped off the porch. My gaze turned again to the house next door. What was I looking for? Certainly, not Mr. Handyman.

Chapter TenI soaked in the scenery during my ride along the curvy stretch of highway. Trees showed off their fall shades of auburn, yellow, and green. Horse farms surrounded by black pasture fencing sat on each side of the road. Occasionally, moss-covered stone fences flanked the narrow country path.As I steered, I daydreamed about my future. Visions of the old house clean and in perfect condition danced through my head. My future had endless possibilities, open just like the road in front of me, but I felt pressure to succeed.As I navigated the road, I tried to keep myself from thinking of Payne Cooper, but a terrifying thought popped into my head: what if the killer really came after me? Say, oh-I-dont-know-like, while I was driving to town. I trembled at the notion. No, I couldnt live in fear.The historic section of town was full of old buildings and cobblestone streets. Brick sidewalks and ornate black lampposts with matching planters lined the length of Main Street. Everything anyone needed was right there in townfrom an old-time barbershop to bookstore.My reason for making the trip was Home Depot, but Id caught a glimpse of a new boutique the other day and couldnt wait another minute to check it out. I parked my car right in front, not a lot of shoppers out at that time of the morning. The cute Sweet Suzies sign dangled above the doora pink background with a colorful rendering of a round-faced cartoon-style Suzie. I pushed on the old door and stepped inside. A bell chimed announcing my entrance. The aroma of cinnamon and other spices hit me. A comfy feeling enveloped me.Welcome to Sweet Suzies, a sweet southern voice said. A round-faced woman with short brown hair looked up from her paperwork. May I help you?Thank you, Im just browsing. You have a lovely shop. I glanced around. Whimsical hand-painted signs with colorful sayings dotted the walls. Knickknacks lined the many shelves.Youre Alabama Hargrove, arent you? She asked with a huge smile.Yes, Im Alabama. I scrunched my brow.Apparently, I was already the talk of town.Im Suzie Simmons. I heard about what happened to you, and let me just say, its terrible. How are you holding up? I can only imagine how you must feel. She paused to catch her breath. It must have been terrible to discover Payne Cooper like that.Im doing all right. I diverted my eyes, looking around the store. I hoped she would take the hint. Too many horrific visions popped into my head.Well, Im glad to hear that. Are you looking for something specific? I could the feeling she was suspicious of my visit.Im not sure. Everything is so nice. I suppose Ill know it when I see it. Your store is so charming.Thank you. That is so sweet of you to say.I sniffed a candle. This smells divine.Dont you just love those? Im the only store around these parts that carries them. She shuffled papers, then smiled.Oh, I guess I need a bunch then. I chuckled.The bell on the door jingled announcing another customer and we turned to see whod entered.Well, if it isnt Carolyn. Its about time you stopped by, Suzie said.I looked at the woman as she moved our way. Her appearance was if she was going for the fortuneteller-chic look. Her long auburn hair fell to her shoulders. She wore a long white skirt that swayed with each swing of her hips and a brown blouse that reached below her waist with wisps of fabric hanging from each side.I sense tragedy around you. Plus, theres a spirit here with you. She waved her hands through the air.Carolyn, this is Alabama Hargrove. She informed her with a wink.Oh, you are too precious. And so pretty, too. Carolyn stared me up and down.Alabama, this is Carolyn Flanagan. Shes not real subtle. Suzie chuckled. If you didnt take her hint, shes a psychic.A psychic medium, Carolyn corrected. I see and hear spirits.Another psychic in Rosewood? I was surprised I had heard about her already. Lacey was the only psychic in the area that I knew of. I needed to get out more. Maybe I stayed home and moped over my lack of successful career too much.Pleased to meet you. She gripped my hand in a tight squeeze.So you see spirits?Thats right. She grinned. But dont think Im crazy or anything.Oh, no, I didnt. I dont.Theres a spirit with you here right now, she said matter-of-factly.I do? I looked around. This couldnt be good.An older man is standing right behind you. She pointed over my shoulder.I glanced over my shoulder, but saw no one.Hes attached to you for some reason, but I dont know why.Okay, this was a little creepy. Im not sure if I like the sound of that.Suzie glanced up from her paperwork occasionally, but she didnt appear to pay much attention to the conversation.Sorry, maybe I shouldnt have told you. She rubbed the sides of her head.No, no, Id rather know. Does he say anything?No. Nothing. He doesnt seem to want to talk.Hes wearing dark pants and a white shirt. Not from this time period, Carolyn said.Did you just move to town? I wouldnt tell her about my ghost-hunting or my psychic best friend.Yes, we just bought a cabin here on a few acres. Over on highway ten.I live off highway ten. Where did you move from? I asked.Moved here from Georgia. She smiled.Well, I hope you like it here. Rosewood is a great town.Im loving it so far. She winked.The only reason she was telling me was probably because shed heard about my ghost hunting.Alabama, you simply must come by my farm. Ill cook us a mess of beans and some cornbread. Well chat and have a grand time. She patted my arm.Thats nice of you to offer. Thanks, I said.Heres my number. She scribbled on a piece of paper. Call me.She handed Suzie cash for her candles and headed toward the front of the store. I tucked the paper in my pocket.Dont forget to call me. My cornbreads the best. She glided out the door.After contemplating Carolyns words for a few seconds, I snapped out of my reverie and selected a few candles. Cinnamon roll, handmade cookies, and blackberry cobbler...if I couldnt eat dessert, at least I could smell it. I handed Suzie my money.Would you happen to have another one of those black candle holders? I asked.Sorry, dear, no more, but I did order a few more. I can let you know when the shipment is in.That would be great. I can check back in with you. These I love these candles. I wont be able to resist your shop. I took another whiff.A regular customer...I like the sound of that. She handed me the pink bag containing my purchase. It had pink and white polka dot tissue paper peeking from the top. Stop by anytime you want to take a whiff of the candles. Her brown eyes twinkled when she smiled.I will. I waved over my shoulder as I bounced out the door.I wondered if the spirit was still following me? That was the last thing I needed.The uneasiness had lessened, I realized, as I stepped onto the sidewalk. I had a spring in my step and new candles in hand. As I stepped off the curb and strolled to the car, a loud roar caught my attention. The sound echoed in my head. Muted chrome and blue zoomed past. My hair swooshed as the wind from the speed of the car swirled around me, then I fumbled, grabbing the side of the car to stop from falling. My purse went one way and the bag of candles went the other.The blue sedan with dark tinted windows whizzed down the street. It had barely missed me. The car moved so quickly that I couldnt make out who was behind the wheel. My heart thundered in my chest after nearly being run over. I righted myself, brushed off my pants, blew the hair out of my eyes, and glanced around. Had anyone witnessed my near brush with death? I surveyed my body for injuries. It looked as if I had escaped any serious harm.With my near brush with death, a vision of Payne Cooper flashed in my mind and a chill rippled down my spine. I shuddered. Would I soon meet the same horrific fate as he had? A fine mist of rain began to fall, so I snatched up my purse, the bag, then stumbled to my car and headed to Maple Hill Road as fast as my dented-up Volvo would take me.Because of the latest event, I skipped Home DepotI was too shaken up. As I maneuvered up the driveway, I noticed my mother pacing up and down the sidewalk. She held her hand over her head in a feeble attempt at shielding her big bouffant hairdo from the drizzling rain.Snickers. Snickers. Snickers. She attempted to whisper, but her whisper was more of a shout.I knew why she was calling for Snickers. Her dog, of course. But to the average sane person, it probably appeared a crazy woman had escaped an insane asylum and was requesting a Snickers candy bar.Nosy-neighbor was perched on his front steps staring over at the circus show.I got a Milky Way bar over here for her. He gave a wicked grin.I shot him a cross glare as I slammed my car door shut. He chuckled while continuing to stare.

Chapter ElevenMama, for heavens sake, what are you doing? I asked.Snickers ran away. She frowned.How long has he been out?Just a couple of minutes. She fidgeted her hands.Ill find the dog. You go in and try to calm down.She let out a deep sigh, mumbled under her breath, then turned and dashed inside. The hinges on the door groaned in protest when she slammed it shut.The rain picked up as I searched for Snickers, trying to whisper his name so my neighbor wouldnt hear. My shoes squished in the wet grass. If I didnt find that dog, Mama would be impossible to deal with.You lose something? The male voice came from over my shoulder. I spun around and came face to face with sexy neighbor. He wore a faded blue t-shirt and jeans that fit in all the right places.This is Snickers? He held out the poodle. Nice name.Hes not my dog. My hands brushed against his firm arms as I grabbed Snickers.I felt a tickle in the pit of my stomach as he held my gaze. The dog squirmed in my arms. I moved back, then turned and ran up the steps to escape the downpourand Reed OHara.He was under the bushes, he said.Snickers had been watching us from under the hedge the entire time? If dogs could laugh, hed be chuckling.Dont I get a thank you? he asked.Thank you. I forced a smile. I wasnt exactly being Miss Manners. Maybe I needed to tone down my tough girl act.He climbed up the steps. Im good with a hammer.Excuse me? I quirked a brow.He stood in front of me and rubbed Snickers head. Did he have to stand so close? His musky scent invaded my space.If you need helpIm good with a hammer. He pointed toward the house.Oh, what makes you think I cant handle things? I gave a lopsided grin. Just because Im a woman means I need help?I didnt say that. One corner of his mouth lifted in a sexy grin.You didnt have to, I smirked. My daddy taught me things. So did my uncle.Im just trying to be a nice neighbor. He held his hands up in surrender, then blew out a breath and leaned back against the column. Heck, I thought about buying this place. But I figured its too much workand I know what Im doing. He looked me up and down. His words slipped out sexy with his southern drawl.I think I can handle this place, I said.Your pretty pink nails look as if theyve never seen a hard days work.I can hire people to do the hard stuff.So you havent worked hard?Thats not what I meant. I have worked very hard before. Many times, in fact.What do you do? He rested his arms in front of his muscular chest.As in career?He nodded. Yes.Currently?He chuckled. Yes, currently.I cleared my throat. Interior decorator.I averted my eyes from his gaze and waited for the snide remark.Yes, I can see how thats hard labor, tossing around fancy pillows and stuff.It can be tricky. I frowned.Whatever you say, princess.I am not a princess, I called as he walked away.The nerve. He was the most odious man I'd ever met, even if he smelled scrumptious. And had a smile that made Grandmas across the entire county want to be young again.Oh, go hammer something, I yelled.He waved his hammer without looking over his shoulder.

Chapter TwelveMama, what were you doing? What happened? I asked as I stormed through the door.Snickers let out a yelp as I handed him to her.The cabinets are filthy. She gestured her head toward the kitchen.What does that have to do with the price of eggs? I asked.Im getting to it. Just give me a chance. She paused. So, I decided to scrub them down. I was wiping away when I heard the front door open. Snickers squirmed in her arms. I went to see who was there and the door stood wide open. She made a sweeping gesture with one arm. Her other arm held the dog close to her chest. Snickers was running down the steps. She patted at her damp head. Her hair was so shellacked any amount of rain wouldnt affect it.Howd the door open? I asked. As if I didnt know. I needed to call my ghost hunting partners right away. This place was a live one. No wonder Jim avoided my questionshe knew about the haunting. He probably thought I wouldnt buy the place if I knew. I needed to get rid of the ghosts if I wanted to turn this house around quickly.Hell if I know. She shrugged. Im positive it was closed. I guess the wind blew it open.Would she notice it wasnt windy outside?Well, hes safe now. I rubbed Snickers behind his ears.Thank goodness, she said and hugged the dog tighter to her bosom.How about we get some lunch? I knew she wanted to hear about my ordeal. I sensed it, plus, I knew her. Comfort food would ease my mood. As long as it wasnt mac-n-cheese.I cant. I need to get home to your daddy. Hell be missing me. She sashayed toward the door.My father, bless his heart, was oblivious to nearly everything. My mother had him wrapped around her bright red-tipped finger. I didnt bother to tell her about someone trying to hit me with a car. She was worried enough as it was.Bye, Mama, I gave her a hug and kiss.Be good, she whispered.Im always good, I said.She moved out the door onto the porch. Try to stay out of trouble, you hear? Call me, she said over her shoulder.I watched her pull out of the driveway. When I couldnt see her car any longer, I turned my gaze to the small brick ranch style house next door. The front lawn looked like a golfing green, not a fallen leaf in sight. Reed wasnt outside. He was probably inside hammering something.My near hit and run had left me flustered. There were crazy drivers in this town, but that was extreme. I stood in the middle of the dining room wondering where to start. Paint? Floors? Heck, I needed to call a handyman. I knew the floors needed work and the walls painted. The electric worked, so one less thing to worry about. The bathrooms had old, chipped tubs, leaky faucets, and out of date moldy tiles. My latest copy of Home Renovation magazine said nothing adds value like a remodeled bathroom, so Id make those a top priority. I was anxious to get to Home Depot and pick out colors. Warm shades like greens, yellows, and reds were my favorites.As I stood in the middle of the room, I wiped my hands on my shirt and looked around the space. Sure, a lot needed to be done, but I couldnt allow it to intimidate me. There was one thing I knew I could do on my own, though, and Id brought the materials. Apprehension made my stomach feel as if a ton of rocks had been dumped into it. Id scavenged in my Uncle Oscars garage the other day when I found out my offer on this place had been accepted and found supplies for patching the plaster wall in the library. There was a hole the size of someones fist on the left hand wall when you walked into the room. The former occupant must have had a temper. I walked out to my car and gathered the bucket and other stuff into my arms. My gaze turned to Reeds house only once, so I was proud of my restraint.When I returned to the porch, the front door was shut. This ghost obviously had an issue with doors. I set my things down, opened the door, then scooped up the materials again. I took them to the library, placed them on the floor, then went back to the front door. It was still wide open like Id left it. Too bad it hadnt closed this timewould have saved me the trip back over.I secured the door, then returned to the library, ready to work some do-it-yourself-magic. Id show Reed OHara that I was more than capable of handy work. He wasnt the only one good with his hands. A vision of his strong hands flashed through my mind, but I shook it off.Good thing Uncle Oscar had a little bit of everything in his garage. Hes a pack rat and had issues with letting anything go. He could easily place a sign in the front yard with Flea Market written across it and have a steady stream of customers. After making my way around girly magazines, which dated back to the 1950s, and every As Seen On TV gadget hed every bought at two in the morning, I found the materials I needed. As many mishaps as my uncle had, he definitely needed to keep a stock of repair materials handy at all times. Like I said, he had everything. Did plaster mix have an expiration date?I knelt down on the floor with everything spread out in front of me. Not sure where exactly to start, I cut a piece of metal plaster lath, thats what Uncle Oscar called it, with a box cutter. It was just like a heavy screen. I was proud of myself for not cutting my hand off and remembering to cut the darn thing slightly larger than the hole I needed to patch. Whos the dummy now, Mr. Fix-It?With a couple of twist ties in hand, I wrapped them through the screen and fastened them, twisting tightly so they wouldnt come loose. I stood, assessing the work to be done, then walked over to the wall and stuffed the screen through the hole. My stomach danced wondering if I was screwing something up. I pulled the screen up close to the wall and then took a small stick from my pocket, fastening it to the ties. The stick secured the screen-like material in place. Id have never figured that out on my own if it hadnt been for reading