Ghost of a Chance Book 1 in Above the Grave Trilogy by Kara Kirkendoll

over the window jerked shut. This was starting to get
a little old she decided. “This will be my room.” She said
aloud, and watched the stand-up mirror go crashing to the
floor.
    Drew didn’
t know that much about ghosts, but she
didn’t think that they were supposed to have that much power.
This one was evidently pissed and packing some energy. The
thought of sleeping another night under its roof was beginning
to make her a little uneasy. If it had enough power to move
things, to slam things, could it have enough power to hurt her?
Of course it could, but would it?
    She went back to the hall way and found another door
on the opposite
side.
She assumed that
it
was
another
bedroom, but when she opened the door she found that it had
probably been a walk in closet at one time and was now a
completely updated bathroom.
Good, a toilet and a stand up
shower, she had begun to wonder. Again, the stickers from the
store were still on the shower doors.
    There were two more doors, one on each side of the
hallway, they were both bedrooms, and were just as lovely as
the first one. When she came to the end of the hallway she
stood in another sitting room, a little smaller than the front
room and much more personal it seemed. The light that she
had seen was coming from two large glass doors that led to the
back yard.
    Her ghost must have tired as she didn’t feel it
following her anymore. Maybe it was a demon, she doubted
that though. Did demons play the piano and dress up in dust
clothes? She doubted that as well.
    Through the two glass doors she found the swimming
pool. It looked like it had been redone as well. She could tell
that even though the original stone had been used around the
top of the pool, the inside of the pool and the fact that it had a
new filter (with a sun faded store sticker) had to have been
done in her life time. It had been covered at one time, but part
of the cover had been blown up from the wind letting a little
rain water in the shallow end and lots of leaves.
That was
going to be a nasty slimy mess to clean up.
    There was some beautiful patio furniture that looked
like it had been made of a very heavy iron. The whole area
was astounding. How someone could have the money to put
into building a home like this was beyond her imagination let
alone fixing it up and never even getting the chance to live
there.
    Looking back at the house, Drew was beginning to
understand a little more why no one wanted to live there. Just
being out from under that roof gave her a sense of aloneness
that she didn’t have when she was inside of the house. There
were eyes on her in there, very angry, irritated eyes.
    She uncovered the pool the rest of the way and found
some pool supplies including a net in a little shed near the pool.
The shed was new and so were the pool chemicals and electric
pool cleaners that were stashed in the shed.
Whoever had
bought this house had sure spent a lot of money updating it.
She imagined that they just didn’t want to share.
She still
couldn’t believe that she bought it for only $5,000 though. The
guy must have been really afraid of her roommate. She knew
that he had lost a whole heck of a lot of money by selling it to
her that cheap.
    She decided to run through the nasty slimy water,
which was luckily only about ankle deep, with a net and try to
push it down to where the drain was.
She had also found a
broom and a water hose to help clean as well.
Since the pool
hadn’t been too dirty it only took her about twenty minutes to
get it clean enough to start filling it up. She figured that she
would let that little funny crawling pool cleaner suck on the
bottom where the leaves had stained the pool once she had the
pool filled up. She found the plug for the drain in the shed as
well and had just turned on the hose when she heard a doorbell
ring.
    The noise just about made her jump out of her boots,
which were slimy from the pool now. She kicked them off at
the back door and headed