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

she reached
the back sitting room then ran out through the patio doors. The
pool was definitely full. It hadn’t been that way for very long
though, which was good. It looked absolutely beautiful. There
were lights shining at the bottom of the pool that made the
entire thing glow. She almost forgot to turn the water off again
as
she
was mesmerized from
the sight.
The trees
that
surrounded the fence made peculiar shadows that reminded her
of dancers bowing over and over again as if they had just put
on the show of their life.
She was half expecting to see roses
thrown any minute.
    She couldn’t believe that she had her own swimming
pool. She had her own castle. She had her own everything.
Yet she still felt like there was something missing. Of course,
there always had been hadn’t there? She walked over to turn
off the water then jumped in.
“Holy shit!” She screamed as she shot up out of the
water. “That shit is freaking cold!”
    She jumped back out about as quickly as she had
jumped in.
Somehow the shadows looked like they were
shaking from laughter now, if that was possible.
It was
definitely time for a hot bath. She shivered her way into the
bedroom that she had claimed to be her own, not even caring
that she was getting the floor sopping wet all the way through
the downstairs. She turned the knob on that had a big H in the
middle and cussed again as brown water came out at first.
    She waited a few seconds and then as soon as the water
turned clear she jumped in.
Who would have thought that the
pool water would have been so cold?
It was Louisiana for
Christ’s sake! Nothing was cold in Louisiana especially not in
August!
The steaming hot bath water felt so good.
She
reached for
her
shampoo
then
realized that
she
had left
everything on the bed.
She also realized that she still had her
clothes on.
    She stepped back out of the bathtub and stripped off
her clothes then grabbed her soap, towel, shampoo, and razor.
She was just getting settled back in the tub when she had that
strange feeling that she was being watched.
“Not cool!” She said out loud. “Some things are
private. Go away!”
     
Then as if her invisible friend had heard her she felt the
presence leave just as quickly as it had come.
     
“Thank you.” She knew that this time she was only
talking to herself.
    So she had had a nice long nap, a freakishly cold swim
in her pool, and a very soothing hot bath (once she was alone).
She was now starving and remembered that there was still no
food in her house. She wondered if there was any place still
opened that would deliver for her.
She doubted that they
would come out that far even if there were.
She decided on
another granola, and to visit the supermarket in the morning.
She was also going to have to make a phone call to the cable
company. There was no way she was going to make it through
another day without television.
    When she came out of the kitchen with an ice cold diet
Pepsi (the refrigerator was working great) she noticed that her
bags were no longer in the living room. She was going to be
really pissed if she found them outside the front door again.
She looked out the door and didn’t see them.
    “Alright, what have you done with my ba
gs?
I am
starving and there is a granola bar just waiting for me in one of
them!”
No answer of course.
     
“Fine.” She started to head back to her room when she
noticed that there was a light on in one of the upstairs rooms.
“So, that’s where you are.” She said.
    She started to climb the stairs when all of a sudden the
light that she had seen on just seconds before had switched to
off. She felt a sudden gush of freezing cold air and then felt
herself flying up against the wall behind her. The force almost
knocked her out and it took a moment for her to realize what
had happened.
    She tried to gather herself before speaking. When she
opened her mouth to speak someone else spoke instead. It was
a man’s voice. A very gruff voice that