I wake up the next morning to the sound of someone beating down my door. I drag myself to the front of the house and unlock the old wooded entrance to find Charlie standing on my front porch.

I wipe the sleep from my eyes, "I've been knocking on your door for twenty minutes why weren't you up?" He asks me.

I stretch my arms out behind me before answering. "Why would I need to be up?"

"You start work today remember?"

Shit. I forgot all about me agreeing to work at the cemetery with Charlie.

"I'm sorry I forgot."

"It's fine, now get dressed we need to work fast to catch up on the time we lost."

After Charlie told me to meet him in the backyard once I was dressed, he left. I ran around my room, grabbing an old T-shirt and jeans and pair of tennis shoes, I walked into the kitchen grabbing me a banana and headed towards the back door.

I really wish Charlie would have at least told me what time I was supposed to meet him today maybe I wouldn't have forgotten. I opened the sliding door before meeting Charlie in the back yard. "Took you long enough, what you have to do, put makeup on?" He yelled from the other side of the gate.

I just laughed him off and followed him into the graveyard after he 'unlocked' the door. "Alright, I want you to start with taking this trash bag," he said heading me the black bag, "And pick up all of the fake flowers, throwing the ones that look old away."

I took the bags and starting picking the old flower arrangements off of the tombstones and throwing them away. After getting about half the cemetery done, which took over an hour, all the trash bags Charlie had given me were full. I started heading back to the front of the graveyard so I could throw these away and get some more, but before I could an elderly women stopped me. "Sir? Is there anyway you could fix my husbands stone it seem to be split right down the middle."

I followed her gaze to the old tombstone that looked very old. "I'm not really sure... I just started working here today but if you'll follow me I can ask my boss for you." I wasn't really sure if Charlie was my boss or not, but what else could he be?

"Oh, I better be going anyway." I turn towards where she was standing but she was gone.

Where the hell did she go? I look all around me, trying to find a obvious reason as to where she could have went, but there was none. I started walking back towards the front of the cemetery to find Charlie. "What took you so long?" he yelled from a few feet away.

Did I really want to tell him about the old lady? Will he think I'm crazy? Probably, but Charlie is crazy enough as it is. "An old women stopped me and asked if I could fix her husbands tombstone." I said, laying the two garbage bags in the trashcan.

"Well, you must be imagining things because the cemetery is closed today for maintenance." This can't be true. Maybe the old women just snuck in or something that has to be it. "Or maybe she was a ghost." He said with all seriousness, then he cracked a smile and told me, "I'm joking, but did you see your face? It was priceless."

I know my mouth had to of hit the ground. "Yeah, real funny." I grabbed another bag and headed back to the cemetery. Charlie sure was acting weird, yet I too was talking about an elderly lady talking to me.

After another hour of throwing away flowers, I was finally done. Charlie told me to get on the mower and start mowing around the stones. I was a bit nervous to do it because I didn't really like the idea of mowing over dead people, but I did it anyway.

That took most of the day, so Charlie said I could go ahead and go home. I hurried in the house since it looked like it might storm.

I took a shower washing, all the sweat from my body and making myself smell clean instead of smelling like grass. After I was done, I wrapped the white towel around my waist and shook my head a few times, ridding my hair of some of the water. I walked out of the bathroom and into my room to put some clothes on and dug through my drawers, which are very unorganized. My mother would have a cow if she saw them, but I'm hoping when she comes down this weekend she won't bother to look through my stuff.

I pull out a pair of black boxers and a black top and after I went into the kitchen to grab me a snack, I looked through the cabinets, only to find some chips. I settled on them and went back into my room and turned the TV. Nothings on as usual.

I hear a bang upstairs the noise causing me to drop my chips onto the ground. I picked them up, sweeping the bed clean from crumbs. I knew what the sound was and honestly this girl was getting on my nerves. I know I should be running home to mommy after the first time I heard her, but if she's a ghost, why is she here? Why do ghost even exist? What's her purpose here?

So many questions are whirling through my head I'm not even for sure which one I should figure out first. I grab my laptop from the side table, going straight to Google. If anything can help me understand this 'ghost girl' than Google is a good start.

I type in 'Ghost Hunters' laughing at what I typed in, but to my surprise some links and articles popped up. I pushed on one, reading some on it. It's about people who hunt down ghosts for a living, you can hire someone to come to your house and bring all types of ghostly gadgets. I almost push the bar reading, 'find ghost hunters near you,' but decide against it.

I need to figure this out on my own and fast too, my mother will be arriving in just a few short days and if she finds out this house is actually haunted and not just a made up story she'll haul my ass back to New York before I even get a word in to protest against it.

I set my computer on the nightstand beside me and cover up, trying to block out the noise of my ghost roommate. The next morning I wake up ten minutes before my alarms sounds.

Charlie told me yesterday to meet him in the backyard at eight thirty, so I get out of bed heading for the kitchen. As I'm fixing my coffee I notice rain pouring down outside. I swear this town is cursed, all it does is rain here. Just as my coffee is hot and ready, I see Charlie making his way to my screened in porch. From the backyard, I walk to the back door unlocking it just as he standing before me. "Is it eight thirty already?" I asked, looking around for a clock to indicate I was late for work.

"No, no, we won't be working today a storm is brewing." Brewing, really?

"Oh, okay." I say as both standing there awkwardly. "You can come in if you want?" I ask him.

I know I won't be doing anything all day so I might as well have someone to spend it with, even though Charlie is a bit weird. "Sure," he says and we both walk back into the kitchen.

I fix myself a cup of coffee before offering Charlie some. "So, tell me some more about the Sextons."

I'm hoping he won't shut me down on it, because the more I know about them, the more I'll be able to understand why their daughter haunts my house.

"Harry, I'm really not sure why you're so interested in them, they're dead and not coming back." He tells me dryly.

"I'm interested in them because their daughter, Anna, haunts my home." I fire back and Charlie looks a bit stunned.

"I know she does, but maybe you should just let it go?" I can't just let it go, when there is an freaking ghost upstairs doing only Gods knows what.

"I can't just let it go, Charlie, I thought I would be able too, but that was before I saw her with my very own eyes!" His eyes widen at what I just said, but it was true, I still couldn't believe it myself.

"When did this happen?" He asked, calming his breathing somewhat.

"A couple nights ago, I wanted to figure out what all the noise was for, and well, I figured it out and I saw her. It was frighting. I will admit, I screamed and she screamed as well." I told him truthfully. "And, I need to figure out the reason she is here."

Charlie looks at me with disbelief, "You can't seriously want to investigate this. You just need to let this go." He tries to tell me but I won't listen.

"I can't let it go, you're going to help me." I'm really not sure why I'm being so demanding, but he needs to know I'm serious about doing this.

"Why me?" He asks, raising a brow.

"Because you know the most about the Sextons."

After talking with Charlie for probably thirty minutes, I convinced him to come upstairs with me. I didn't think he would actually, but being demanding really gets you places. The door creaks as it slowly opens, I'm not really sure what were going to find, but I hope it's nothing bad.

{A/N}

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