The noisy click of heels on the tiles downstairs woke me up. It was a brisk walk. Sure walk. Confused, I sat up in bed and blinked sleepily in front of me in the empty room. Still dazed by sleep, I tried to remember if any lady in heels lived with me in this old house. No, I live here alone, as I remember. A little scared of who woke me up in the middle of the night and what the hell is that man doing in my house, I got out of bed. I carefully took the doorknob, and quietly went out onto the stairs. I crouched slowly to see the lower floor. Who the hell is that?
Oh my god. A lady in a wide dress ran across the hall. The blood in my veins stopped. Suddenly a shiver ran down my spine. My legs were like lead. I couldn't move, and by the surprise of the lady in my house, I couldn't even catch my breath.
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The White Hart Residence
RomanceEverything has been upside down since Emily has came into the Farmer House. How long can ghosts pretend like nothing is happening? Buying an old property seemed like the best idea to Emily, but will the ghosts living here for centuries, which Emily...
