Ghost Girl Book 1

Prologue

The man in the dark green mini van hated the suburbs. Why do all the streets look alike he muttered to himself. He had been cruising up and down these streets looking for the perfect opportunity for the last 3 hours and was about to give up when he saw the perfect opportunity, nay, the golden opportunity. He parked the van about half a block away and watched his golden opportunity, as he watched he mused about how much he would make from this and what he would do with his money, hell he might even get a promotion out of this. Golden opportunity indeed. He knew the time to make his move was now , he rolled the van up slowly as not to cause alarm and put it in park. He learned from the last opportunity that having everything ready ahead of time was the key to success, he quietly slid the door open.

The twin girls were no more than seven and playing with their dolls in the front yard and there was no one around. As quick as a snake he wrapped his arm around each girl and tossed them into the van before they could even scream. He slammed the door quickly and sped off. As he drove out of the suburbs and towards the outskirts of town he started making a list of things he would need in order to make his opportunity comfortable until it was time for them to move on. He started his list with toys, and he would need food and drinks and appropriate clothes, he was lost in his list when the sound of crying and whimpering jarred him out of thought. He forgot about the crying part of this, with an exasperated sigh he slammed on the brakes, the two small girls went flying to the front of the van smashing their tiny heads against the back of the passenger seat, both girls lay there unconscious. Well that worked out he thought, oh and he needed to get cookies, yes kids love cookies.

The man drove up to the abandon farmhouse he had picked out, he spent the previous week surveilling the place to make sure it was in fact abandoned and there was no one squatting there. He slowly drove the van up the driveway and past the house, he kept driving until he was on the grass and parked the van behind the rotted shed with broken glass and holes in the wood, not the best cover but it will have to do he thought. He unloaded the groceries and the bags of clothes he bought for his opportunities into the dusty farmhouse kitchen then turned his attention to the opportunities who were huddled together against the van wall with their dirty overalls and tear stained cheeks, both still crying but making no noise, he looked at them with disgust and said in a menacing tone "were walking into this house and if either of you make a sound I will cut out your tongue and tie them around your neck, you understand me". The girls didn't move or speak just continued to cry, he stared nudging them towards the door when they didn't move he nudged harder and they both started shuffling their feet towards the door, once inside he made them sit on the kitchen floor with their backs against the fridge, he leaned in close and asked "you know how to wash your face and hands?" Both girls nodded yes, he rummaged in the bag and pulled out two wash cloths and ran them under the cold brown water that came from the taps and threw them at the girls. "Wash your face and hands, its almost picture time" he said with a sly grin and went back to unpacking the bags.