" Are we there yet, Mamma ?", Vanessa asked her mother from the backseat of her Grandpa's old station wagon .
Her mother inherited it from Vanessa's Oupa Jurie three months ago when he died of a heart attack .
Oupa Jurie had been very old .
He and her Ouma Lalie had her Mamma when they were both past forty .
They tried for twenty years to have a child and thought that they will never have the privilege to raise one when Ouma Lalie became pregnant with her Mamma .
A miracle , Oupa Jurie used to say .
Vanessa wasn't sure about that. She didn't believe in miracles .
Miracles didn't bring her Pappa back to them when he chose to marry Loutjie's Mamma .
" No, Vanessa . We still have a few more minutes ."
Vanessa stared out of the window at the passing scenery .
She saw farmland upon farmland .
This part of their new home was full of those .
The world was flat and she could see for miles to the furthest horizon .
Trees were sparse because the farmers cut them down to get more farmland to plant on .
" I need to pee," Vanessa's older sister Nicolette said , pinching her legs together in an attempt to hold it in .
" We'll stop at the garage on Groenwater ," their mother said ," I need to buy something for dinner anyway . If I remember correctly , the garage sells pies ."
That's right , their mother visited Groenwater when she was Vanessa's age . It used to be her own Ouma's hometown.
Hopefully the garage still existed and still sold pies .
Vanessa's strongly doubted that .
Nothing ever stayed the same . Towns changed as the times changed .
It wasn't the seventies anymore .
" I want a two litre Coke for myself ," Hannes, Vanessa and Nicolette's younger brother spoke up from where he sat hidden in the boot of the station wagon .
" No, you can't have one," Jurie, named after Oupa Jurie , grouched .
He was the oldest sibling and the grumpiest person Vanessa has ever known .
Then there was Alice ,the youngest and the mouthiest of all five of them .
She was asleep right now on Vanessa's lap .
" But I want one! ," Hannes cried and Vanessa shushed him immediately.
She'd had enough of Alice's loud mouth for one day .
" We'll see , Hannes," their mother said to keep the peace .
Hannes pouted , but stayed quiet and duck out of sight .
Vanessa continued watching the scenery .
She saw houses now and a river that separated some of the houses from each other , as well as the main part of town .
They drove past a green board that welcomed them to Groenwater and asking them to keep the town clean .
Vanessa wondered if the locals followed that instruction .
The sky was already darkening and street lights blinked into existence , but she couldn't see if there were rubbish lying around .
The old Ford Sierra station wagon parked at a garage that reminded Vanessa of an old movie she watched ,when boys wore brail cream in their hair and black leather jackets , riding Harley Davidsons and girls wore poodle skirts and curled their hair .
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Seeing Is Believing
ParanormalSometimes Seeing Isn't Believing . Will Vanessa convince her family that there are something wrong with their new house?. Will they believe her about the boy in the linen closet ?. Or the man in the hallway before the bathroom door?.