The Shield One-Shots Book 3

Ghosts Of The Past Pt3/Ambrollins

Seth sat on the couch beside Bobby, cups of coffee in their hands, as he looked at all of the pictures he had brought with him and listened to the stories about his past. He stared at every picture in amazement, these were exactly what he needed to complete the renovations on the house and yard. As he listened to Bobby's past in the house, he quickly realized that the kind man didn't mention any kind of supernatural experiences. That, of course, could mean only one of two things, one, he had never experienced anything while living here. Or, number two, he had, but he didn't want to tell Seth because he didn't want him to think that he was crazy.

"Are you alright, Seth?" Bobby's voice spoke, breaking into Seth's thoughts.

"Uh, yeah, I'm fine." Seth replied smiling. "Would you like another coffee?" He asked, as he quickly stood up.

"No, thank you, I'm still working on this one." Bobby answered.

"Okay, well, I'm just going to get a refill, and then we..."

"It's happening again, isn't it?" Bobby asked sighing, cutting Seth off.

"What?"

"You're experiencing it too, aren't you, Seth?"

"I...I have no idea what you're talking about." Seth lied, he wasn't sure why he had lied, it had just come out.

"It's alright, Seth, I assure you, you are not the first one to have them." Bobby assured him.

"So, you also had..."

"No, no, I've never experienced anything, but others before you who have lived here have." Bobby said, cutting him off again, as Seth sat back down.

"Oh." Seth said quietly, he had hoped hearing that would have made him feel a little better, but all it did was make him feel...anxious.

"Honestly, when you didn't bring anything up about it I had thought that it had stopped."

"W-when did it start?" Seth asked.

"Hm...let me think." Bobby said sighing again, as he leaned back against the couch. "I believe it all started not long after the very unfortunate tragedy that happened to the two, young men I sold the house to after I grew too old to stay here any longer."

"Tragedy?"

"Yes, I'm afraid they were both victims of a very horrible crime. I'm sure Mr. Fields, your Real Estate Agent told you all about it?"

"No, he didn't actually." Seth replied sighing.

"Oh, well, I'll tell you then, my memory has gotten bad in my old age, but I will never forget them or what happened to them here in this house. I apologize now though, if some things get a little fuzzy." Bobby said smiling sadly.

"It's alright, Bobby, thank you for telling me."

"Okay, well, a few years ago, I got too old to be able to take care of this big house and the grounds all by myself, you see, my wife died and we never had any children of our own. So, I decided to sell it, this house has been in my family for generations and it wasn't a choice I took lightly. I knew there were a lot of repairs to be done, the pipes and electricity were the only things still working like they used to. Knowing that, I wasn't expecting a large sum of money, in fact, I really didn't care about the money, I have plenty in the bank. I just wanted someone to buy it that would love the house as much as I did."

"Did you find someone?" Seth asked.

"I did, I found two actually." Bobby answered smiling. "They were both young, but they fell in love with the house as soon as they saw it and offered me a fair price. They were both kind, loving, generous men who quickly became like sons to me. It started off with them stopping by to talk about the renovations they wanted to do to the house, like you, they wanted to restore it to the way it was when I was a child. Over time we became friends and then I thought of them as the sons I never had, they came to dinner, they visited me every day, things like that." He said, remembering his old friends, who he missed terribly.