Red Ribbons on Her Wrists

The move.

"My name is Autumn Smith and I'm a journalist student at Penn State University. I have with me Landon young who has a story to share. Where would you like to start Mr. Young?"

Young: please call me Landon, and I guess the beginning right. The best place to start. I moved into the apartment over the butcher in late august. My mother was desperately trying to stay after the last boxes had been moved in, she wanted to do a cleaning.

Smith: Like mopping floors and dusting?

Young: No, I mean burning sage and chanting chants to ward off spirits. My mom has been into the supernatural and afterlife since before I was born. Which makes her and my ex police detective father an odd pair. He'd been retired from the force for about 5 years when I moved into my place. That day I was mentally begging him to just get her out of there, so I could relax and not deal with her morbid mumbo jumbo. Now I kind of wish Id have let her do it.

Smith: why is that?

Young: Probably would of saved me a lot of heartache, but anyways all in due time. So my dad convinced my mother to leave and finally I had my place all to myself. I looked around at the boxes and thought of unpacking but then decided against it. I had all the time in the world for that, so I flung myself on my second hand couch and let out a whoop of triumph. I did it, I was out on my own in school, with a decent part time job in my very own place. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a red blur and then that feeling, you know the one you get when someone is watching you suddenly came over me and I sat upright to see a girl in my doorway. She looked to be about seventeen and had long curly brown hair, olive skin and she was wearing a tee shirt dress with a flannel over it. There was nothing extraordinary about her, save her eyes. They were breathtaking and frightening, seemingly assaulting me from across the room. She made me nervous but I had been raised right, I figured she must have been the butchers daughter, so I tried to introduce myself. As soon as the words hello I'm Landon escaped my lips a confused look crossed her face and she bolted from my door.