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Chapter 8.

I want to know what's in this house. Why was it just bothering me? I don't understand. I need to find out, and I'm going to. I had my take me to the town hall. When I told them about the house, and where it was. They told me it was the 'Styles home'. A widow mother owned the house. Her name is Anne, she was 65 when she died. Anne had a son, named Harry, he was 19 when he died. The police weren't sure how or what date of time when he died. Nobody knew he died till twenty years later. Knowing this horrified me. A spirit of a 18-year-old boy is following me, talking to me, watching me. My hear dropped to the floor.

"Harry was a dream..." I said aloud, but it was faint. I shook my head. "He was never a dream, it's all real." I sat there in horror. "Mother.. Father.. Jackson. What are they going to think?" My mouth made the words but no sound trailed along. Maybe I shouldn't tell them, they love this house. Plus, we just moved. They aren't going to want to move again. I can't ruin everything for them, and I'm not going to.

"I know you're here Harry." I said sitting in my bed, I was waiting for the worst to happen. I cradled my body in my arms. "Show yourself." I said loudly. I looked up, but saw nothing but empty space. Nothing there but my bed. I was shaking violently. I closed my eyes, and let out a sigh. I knew he was here. He's touched me, talked to me, I've even seen him in my dreams. Why wasn't he showing himself?

I fell a sleep. Drifting off in a sea of horrifying dreams. Like tsunami waves crashing down on a little village. I woke up. I was no longer sleeping. I opened my eyes. My vision was some-what blurry. I saw something, or someone. Siting at the end of my bed, looking at me.

"Jackson?" I rubbed my eyes. I heard no response. "Jackson." I said more louder. I rubbed my eyes again regaining my sight. My eyes connected with some one unfamiliar. The green meadow like eyes locked with mine. I got lost. I forgot about the world. I sat there in silence starring into the green orbs that made me feel at peace with the world. I realized the boy said nothing. I started to remember the information I had just learned. This was Harry. I'm actually seeing him. My heart stopped. I froze. He's sitting there, starring. I could see him, maybe.. I could touch him. I stretched out my hand. I was shaking. But, pulled through. I touched his cold skin. I felt his cotton shirt. My eyes widened.

"Hello Coraline." The raspy, melody like voice said. I jerked my arm back. Suddenly, he was gone. Again.