Daith looked around. I realized he knew he didn’t leave the lights on.
He reached into his coat pocket and didn’t seem to find what he was looking for. So he walked into the kitchen and grabbed the butcher knife. Then he glanced into the dining room, and seeing no one, came around to near the front door, listening intently.
I got up from the sofa and headed to the outside balcony. He seemed to hear something, because he looked directly at me. I didn’t think he could see me. A thrill ran through me, as I realized I had my Leader of the Pack’s full attention. It was sexual, it was powerful. I felt so alive, more so than when I had been alive. I knew there was something special about this guy. He was the one I had been looking for my whole life.
I trembled a bit, and something must have happened. The look on his face went from aggressive, and looking for an intruder, to absolutely terrified. He backed up against the wall. It was the last gesture I would have ever wanted from him.
“Don’t be afraid,” I said. “I’m just a woman. I’m sorry to startle you.”
He didn’t relax. He didn’t speak. He stared at me. There was horror, and fear, on his face.
I couldn’t imagine a worse first impression.
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The Almost Rock Star (A Ghost Story) (DRAFT)
ParanormalI'm a runaway millionaire's daughter. I'm sexy, and hot. And murdered. Before I was killed, I was making it as a singer/waitress. Death came to my door instead of my "Leader of the Pack," my James Dean who did dishes. Um. There is no life after dea...
