His Presence

The House

"Ah, here we are at last." Father said as he grabbed the last set of luggage from the musty smell that surrounded the jagged truck.

"It's beautiful dad." Charlynn smiled.
The room. A dull tone of gray paint had surrounded the small room. The balcony was the main treasure of the small room that now belonged to a young women by the name of Charlynn.

She inhaled the fresh coat of paint that had been plastered over by the owner. "If only you were here to see this mom..". "I'm sure she would have". Dad put his hand over his daughters shoulder.

"Aren't you happy. School starts in one more day. Come on, don't give me that face, new friends are just what you might need."

"It's not that dad. I just feel I don't have a place here in this small town. Why did we have to move from our old house, where all my childhood memories were. Now I have nothing."

"Your mother dying was not what any of us had coming. You know it. I'm tired of all this stress now that your mother has passed. I only have you left. Please, don't make this hard for me.."

He was right. Father had done so much.

"Sorry dad. I'll go unpack my belongings. Ask if you need help with anything!". She smiled before heading upstairs. Creaking of the stairs were one of a dozen things wrong with the house.

Feminine fingertips caressed the wall with such gentleness. Hazel eyes then gazed at the markings of the wall that she had not noticed.

The carving was faint. "What does it say?".
Ahazu.. 'What type of name is that?''

She jumped as she heard the loud bang on the door. "I'll get it!".
The young lady quickly ran to open the door for the unexpected visitor.

It was the owner. Mr. Van Jones.
"Yes sir, what can I do for you?". She asked.
Her dad appeared next to her as well.

"Look. There are many other houses in this neighborhood. Are you sure you want to live in this house?. I've lived in that house. I'm telling you strange things happen. Paranormal even.
I just don't want to get blamed for something that could occur."

"Like what?".

"I don't know. I do know that house should've been teared down. Burned to ground."

Dad stepped in. "Mr.Jones.. we are sure. This house is perfect for me and my daughter. We thank you for your hospitality."

The owner sighed. "I warned you. I'm leaving this town. I have a family to take care of. This town isn't one of the places to raise a family..".

"Bye Mr.Jones". Dad slowly closed the door on him.
The owner was gone.

"Dad.. is it true..?". Charlynn looked at her dad with concerned eyes. "Tch. You know demons and ghosts do not exist."

The daughter looked at the floor. "Yeah.. you're right."

"Geez. These boxes are heavy."
Setting them down on the floor Cherylnn unpacked her angel that always hung on the ceiling to her old room. She smiled.

But then..

Suddenly the door shut closed.. by itself.
She quickly turned to the sound.
A shudder rang through her spine as she clung her small fingers around the angel.

A faint whisper could be heard.

'The roses have wilted
The violets are dead
The demon runs circles
Round and round in YOUR head."

She gasped as she dropped her beloved angel.

When she went to pick it up.

The angel had shattered..