The Haunting of Sunshine Girl

Chapter 3

Update on the baby monitors:

Nothing.
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It's Christmas!

God, is she excited.

Maybe the ghosts are excited too.
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Sunshine is going to try and be more proactive. She wants to learn the history of the house. She wants to take in everything there is to know, ponder, and decide.

Okay, maybe a local expert is a little far, but she still has plans. Maybe they'll know about other haunted houses. Maybe they'll know what the hell is going on here and — hopefully — they can reassure Sunshine that Creepy Lady is just that creepy.

Would the little old lady a few doors down know anything?

Maybe the homeowners would know. She's sure they've had people leave the house for weird shit going down. They'd know best out of everyone.

She is just a teenager, though. Maybe she's completely off.

Maybe digging deeper into this mystery is a bad idea in and of itself.
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Why the hell is someone BANGING on the door when Sunshine is home alone?

She has her camera out, she's talking about how she loves the smell of books, and she has to be interrupted by whoever is on her front porch.

God, if it's a ghost —

She walks to the front door, confused, until she sees who it is.

Creepy Lady.

Creepy Lady is standing there.

Sunshine pulls back the screen and hesitates, eyes wide. "..Hello?"

The woman's eyes flicker around dangerously. It's almost like she can't keep her gaze locked on a certain thing.

"Hellooo..." She asks again.

"Is this your house.." Creepy Lady asks, voice raspy and low, eyes dark and brooding. Sunshine can't detect an ounce of emotion within those words.

"Mmhm.."

A long pause, and the woman finally meets Sunshine's gaze. "You live here." Is that a question or a statement?

"Mhm.."

She looks scared, maybe. Or, is that her usual expression?

"Do you know something about my —"

"You can't be here."

The words are like poison. It sends ice through Sunshine's limbs, flicking at her veins and opening up her chest. She can't move.

"Why not?"

What else is she supposed to say?

"It's not safe."

A long, drawn out pause.

"Leave this house."

What?

"It's not safe."

Double what?

"You MUST leave this house."

What in the world —

"But —" Sunshine tries to start.

"Leave."

The woman looks in to the living room.

"You must leave this house! LEAVE! LEAVE! NOW!"

Sunshine backpedals and closes the door. The woman immediately turns and quickly walks away.