The Rantham Street Haunting

Page eleven

"Thank you, hon." said Jovie, as she waddled into the living room.

"We live right across the street. You can see our house from the kitchen window." the couple said, pointing in the direction of their home.

"How long have you lived there?" asked Hank, as he pulled a few kitchen chairs in for him, and his family to sit on.

"Sixty-four years." Said Howard.

"No one lived in this house when we moved to the neighborhood. Anyone who did, moved out after only a couple of weeks." Jovie said.

Breeanan got a wave of shock the very instant Jovie said that.

"Would you two like anything to drink? We have water, juice, tea, coffee...."

"I'll take coffee, please. Would you, honey?" Jovie asked.

"yes, please." Howard mumbled.

The man doesn't talk much.

"Do you know anyone with a pet bobcat?" asked Breeanan.

"Oh that's our bobcat. We used to have a wildlife rescue center about ten years ago. Tim was born after we rescued his mother, who was too ill and weak to take care of her kittens in the wild. Tim was the runt, and we took care of him even after we released his siblings into the wild. We became very attached to Tim and ended up keeping him as a pet."

The old woman finished with a sip of her coffee.

"That's sweet!" said Breeanan.

Jovie smiled.

"So why don't you own the wildlife rescue anymore?" asked Mitchell, with a bit of concern in his voice.

"Well sonny,we Howard and I had to retire. We got old and incapable of taking care of all the animals all the time. I really wish that were'nt the case though, believe me." There was a pause as everyone sipped their drinks.

"Have any surprises happened yet?" asked Jovie.

"What do you mean?" asked Lydia.

"So nothing strange has happened here, yet?" asked the old woman as she set her mug down.

"What do you mean?!" Lydia asked again.

"You'll see...."