All Chapters of To Be Caressed By A Spirit: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

I stood on the sidewalk. The walkway up to the old house in front of me. I looked up at the old gothic Victorian style home. Did I make a mistake? I was beginning to second guess myself. How was I supposed to renovate an entire house on my own? I was a receptionist. The grass was overtaking the cement walkway up to the house. You could barely see the steps that led up to the front of the house due to all the bushes being overgrown. I took a deep breath and began to walk towards the home that I had just bought at the Memphis auction. It has always been a dream of mine to live in an old Victorian home. Of course, the homes that were already renovated were completely out of my budget. Charlie had talked me into going to the auction and maybe finding a fixer upper. Charlie had been my rock for the last nine months as I went through court dates and lawyers making sure that Ryan paid for the abuse that he had put me through. When I was close to giving up because it seemed that it was a nev

Cleaning the house from top to bottom was a bit more of an undertaking than I had expected. The house was large, and I needed to start with the first floor before moving onto the bedrooms upstairs. I decided the best thing to do was to begin in the kitchen. I started clearing the counters off and getting rid of all unwanted garbage. I also had to start a donation pile. There was some room in the closet under the stairs to store things until I could take them to the local drop bin. As I was wiping down the counters and removing any unwanted spider friends from the kitchen, I noticed that where I thought I dropped something, it seemed to move to the other side of the kitchen. It was starting to irritate me. I chided myself about not being able to keep track of anything. The good part of my day was spent cleaning the kitchen and making it at least usable so that I could get some groceries. I was not the biggest fan of constantly having to order out. I much preferred making my own meals.

I walked back into the hardware store. The older man was up at the register again. He greeted me as I came through the front door. "Back again? What can I help you with today?" he asked nicely. I gave him a warm smile. "New door locks?" The man pointed down the third aisle. I thanked him and headed in that direction. I looked through the various choices and decided that I would rather spend a little more money on one that offered more protection against a break-in. I grabbed the package that contained the new door locks and walked to the front of the store. The old man lifted an eyebrow at me as he scanned my purchase. "Have a burglar issue?" He asked. He sounded like he was trying at conversation. I only nodded. It was better than explaining what had happened. Knowing my luck, the topic of ghosts would get brought up again. He told me my cost and I pulled my card out and paid for the new lock. I thanked the man and headed back towards the house. As I stood on the pavement and pe

"Haunt? As in you are a ghost?" I could not believe the words that were coming out of my mouth. I should probably get checked into a hospital at this point. "Correct. I died in the forties and have been stuck here since. However, you are the first one who has been able to see me." Jesse said. He looked relieved as he said this. I could only imagine how lonely of a feeling it was. They exist but no one be able to see you. What was I saying? I was trying to sympathize with a ghost. "So... Are you looking to pass on?" I was unsure how to proceed. The only thing I had to go off of was movies or shows that I had seen, and they usually mention finding the light. Was that a real thing? "I have been trying to find out what I need to do to pass over, but up until now, no such luck I am afraid." Jesse held up his hands and shrugged. We stood there, in the small room staring at one another. Jesse watched me with concern, and I stood there trying not to completely lose my mind. "I need a dr