Semua Bab Haunting Romantics : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Ben stood and stared at the walls in his living room. His living room. He felt immensely proud of himself standing in the living room of his first house. He also felt slightly disgusted. Even with his friends helping, moving everything in was hard work. He was sweaty, dirty, and sore all over. It was all worth it. After months of dealing with paperwork, getting approved for a mortgage, and searching for the perfect house in his budget, all of that was over. He found his perfect house. Maybe not perfect for his parents. Or his friends, but it was perfect for him. It was definitely in his price range. His parents politely called it a fixer-upper and impolitely called it the worst investment he could make. Ben liked it, and more importantly, he could afford it. It had been on the market for years and just needed some attention. The inspection revealed a list of mild-to-moderate concerns, but nothing major. It had good bones. It had character. It had peeling wallpaper, creaky floors, and

Wednesday was another productive day for Ben. His brother Owen and his friend Caroline came over to help him out. Together, they sanded and stained the kitchen cabinets. His kitchen was starting to look like an actual place to eat, not a scene from a horror movie. The three of them were making quick work of painting his bedroom. Caroline was using a step stool to paint above his patio doors. "So you've been sleeping in this creepy house with no curtains?"His brother snorted unattractively. Ben rolled his eyes. " The house isn't creepy.""Yes, it is." Owen and Caroline responded simultaneously. Ben dipped his roller in paint. "It's not creepy. It has character."Caroline hopped off the footstool. She brushed back some of her blond hair that escaped her ponytail. She smeared green paint across her forehead. "This house has the same amount of character as Amityville."Ben put his roller down and walked over to her. He lifted the hem of his shirt and used the relatively clean inside t

Ben was freaking out—just a little. He had laughed every time his parents or brother called his house haunted because ghosts weren't real! Sure, a few weird things had happened since he moved in. The flickering lights were probably an electrical issue that the inspector missed. This moved around a lot. But maybe Ben was just forgetful. Out of nowhere. Maybe he was having a stroke. He stared at the outside of the shower. The handprints were there. He stood where the person who made them would have stood. Whoever it was was shorter than him. There was nothing else off in the bathroom. Ben stared at the handprints until the glass cleared up and there was nothing more to see.Googling "Is my house haunted?" was not as helpful as he thought. He clicked on the first link that boasted of ten ways to tell if your house was haunted. He's positive Teen Vogue was a reliable source. The article stated that ghosts appear in places they are familiar with. Particularly, places where they

Her name was Karen, or Kim, or something else with a K. They met at the bar. She caught his eye across the room. She was wearing a strappy little dress that immediately caught his attention. Ben bought her a drink, and the rest was a rote memory. This wasn't his first time picking up a beautiful woman from the bar. It started with lingering touches by the bar. She pressed her perky breasts against his arm as they talked. She accepted his invitation back to his place. His previous problems had faded as her hand trailed up his leg while he drove to his house. By the time they made it to his driveway, she was palming his erection through his pants.His hands slid up her short dress as soon as he got the front door open. He grabbed her ass and groaned against her mouth when he found bare skin. He had her pinned to the wall when the light in the entryway flickered. He ignored it. He was too busy pulling her dress down. Karen, or Kim threw her head back, her eyes closed in pleasure whe

She stood on the front porch of her family home and watched as her father disappeared into the horizon. The dust kicked up from his horse settled, and she wrapped her shawl tighter around her.She would never admit it to her Pa, but she didn't like being alone out here. The town was a good ride or a long walk from the place her family chose to settle. The path to town was hot in the summer and blistery in the winter; she loathed to walk it alone.Father always asked old man William to stop by a few times a week with his horse and cart and escort her to town, but all the other times she was alone.During the day wasn't so bad. The house creaked when the wind blew and groaned when the midday heat hit its worst. The wood swelled fat and heavy. She did her outside chores, looking over her shoulder. Mary Sue had told her that girls out by them lonesome would get snatched up by a feral man and chopped into pieces. She whispered it low during Sunday church that her mamma told her about a gir