Thread: Love Me When I'm Gone (Zarazel and Autumn)

When the real estate agent had contacted Jacob and her about the house, Kathleen had been hesitant at first. It was so far out into the country, a little bit too quiet for her own tastes. Jacob had convinced her to at least look at it before she made a final decision so she did. Like it had some magical ability, the house mesmerized her with its natural beauty and quaint charm. What she remembered most, though, was that garden. It was grown over and weedy, but she could tell that the previous owner had taken great care of it in its prime. She had even bent down to discover a rose blooming beneath a thorny bush. Today was their day and though the work was extensive, she couldn't wait to get everything unpacked. Jacob, why do you think the previous owners moved from this place? She asked him, scooping up a few smaller boxes to carry inside. It's such a beautiful place and that garden must have taken a lot of work. Whenever she had asked the realtor about it, he had simply smiled and told her that the country was just not for everyone. The couple had had a mover bring up the larger pieces of furniture and set them up in the house already. Now all that was left was bringing in the details the dishes, their clothes, and the decorations. Carrying the boxes into the kitchen, she placed them down on the cherry table. Honey? She called out, turning to inspect the space. In the corner of the room was an ornate china hutch. It was tall and majestic with a glass background and intricately carved shelves. Did you see this hutch in here? I don't think it's ours, but it's really pretty. The woman had a knack for antiques, and though she didn't think this piece was that old, it certainly made up for age with beauty. Reaching into a box, she retrieved their best china a wedding gift from her mother. The blue and white pieces had been passed down from generation to generation and could be traced back to her great-great-grandmother's hay day. Placing some of them on the shelves inside the cabinet, she stepped back to admire how wonderful they looked. The sunlight poured into the room, catching on a corner of the mirror. Something was being reflected, an etching into the glass. Leaning in, she ran her finger across the corner to see if it was a definite engraving it was. Eyes strained to read the small script. Savannah and Dylan, May Eleventh, Two-Thousand And Four. The voice seemed so far away yet so close. Someone was saying her name, reciting the date in which she and her husband had said their vows. When the world stopped spinning, Savannah was in her kitchen. Except, it couldn't possibly be here kitchen. Where were her pictures hanging on the wall? That was not her table. And the fresh flowers. . . where was the vase with the fresh flowers? Dylan? The ghost called out, though she couldn't have possibly made an audible sound to living ears. Dylan, where are you? Dylan! Afraid of being alone, she was completely frantic. The ghost traveled the entire house, tearing in room after room, though she found at the end of her search that she had not left her spot in the kitchen. Honey? Kathleen called out again. This cabinet belonged to the previous owners, I guess. I can't understand why they would leave it behind. Maybe we should call the realtor and have him contact them to come get it. Look, it says Savannah and Dylan. Her name was being called again, pulling her toward the woman standing at that hutch- her cabinet! Dylan had made that for her as a wedding present, and she remembered how lovely her Crystal looked there. Only now, someone else's china was adorning the shelves. Anger flashed through her as she sped toward them. Who are you? She demanded. Get out of my house! She screamed, bringing both of her fists down on the wooden surface. The cabinet jiggled, the pretty blue and white china flailing to the ground in a shattered heap.