The old gothic, victorian style house at the end of the street has been boarded up for as long as Lindsey could remember. She walked by it everyday. Although she had her own little apartment, and despite the rumors that the house was haunted, she had always loved that old house. Most children and teens would often dare their friends and siblings to stay in the house overnight. Lindsey has never been inside, at least not until today. She saw the notice that the house was to be torn down. She just couldn’t let it go without seeing the inside. The large unkempt hedges shielded her from view. Once inside she thought the house seemed abnormally cool Especially for this time of year. Once inside she looked around large living room. Their wasn’t much there, just an old grandfather clock, and a portrait of a lady who appeared to at least been in her sixties. She passed by a few sitting rooms. Once had a chess board with a game in progress. The other had the most beautiful tea set she had ever seen. Almost an half hour later she makes her way to the last room. The master bedroom. This room felt different. It felt peaceful. As she walked to the large vanity, she saw a little jewelry box. First there was a necklace. The pendant was a very familiar symbol. She believed it was on a birthday card her estranged grandmother sent her shortly before she passed. Secondly there was a note.

My dear Lindsey,

Firstly I do apologize. I was unable to be in your life much. I was threatened by your father and uncle to stay away. I have always kept an eye on you in secret. I wasn’t not, nor have I ever been, a witch or a demon that some claim me to be. God choose to share his wisdom with me because I simply chose to listen. Under this note, is the deed and key to the house. It is yours. Until we meet again, warm regards

Grandma Sorensen

Lindsey couldn’t believe it. It was like in all those books she reads. The house belonged to her Grandmother and now it’s hers. She’d often thought about buying the old house but she couldn’t afford it. Lindsey hurriedly walked down the hall and back to the living room. She had a lot to do after all if she wanted to save the house. This time she left out the front door.

“Thank you grandma!” Lindsey called over her shoulder. As she walked down the driveway she could have sworn she heard a faint whistle or perhaps a whisper.

“Your welcome”