I arrived at the 10th house-call of the week.
Same as the rest.
There were spirits everywhere.
I pulled out my 3000 and began to capture the feisty spirits.
The days…possibly weeks… went by.
The ghost-busting business was booming.
One would think that would make me happy, but it left me confused more than anything.
I worked almost every night, and had a hard time sleeping during the day.
Sometimes I found myself wondering aimlessly through the neighborhood.
I was walking through a familiar part of the neighborhood when I smelled an unfamiliar sent. A warmth in the air accompanied by sweet, sugary goodness.
When did we get a bakery?
“Hello?” said the rather beautiful woman, that I had apparently been staring at. “Can I help you?”
Her accent was like nothing I had ever heard.
“Gosh…I am so sorry.” I said. “I didn’t mean to be a creep…I’m just so tired, and the shop smells so good.” I chuckled a little.
It started to sprinkle.
“It’s ok.” she replied. “Why don’t you come in and have a cup of coffee?”
“I would appreciate that a lot.”
We walked in the bakery.
Although the outside smelled wonderful, the inside still smelled like fresh paint. There was still a few pieces of wall molding laying on the floor, waiting to be nailed up.
She pointed to a chair. “You can have a seat. I’ll make us some coffee.”
She walked towards the kitchen. “My name is Sophia, by the way.”
“My name is Yanni.” I said loud enough for her to hear me.
A few minutes later she returned with two small cups.
“I hope you like Greek coffee…don’t drink the grounds at the bottom.”
The coffee was great.
The rain poured outside.
I tried to make small talk, and had to constantly stop myself from staring.
Sophia was beautiful.
“So, where is you accent from?” I asked shyly.
“I am from Greece. Your name is Yanni, a common name in Greece, are you also Greek?”
“I guess a little bit…I was told my Great Great Grandfather was Greek. I would love to go there one day.”
She sighed. “It is very beautiful. I have only been a way a few weeks, but I already miss it.”
“How long will you be here?”
“Just until my cousin gets the shop running well…”
The rain suddenly stopped.
The sun had started to set.
“So, I cook. What do you do?”
I didn’t really know how to answer her…
My phone rang.
“Please, answer it.” she said as she stood up.
She took our mostly empty cups to the kitchen.
I answered the phone.
Just as I suspected…another ghost problem.
Sophia returned from the kitchen.
“I apologize, but I have to go.” I said.
“Perhaps we can have a coffee again before I leave.
“I would love that.”
I waved good-bye as I walked out the bakery.
When I arrived at the house, I knew immediately something was different.
I got chills.
They were getting stronger…
She appeared in front of me screaming.
Note from author.
So, I haven’t updated in… a long while. Thank you to every one and anyone that reads and has been waiting for a new chapter. I have the story lined up and pictures already taken.
This chapter ran a lot shorter than planned due to my internet wanting to upload pictures at a ridiculously slow rate. I almost fell asleep waiting for one! I mean seriously…the day I decide to write….
Anyway, Thank you again readers! I hope you enjoy.