Chapter 2

They sat down to eat. She remained silent. 

"This is really good." Jeremiah said to her. Jeffery didn't look up from stuffing his face with pasta. Jeremiah gave him a look of disapproval. 

"Jeffery your mother wouldn't approve of eating like that if she were here." Jeremiah scolded him. Esraella looked up from her dinner. 

"You should tell me about yourselves." She said. Jeffery stopped eating for a moment. Jeremiah cleared his throat. 

"There's not really much to tell, but I guess I could give you somewhat of a background." Jeremiah spoke. He looked down. He had a solemn look of sadness over his face. 

"Years ago, I was married to a beautiful woman. One night we got into a bad argument. Jeffery was five and I had two twin daughters who were two. She got mad and took the girls and left. After she left, I searched for them. I worried. I stayed up for days crying and searching. They found her car in a secluded lot, Katherine was dead. She had been shot in the head. Molly and Millie were missing. They never found them. They were also presumably dead as well, but there is no evidence of that. I grieved for years. I never remarried. I raised Jeffery and he's been with me since." Jeremiah said. She sat there, taking in the story he had just told her. 

"That's terrible. Did they catch the guy who did it?" She asked. He looked up. 

"No. He's still out there. If I ever find out who he is, I will kill him myself." Jeremiah said with intense anger. He grabbed a beer and started drinking. 

"Might I ask if there is anything a bit harder?" He asked. She looked up. 

"I have some liquor, but it is not wise to drink while you're so upset." She said to him. He didn't seem to pay it any mind. 

"I will be alright, a little shouldn't hurt me." He said. She got up and put it out for him. Jeffery just looked at her. 

"I am going up to my room, if you need anything, just let me know." She said to them. Jeremiah sat there drinking his alcohol in silence. Jeffery was also silent. 

Hours passed. It was now 2:30 AM and she had just fallen asleep when the door opened slowly. She felt someone was in there, but she didn't bother getting up. She was almost in a daze and was in a half sleep half awake state where she couldn't move. She felt him on her. She felt something was going on, but blacked out. When she woke up, it was 9:15 AM. The sun was shining through her window. Nothing seemed out of place. 

"Maybe what happened last night was a dream" She thought to herself. She got up to get ready to open up her business. She climbed out of bed and put on her normal uniform, if you could call it that, that she wears. Being the town Clairvoyant, she wore odd clothing anyways. She walked downstairs. She noticed Jeffery downstairs. Jeremiah was nowhere to be found. 

"Good morning. Wheres Jeremiah?" She asked Jeffery.

"He's asleep in his room. He drank too much last night and got sick, so I helped him to bed." He said to her. She paused for a minute. 

"Did you come into my room last night?" She asked him. He looked up. 

"My father did. He thought that was his bed and laid down. I guess he didn't see you there. I got him up and led him to his room. He was so out of it, he didn't know what he was doing." He said to her. 

"Okay, that makes sense then." She said. She walked into the parlor of the house that was closed off from the rest of the house. This was where she did her work. Her phone rang and it was a client needing a medium for a house that had some paranormal activity. 

"Alright. Don't give me any information about the house. It will only make my readings inaccurate." She told the client. She grabbed her keys and purse and headed out the door. She got into her car and drove to the place in question. 

She arrived at a house only half the size of hers. The client greeted her at the door. They invited her in.

"Oh my, there is definitely something here, no question about it. I sense a male presence. He's not very happy. Can I see the upstairs?" She asked the client as they walked upstairs.   

Chapter 1

She sat looking out the window, as the rain battered down on the roof of the house. It had been nearly 4 years since that day. She sat there waiting for a letter from him. The room was dimly lit with a candle as she didn't want to use much electricity. The phone rang and she nearly jumped out of her skin. She had been jumpy lately. Quite nervous of everything. 
"H-hello?" She answered. 

"Esraella?" A voice asked from the other side of the phone. It was clearly a man's voice. 

"I'm sorry sir, we're closed for the evening," She began. 

"Esraella, I'm not looking for business. Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Damyen Kovalski, I work for corporate..." He began. 

"Sir, please, I am not looking to buy anything. I do apologize, however, I am not interested." She said, cutting him off. 

"No, I'm not selling anything. Look, forget the company name, I'm calling to help you." He said. 

"Help me? YOU want to help ME? Sir, I hardly think you can be of any help with solving all my problems life deals me each day." She told him. 

"Esraella, I know what happened to you four years ago," He began. That statement sent a chill down her spine. She stopped. 

"Sir, I really don't think," She started. 

"I know you feel like you could have saved that boy and I also know that you've been trying to contact the father for some time." He said. 

"What are you? Some kind of stalker? There is clearly more to it than that. I did not intend on anything happening to my son if that's what you're implying. Sir, I do bid you a good day." She snapped at him and threw down the receiver. The phone made a loud ringing noise as it was slammed down. She was so angry at this point she was shaking. 

"Oh, Samuel, my Samuel. How I wish I could turn back the hands of time. How I wish your father would contact me." She said to herself as she sobbed silently. Other than her silent cries, the house was very quiet. 

Esraella lived in a Queen Anne style home built in 1875. The house was passed down through her family. She was the town clairvoyant. 

--------------------------------------------- 4 years earlier ------------------------------------------

He and his son moved into the house with her for a while, looking for room and board and since it was a big enough house, she allowed them to stay with the conditions that they pay rent. He was in his early 50's and his son was in his 20's. She was in her 20's as well. 

"Hello ma'am, my name is Jeremiah and this is my son Jeffery. I contacted you earlier this week about the place you have available? See, we need a room or two, we will help you with rent. This is quite a house." He started. 

"Oh yes, you were the ones looking to room with me. You must have saw my ad in the paper. This house is indeed quite a house. It is a Queen Anne, built in the victorian era. 1875, to be precise. My great great grandfather built this house for my great great grandmother. This was her dream home. Everything was made custom for her and I've been keeping it up for the past few years." She said to him. 

"A house with history, very nice." His son chimed in. His son, a boy of 23, had dark brown eyes and thick brown wavy hair that went down to his shoulders. He had pale skin, and a nice smile. His father had the same features, except his hair was kept short and neat. 

"Do come in, I will give you the keys to your bedrooms. Let me first lay down the rules. No smoking, no eating in the bedrooms, no snooping, and no drugs." She said to them. 

"My, what a list of rules you have there, did you forget anything?" The son responded with a smirk. She glared at him. 

"Jeffery, manners please" His father scolded. 

"Right this way." She said to them, as she led them up the spiral staircase. They stopped at a room, it had stained glass windows and a large tower room. 

"This is my bedroom." She said to them. She led them to another room, they were adjacent to one another. They were a little bit smaller than the room she stayed in, but they were both still quite large. 

"These will be your rooms. I do hope you both are comfortable." She said to them. 

"Tonight, we will be having Lobster Fra Diavolo." She said to them. 

"Lobster? Sounds good to me" Jeremiah said to her. She looked at him in approval. Jeffery already went out to the car to grab his stuff and start unpacking. 

"Dinner should be ready around 7, we will be eating in the large dining room downstairs. I will prepare the meals." She said to them. 

"Sounds exciting." Jeffery said without looking up from unpacking his things. 

She walked down the spiral staircase to allow them to get settled in. She went into the kitchen to prepare dinner for the three of them. She also provided drinks for them including beer and red wine. 

7 o clock rolled around, she had the table set up and dinner put on the table. Jeremiah, smelling the food came down to see what was served. Jeffery soon followed afterward. 

"Smells good." Jeremiah said. He looked and saw the table set, saw the lobster fra diavolo, a large salad, and the wine. He looked impressed. 

"Dinner is served," I said to the both of them as I motioned for them to have a seat at the table.