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wheel, trying
to get himself under control, and will his libido into submission.  How can
such a flirtatious little tramp have such an effect on him?  He thinks about
the dream he had after the dance, the dream he hasn’t had for at least six
months.  The dream he started having when he was nine; the dream of blood and
knives and death.  He doesn’t remember specifics other than he is supposed to
protect Reggie, the same as all the other dreams before.  This little tramp
can’t be the Reggie from his dreams, can she?  He pulls his phone out of his
pocket and selects a number.  When he gets voice mail he says, “I found Reggie.
 She’s here in Fairfield Corners.  Call me.”

Chapter 12
    I close the store at 5 pm
and make my way home.  It’s been a long day and all I want to do is relax.  I
decide to take a nice long bath before I make dinner.  I walk in the house and
notice that Gram’s picture is on the bookshelf again.  I think I’m losing my
mind.  My keys keep disappearing and showing up in the oddest places such as
the freezer or the medicine cabinet in the bathroom upstairs.  I reach out to
move the picture back to the mantel, but it jumps off the shelf and lands on
the floor, breaking the glass.
    “Oh no!” I pick it up and
see that it didn’t hurt the picture.  I carry it out to the kitchen to throw
away the broken glass.  The glass is still stuck to the frame so I have to take
the picture out.  When I slide the back off, I find an envelope with my name on
it in Gram’s handwriting.   Why in the world would she hide this in here?  I
open the envelope and find a letter dated three days before she was killed:
    My dearest Cassie,
    I hope you never have
to read this.  You are my life, you always have been.  Strange things have been
happening here in the house and at the bookstore.  I keep finding the front
door open and the picture on the mantel of the two of us keeps moving to the
bookshelf.  My glasses are disappearing and reappearing in the strangest
places.  Either the house is haunted or I am losing my mind.  You know my views
on the paranormal so I vote for a ghost.  At the store, the door locks and
unlocks itself for no apparent reason.  I have also felt an oppressive presence
both at the house and at the store, I have felt it watching me as if it’s
studying my movements and waiting to pounce.  It may just be an old lady’s
imagination, but I felt that I had to warn you to be careful.
    I have discussed my
fears with James, but you know him, you say the word paranormal and he quits
listening.  I love him like my own grandson but he can be so close-minded
sometimes.  He has been doing extra patrols by the house but the phenomenon
continues.
    Please be careful and
remember that I love you!
    Love always,
    Gram
    I hold the letter in my
hand, feeling my Gram all around me as I let the tears roll down my face.  I
call James and ask him to stop by when he has time.  He pulls up about 10
minutes later, striding up the porch steps and into the house.  “What’s up,
Reg?  You sounded weird on the phone.”
    I explain about finding
the letter hidden behind the picture and I ask him about it.  He explains that
he investigated all of her claims but never found any evidence.  “So, what do
you think it was James?  I have been experiencing some of the same things here
at the house.”
    “I think it’s just your
imagination.  There’s no such thing as ghosts.”
    I laugh at the expression
on his face.  “Who are you trying to convince?  Me, or you?”
    “You know I don’t believe
in that stuff.  I’ll fingerprint the picture frame if it makes you feel better.
 I bet someone is just playing tricks on you.”  He goes out to his cruiser and
gets an evidence bag. He bags the picture frame and seals it.
    We both hear a door slam
upstairs.  James runs up the stairs, pulling his gun out of the holster. He
comes back down a few minutes later.  “No one up there and no