I walk slowly and silently, the sand hides any sound.  I kneel down just beside him, and not to my surprise his face is exactly as I pictured it.  He hasn’t even notice that I’m here yet.  Then, with a jolt he snaps out of his focus, turns to me and smiles.  Ha! Like it could ever fool me.

“Do not try to hide your pain with that fake smile my love.” I say “I know you far too well.  What is it that haunts the halls of your mind?  Please let me help.”  But this has become routine.  I know that he won’t tell me, and I know that he will simply nod his head and say “My love, nothing could possibly be wrong with you at my side.”  Ah, my predictable Connor. 

But this time is different.  He paused for a long time and said, “Do you even know what you did for me?”   I am taken back.  “What do you mean?”  His smile was more real now, his eyes glowing that brilliant green that makes me oblivious to the rest of the world.

“You saved me.” he says, the wind picking up, he put his arm around me.  “You saved me from myself, from the world I lived in before I met you.  I was dying Rebecca.  Dying every day, more and more I knew this.”  He pulls me even closer.  Then, softly he whispers “the world may burn down around you and I.  But I will still only see or care for you.”

DAY 9

            I slept soundly last night, no dreams, no fire.  I can’t say that I’m sad, but I do feel disappointed with the outcome.  Each of my dreams can be easily explained away by any logical businessman.  But I’m not so sure I care anymore.  I can fix this place up, and live here.  I’m not that far outside of town, and I already know the folklore.  I see no reason why I don’t just keep this place.  Maybe… Maybe this old house and its old walls have something else to say.