Alan found himself upstairs in a room with a grand piano. He was checking out the keyboard when, “Can you play?”

He looked up to see John, “My mother made me take lessons. I later switched to guitar. But I still play some. How long has this been here?”

“No one has been in this room since 1917.”

He played a few notes and strangely it sounded like it was still in tune, “Got a good sound.”

“Something tells me that you have something on your mind.”

The dark haired boy looked up at John, “Ever been in love?

John smiled, “I kinda wondered what was going on. More than once today, you have tried to get Carol alone and she is lost in the drama of being a popular girl.”

“You sound like my father.”

“Go wait on the front porch, I’ll make sure you get a moment alone with her. Do you believe in ghosts?”

“This house is the kind of place that could make me believe in them.”

John watched Alan go down the stairs and walk right past Linda without seeing her. He shook his head with a sad look on his face.

John went to the back yard and found Carol with some of her girlfriends. One of the girls asks, “How did you get all this stuff here, I didn’t see a car or truck in the long driveway?”

“If I told you, I doubt that you would believe me.”

“Try us,” the girls all said together.

John pulls a white napkin out of his back pocket and ties a knot in one corner. He then wads it up into his palm. Then it came to life. It slowly came up out of his fist and started turning right and left like it was looking around and then it started hitting his fist like it was trying to get him to let it go. He was soon surrounded as he let the napkin do all sorts of antics.

Bob the teen down the street, “I’ve seen Mr Nicholson do that trick.”

“Who’s Mr Nicholson?”

“He’s your neighbor over there,” pointing to the house on the other side of the tall fence. “He’s not going to be happy that you moved in here. He has been trying to get this property for years.”

John looked up at the house next door. He could see someone was watching from the upstairs window.

An uneasiness came over everyone around John and they turned away from him and started chatting with others except for Carol, “You seem to be having a lot of fun today?

“This house is great, did you stay here last night?”

“Of course.”

“With no electricity?” He just smiled at that question. “I’m going to let you in on a secret.”

“A secret?”

“When I get married I want the wedding to be in this house.”

“Can I come?” Linda piped in suddenly.

“Oh yes, you would make a beautiful flower girl.”

The little girl blushed, “I’m not so sure about that.”

“Why?”

“Alan can’t see me.”

Last nights dream came back to her and she look up at John, “Is she really your sister?”

“Why do you ask?”

“I dreamed last night that I saw her sitting on her gravestone and she suddenly turned into a skeleton.”

“Is that all?” John showed concern.

“I saw a car accident.”

Linda tugged on her shirt and Carol looked at her, “Did you see my mom?”

Carol was puzzled by this, “I only saw you in the dream.”

This saddened the girl, “I can’t see her because I’ve been a ghost for ten years.”