I was eating dinner with Ally, sitting on the opposite sides of the table. I lifted a spoonful of noodles to my mouth, slurping it up. The hot liquid slid down my throat, quickly, the warm feeling going into my stomach. My aunt suddenly looked up at me, smiling. I rose a brow.

"How was your day at school?" She asked.

"Ok. Stupid homework though." I answer. I left out the little part about the fight at school. Or the make out session with Tate. "How about your day?"

"Oh it was fine." She said with a wave of her hand. "During the day I also got a phone call from your school." I froze but covered my sudden fear quickly.

"Did you answer it?" I ask.

"No. I was to busy. But do you know why they would be calling?" She asked. My heart beat went down and I stopped shaking. I smiled.

"No." I said. I quickly changed to subject. " What patient did you have to see?"

"Oh. I had to see this girl. She was quite a person. Strange and little bit scary if I am being truthful." She told me and I nodded. I thought of something.

"What is it like to be a physiatrist?" I ask and she looks up at me in surprise.

"Well, it feels nice to help people. Get them care. I feel like I am helping people get onto the right track. The right path. When people get better and tell me I helped them, I feel so happy. I feel like I'm not only helping them. But the world." She explains. I listen with open ears.

Instead of replying, I crease my brow. Helping people? I didn't see it that way. I saw it as baring someone. Someone that was paying you. Paying you to listen and write things down you say. I didn't think it helped people. I think it made people think you care about them. I learned from experience. I knew my aunt was somewhat different. Maybe she thought she was actually helping. Maybe she didn't know.

"Why do you ask?" She questions. I snap back into reality.

"Oh, um, I just wanted to know." I answer quickly.

I was walking the halls of the house. It still felt weird to say my house. It didn't feel like it. I lived here now but it was strange to realize. Maybe I would get used to it. But I felt tired of saying maybe. I felt tired of trying to warm up to this place when it was so cold to me. I walk around, the creak of the wood under my feet, a signal of its true age. I knew I had explored everything but this was more about thinking than seeing.

But even that seemed dull. Thinking. Something I did way too often and would never stop doing. But there was one thought I was enjoying. The thought of Tate. I wonder if I would see him again. Would he try to stay away from me now that he had kissed me? I hoped not. I continued to walk even though I wished for something more. I had finished my book. Maybe I could reread my other ones. Just to pass the time.

As I walked I suddenly felt a breeze blow by my neck. I tell myself it was nothing, not even turning around. I then hear a loud creaking noise. It was nothing, old house, loud noises. The house was settling in. But then I heard a voice. So soft and so quiet I couldn't even tell it was there.

"Look at what he did to me." It whispered. I turned around fast but was met with the empty hall.

"Hello?" I call out. Not the smartest plan considering all of the scary movies I've seen but I said it anyway. I took a step back. A second voice.

"My baby...where is my baby?" It spoke. This one was even quieter. I look around but the empty halls are the only thing in my vision.

"Who's there!" I yell. I suddenly heard that giggling. That was followed by two loud cracking sounds. I jump, yelping in my place. I was done with this. "If you don't come out I'm calling the cops!" Silence. My breath was the only thing making even the tiniest sound. I was facing the stairs, looking down it to see if I saw a slight movement. I heard a creak behind me. I spun around and screamed at what I saw.

A large women in a white nurses uniform stood in front of me. But she was not normal. She had wet hair including the dress. Her eyes had bags and were wide with horror. Her wet black hair hang limply in front of her face, clinging onto her pale flesh. She had her head slightly tilted, both of her dark eyes pinned onto me.

"Look at what he did to me." She said.

I screamed. I backed away frantically, causing me to lose my balance. I fell back, falling down the stairs. My head hit the stairs hard and my vision blurred. My back throbbed painfully and I groaned. I shook my head and saw the women again. She was closer. I tried to scramble away but I hit a wall behind me. The women took a step down the stairs.

"Get away from me! Please!" I yelled. She didn't. I closed my eyes, putting my hands on my head. Trying the old I-can't-see-them-they-can't-see-me trick. Ir didn't work. I opened my eyes and she was still there. "Go away! Go away!" And then I blinked. And she was gone. I suddenly heard footsteps and I whipped around to it. Expecting the large women to grab me. But no, I saw Ally running up the stairs. When she caught sight of me her eyes widened.

"Callie!" She yelled and came over to me, crouching down. "What is it? I heard screaming. What's wrong?" I was breathing fast but I had calmed down to swallow and look back in front of me.

"Um..." I started. I couldn't tell her the truth. What would I say? I just say a dripping wet women in a nurses outfit then she disappeared? No. She'd think I'm crazy. That couldn't happen. Not again. "I saw a rat. A huge big ugly rat." I lied. She breathed out.

"Oh. I thought you were hurt. Well, houses like these are gonna have that sadly. Are you ok though?" She asked. I nodded, giving a fake smile.

"Yeah. I'm fine."