***Two years later

 Alice Rawlings stepped out of the bushes and headed quickly for the old house. The atmosphere instantly changed when she stepped through the surprisingly open double doors. She was breathing heavily and cursed the April weather. She was too tired to check out the whole house before she collapsed on the foyer floor and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning she searched the house. Furniture was covered with white blankets and dust threatened to choke her. Alice wandered into a room with dolls on the floor. The room felt creepy, as did the whole house. She whistled as she went through every door and every bathroom. Alice had a good feeling that this would be a good place to hide for a few weeks.

***April Fourteenth

Alice ran from the house after seeing the ghost. Fright was not a word in her vocabulary, but run was. But no matter how far she ran, she could still feel the ghost behind her. He was angry...very angry.

'Stop it!' she screamed at the ghost behind her. The ghost however, kept following her. She ran into the nearest alley and shivered. A cold had taken over and sooner than she anticipated, the ghost arrived at her feet.

'Two-bit whore' he drawled. 

'I am not a whore! I don't even know you!' Alice screamed back at him.

'Shut up!' he roared, raising a heavy knife to her throat.

'No!' Alice screamed, running her knee into his groin. To her surprise, he stumbled backwards and clutched the ache. Alice considered not staying around but she figured she should do something about the ghost. No doubt he had threatened others and successfully got rid of them. 'Who do you think I am?' she asked loudly, scared.

'You will pay for this, wife' he whispered.

'I am not your wife. I have never been married. You are a ghost!' she yelled at him. 'A ghost! Nothing more than a spirit! Leave this world!' she screamed at him.

The ghost looked at her with sad eyes. 'I didn't mean to kill the boy' he said, tears appearing in his eyes. 'I didn't mean to kill you either, wife'

'But you did' Alice herself was getting teary eyed. She quickly wiped at her eyes. After reading many books in her local library on psychology, she knew what this man was looking for. 'Don't worry. She's waiting for you' she whispered. 'She doesn't blame you. It was out of your control' she lied, but to her disbelief, he keeled over and fell to the cement, dripping through it.

Flames erupted around her. The ghost was gone. He went through the ground. Alice blinked a couple times and stepped out of the alley.

'That's was easy' she shook her head, ridding herself of the events of that day. She walked back to the house and went into the kitchen. A calendar was on the floor, a day circled. 'April Fourteenth'