The familiar beat of a song by 'Chase Atlantic' flowed from the speakers of Sera's phone as she scrubbed baseboards.
She'd left the house and it's furniture relatively undisturbed for the most part, simply cleaning and dusting off the furniture so it could be used properly. She wasn't a fool, if the original owner was a serial killer his spirit or presence would be lurking, waiting to make itself known.
She had her own habits to deal with, she didn't need to become his next target because she threw away a damned couch.
Sera sat back on her knees and panted for a moment, fighting off exhaustion as her heart thudded against her ribcage. She stood and staggered before grabbing her phone to check the time.
"Shit, I'm late." She grunted, opening a cupboard and pulling out a couple medicine bottles.
She takes the medication and puts the pill bottles away before turning around, only to jump and bite her tongue in an effort not to scream. Standing in the entree way to the kitchen was a man, he was see-through indicating he was a spirit.
He was around 5'9", with dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. He wore a white button-up with black suspenders and dark navy colored slacks. His hair was slicked back into a style that looked to be from the early 1920's.
Sera calmed her heartbeat while her and the spirit had a stare down, her lively green eyes not moving from his dead hazel ones.
"Who are you?" She asked, stepping forward slightly.
The spirit shook his head and backed away, fading into nonexistence. Sera tilted her head, before waving it off and getting back on the floor to scrub at the wooden baseboards some more.
-♡
The attic door flung open with a creek and slam, Sera's head popping into the dark, dust-filled room to scope out the top of the house. She shined her phones flashlight into the dark space, spotting multiple boxes that looked as old as the dirt she'd scrubbed off the baseboards.
She stepped further into the space, nose wrinkling as dust flew around from her intrusion. It smelt like old paper and nostalgic nights alone. She liked it.
She set a box of her own in a corner away from the other boxes, before she peeked into one of them, spotting some news articles.
She sat on her knees, pulling a newspaper out.
'September 23rd, 1923.'
"Goddamn, these papers are old." Sera muttered.
She put the papers back in the box and lifted the box into her arms as she stood. She placed it towards the back of the attic, shifting the other old boxes to the back as well, until one ripped through the bottom as she lifted it.
"Shit..!" She cursed, tossing the now empty, soggy box towards the attic entrance to be tossed into the trash once she was done.
None of the contents appeared damaged or ruined, which she was glad about. Inside the box were several miscellaneous items, among those were a few journals, a rusted knife, some documents about a radio station, and some women's jewelry.
She grabbed the journals, deciding she'd take a peek into the original owners thoughts when she was finally settled.
She trudged back down from the attic, arranging some of her items into different boxes and onto some empty shelves before she finally had an empty box.
She brought the box up into the attic and placed the other items inside the box neatly before she moved it to the back where the rest of the old boxes were, before picking a corner for her own boxes.
She set the journals on an end table in the living room once she was done putting boxes in the attic, and sat on the couch.
"And who might you be?"
-♡
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Bite Me.
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