It was afternoon. The air was warm and the soft breeze of wind was brushing Regan's hair gently. The sky was painted into shades of orange and blue. Regan was sitting on an old bench in front of her house, deep in thought. She couldn't believe she had told her aunt and Vesper and the worst was that neither of them believed her.
She couldn't stop wondering what Vesper was thinking, if she even knew. She called and texted her, but there was no response.
It should have been expected. That's why she always kept her strange experiences to herself and didn't want to tell anyone. No one would ever understand her. She was lonely, she knew, even that she didn't want to admit it.
The air seemed to crackle with footsteps, loud footsteps of heels. Regan snapped of her thoughts and noticed it was Vesper, appearing from somewhere far the end of the road. She was dressed in expensive and fancy clothes. She had on a tight blue dress, it was off shoulder and hugged her figure tightly. She had paired it with black heels and her hair was put up in a messy bun.
"Why is she dressed like that?" Regan muttered to herself.
As Vesper approached, she noticed Regan. Her features twisted into a frown, probably not expecting Regan here. But she was sitting in front of her house after all.
"Vesper? Where you in a party?" Regan asked when Vesper got closer. She seemed restless.
"I was at some event. Nothing important," she replied with annoyance.
"Oh, well... about what I told you earlier..." Regan shrugged, her embarrassment showing.
Vesper didn't say anything for a while. Regan was only left to think that she sounded stupid, ridiculous. Little did she know, Vesper had her own matters. Matters that Regan couldn't even imagine. Her friend wouldn't reveal her true self, not now. She wouldn't admit that she wasn't the person Regan believed her to be.
But did they knew each other so well to know what one another believed?
"No, I believe you," Vesper suddenly spoke, a smile on her face. But who would ever know if it was all just an act?
Regan went eyes wide at hearing this.
"No, Vesper, you can say it. It's not a big deal after all. You can say that you think I need mental help," Regan dryly said, crossing her arms.
"I said I believe you. Why are you so stubborn?" Vesper snapped back. She sat beside Regan and sighed.
Regan looked at her surprised. Her heart felt a glimmer of hope.
"Really? You really do?" She asked, her voice filled with disbelief.
Vesper was already getting annoyed that this girl questioned everything more then once. Yes, she did.
"Yes, I do and stop asking me," Vesper said and pulled her into a hug, "and I'm sorry that I left like that before, I had this stupid party to go."
"It doesn't matter, what matters is that you believe me," Regan exclaimed, breaking the hug. A smile formed on her face. Finally someone believed her.
"What party did you go in?" She asked curiously, brushing her hair out of her face.
"Uh...my sister had a party with her friends and I had to attend. It was dull and boring," Vesper said looking around the neighborhood. "Why are you so sad? If it's about these nightmares and the house..." She asked after some silence, her voice feigned with concern. Well, maybe because she didn't really care about it or at least it wasn't the biggest problem out there.
"No, I just... I told my aunt everything," Regan admitted, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over her, "I shouldn't have done this," she added with a voice filled with regret and sadness.
"Why? She's your aunt after all. You're both very close. You told me that."
Regan hung her head low and let her black-red hair cover her face.
"Yes, we're close but that doesn't mean she believes in all I say. Anyway, I'll prove it to her," she added and got up from her seat fixing her clothes.
"What are you going to do?" Vesper asked raising an eyebrow.
"I have a plan," Regan's lips turned slightly upwards. "I'll tell you later, see you." And with that, she hurried inside.
As soon as she entered, she lied down on the couch, thinking of where to start. She had already thought of her plan to get evidence on something being wrong with the house. There were two things she could do.
She could put cameras around the house and she could contact the previous house owners. The last one was a bit awkward for her but she would do it.
But her aunt would find out about the cameras and would ask Regan why she put cameras around. The girl hoped so much she'd understand.
She could put them on her own without any help but she thought to do it when aunt wasn't home.
As for buying, she could use the savings of her own.
Apart from the security, she was also looking for a way to contact the previous house owners. She didn't know them, but her aunt surely knew. If she could ask about their names, their numbers could be found from her aunt's phone.
And of course, she would do this with her aunt being unaware of.
The sound of the opening door got to her and she flinched. She immediately stood up, alerted, and released a breath when seeing it was her aunt.
Her aunt thankfully didn't notice her niece's behavior but she was worried for her. Her niece really told her that this house is haunted by ghosts.
Monica would never believe this. Hearing things and seeing things. Regan's mental health was troubling her.
She knew she kept having nightmares but didn't know the matter was that deep. And if she only knew what nightmares Regan had. Regan wouldn't tell her in anyway. She had told her about a man following her but she hadn't told her that the man was terrible handsome. It seemed like a joke, a bad, evil joke.
And another thing, her hair. What was with her hair? Add up more, the red hair dye box. Everything was so confusing.
Regan looked at her aunt sitting on the couch as she turned the TV on, sensing the worry in her eyes. She wanted to ease her aunt's concerns, so she decided to change the topic and talk about something normal.
"Have you heard about that new bakery that opened on the neighborhood? I heard they have the most delicious pastries. I've seen so many people buying from there," Regan said. She tried this because she knew that Monica liked pastries.
Monica's face softened as she smiled. "Oh really? I haven't heard about it. We should definitely check it out together sometime. I could use a sweet treat."
Regan's heart warmed at her aunt's response. Maybe talking about something light and enjoyable would help distract them from the heaviness of the situation.
After they talked for some time, Regan decided that it was the right time to ask for the house's previous owners.
"Um...I was gonna ask for something," Regan said trying to sound cool and calm.
"Yes of course," Monica replied.
"Who were the owners of this house before?" Regan asked, her voice filled with curiousity.
Monica's expression turned confused but then she still answered. "Some friends of mine. I told you before, they sold the house because they got better jobs in Texas."
Regan knew that but she wanted a name at least.
"And what were their names?" Regan pressed.
"Her name was Blaire Thompson," Monica clarified, "but why are you asking for their names?" She asked, her eyebrows furrowing.
"Well...just out of curiosity, we should know the house's history, shouldn't we?" Regan cracked a nervous smile.
Regan knew that her aunt would ask more about her true intentions, so, she got up and told Monica she had homework to do and quickly disappeared from the living room.
She felt a mix of excitement and apprehension, and retreated to the backyard instead of her haunted room. She got her laptop and sat on a comfortable couch which was on the veranda of the house. Then, she fell deep in thought. She knew she couldn't keep her true intentions a secret for long.
The house's mysterious past and her haunting nightmares were connected, she was sure of it. At least she couldn't think anything else. She didn't had nightmares before moving to this house. Surely it was haunted...right? She needed answers.
Regan grabbed her laptop and started searching for any information about the previous owners, especially Mrs. Blaire Thompson.
She scrolled through online records, hoping to uncover any clues or stories related to the house. As she delved deeper into her research, there weren't any sources of this house. No records of the house were found.
How frustrated she was.
She was sure she wasn't going anywhere with this so she thought another way, getting her aunt's phone and finding Blaire's number.
"Yes that's it!" Regan exclaimed.
It wasn't hard to get into Monica's phone. She could get it while Monica was working, showering or whatever.
So Regan closed her laptop and got up. She left the laptop on a table beside her and walked inside to find no Monica.
"Maybe she's in her room?" Regan muttered.
She kept looking around and when she went upstairs to Monica's room,she peeked through the door to see her working on her laptop.
"It's the right time." Regan thought.
But at the same moment she noticed her phone with her.
Regan knew she couldn't get it now so instead she gave up for now and decided she'd try later, when Monica would sleep. At least she could call Blaire in the morning.
As Regan looked at the time, it was late and she furiously cursed herself for not completing her homeworks. Apart from finding the house's secret, she wasn't willing to do anything else. She was still terrible bored of thinking to do anything else. That house investigation thing was thrilling her for a while.
The notes, books and pens were thrown in the table and Regan felt heavy to go and study with them. However, she knew it was a responsibility and decided she'd do it a little bit later.
As another wave of dullness spread over her, she didn't dare to play games or read books. She eyed the messed books on the table, feeling it heavy enough to fix them. She grabbed her laptop, scrolling through the games she had installed. She always played action or adventure games. But now, she found it stupid. She deleted the files of the "The Witcher" and some other games as well.
Then, she turned to do her homework. At least she could do them, if not study at all.
Just an hour later, she was dying from boredom. She made her mind not to read at all but it was driving her crazy. The homeworks were hard and she had a hard time to do them, from not paying attention to the classes. And then, as if the book taunted her, she grabbed it and opened it to read. The book was fantasy, called "Destiny of Witches." It had witchcraft and witches themes. She had brought it years ago but never fully read it.
"Stupid fairytales," she mumbled, but still wanted to read.
Leaving her room, she went downstairs and sat down on the cozy couch and rested putting her legs on it.
After some time she was right in completing at least the quarter of the book but she drifted off to sleep without even knowing.