A Ghostly Trio

It was 2:30 in the morning and the house was quiet. Victoria and Brendan had gone to bed around midnight after they were sure Shannon could safely go to sleep without ending up in a coma. Shannon was tossing and turning in her bed; she couldn't find a comfortable spot no matter how hard she tried. On nights like these she liked to go downstairs with a fluffy fleece blanket and sleep on the large over-stuffed sofa in their family room.

Shannon liked the family room because it was the coziest room in the house. Her mother had spent a lot of time decorating in here in an effort to create a welcoming room for her special clients. The chairs were all over stuffed and upholstered with an old-fashioned blue, turquoise and green paisley print material. The tables were white washed and there were several white bookcases lining the walls, chock-full of antique books. The windows in the room had white lace curtains hanging in them and the windows themselves had small blue and green glass gazing balls hanging in them. The room had a summer cottage feeling to it, like her grandmother's home in the country that she stayed at when she was very young.

Shannon slowly made her way down the front staircase and narrowly avoided tripping over her fleece blanket that she was dragging behind her. The faint glow of the streetlights around the square eerily illuminated the rooms at the front her home.

Shannon walked down the hall and turned into the family room. She sat down on the sofa and debated whether to turn on the television or not. She enjoyed watching mystery shows that were on in the wee hours of the morning and often helped her fall asleep. Before she could turn the TV on she heard a noise behind her. It was faint at first then it began getting louder. It sounded like a person breathing heavily.

The hair on the back of Shannon's neck stood up and she suddenly felt afraid to turn around to see the source of the noise. She didn't have to turn around because the source of the noise suddenly became visible across the room from her. The ghost of the young Mrs. Edmondson could be seen pacing back and forth in front of the bookcase by the window, wringing her hands. She slowly became more visible though she remained a hazy white color.