CHAPTER 1

Someone that really gets on my nerves is my mother.
I love the woman dearly but, GOD, let me breathe! I’m twenty one
years old and still treated as if I’m five. I’m
a grown man but yet she doesn’t see that I
don’t need her to take care of me anymore.
I’m perfectly capable of picking out my
clothes for the day or tying my own tie and
that’s why I’m moving. Moving away from
her and her over protected self. Sure we
may be miles away but it’s not like I’ll never
see her again, I’ll come down for Christmas
and Thanksgiving and probably the rest of
the yearly holidays.
She wasn’t very happy when she heard
about what house I had picked out but she
didn’t get the awesome deal I got.
Sure, the house has been on the market for
years because of the story behind the house,
it’s known for being haunted, but honestly I
do not believe in ghosts nor demons. So why
worry?
Even if it is haunted at least I won’t be
lonely, ha ha. Plus, my mother did say she
wouldn’t come visit me if the house is
haunted so maybe this will keep her away
for a while. Just enough time for me to get
settled in and have some time alone. I don’t
mind her visiting, I just need some alone
time.
I switch the radio station from country since
that’s all they seem to play around here in
Kentucky.
I’m careful not to miss my street.
I need to be turning on… Maple Grove is the
name, I believe.
A beeping noise goes off signaling that I
need to get gas. I stop at ‘Russellville Gas
Station’ pulling up to a pump and filling the
tank up.
As I’m waiting I look around the small town
of Russellville, Kentucky seeing small shops
of all sorts and little diners. It was a cute
town, I guess you could say.
People here spoke with country accents and
rode horses in town, something you would
never see or hear in New York.
I moved from London to NYC in late 2011,
it’s a beautiful city but me and my mother
wanted to get away from the bad memories
we left behind and make new ones. New
York was great and all but it was just too
fast paced and busy. I would much rather
live in the country where it’s quiet and
peaceful.
After putting the pump back I jumped in my
old blue truck heading towards the end of
town. About three minutes later I was at the
edge of Russellville. From the small size of it
my eyes landed on a street sign which read
‘Maple Grove’. I turned on the street being
met by a large old white house with a small
sign nailed to the brick, reading, ‘The
Sexton House’.
“Well, this must be it.” I said out loud only
talking to myself.
I pulled in to the gravel drive putting my
truck in park before getting out. I headed
for the front door digging around in my
pockets for the key.
Once found I unlocked the door, opening it
with ease.
“Wow.” I breathe out.
I’m standing, I guess, in the living room.
The carpet is red as ruby and the ceilings
are so high I have to strain to see the top.
Antique furniture with all sorts of colors are
scattered on the floor, a fireplace is on the
far left side wall. I walk over to it excited
for the late night marshmallow roasting!
Above the fireplace a portrait of a young girl
with long, dark hair and piercing blue eyes
with porcelain skin sits on a chair staring
deeply at me. Below the painting reads,
‘Rest in peace, our lovely Anna’.
She was a beautiful girl, I had to admit.
Stunning, actually.
The longer I looked at the picture, the more
lovely her face became. She had to be
around the age of seventeen or eighteen.
“You must be Mr. Styles.” I almost jumped
out of my own skin from the voice.
I quickly turned around to be met with an
old man with white hair and stubble for a
beard. He was dressed in all black with bags
under his eyes.
“Jesus, you scared the shit out of me.” I
breathed out trying to slow my heart rate
down.
I didn’t know anyone else was supposed to
be here.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I probably shouldn’t’ve
sneaked up on you like that.” He laughed
lightly at himself and I.
“No kidding.” I looked over at the man with
a ‘can I help you?’ look.
“Oh, yes. Yes. I’m Charlie, the Sexton House
caretaker. I came to show you around the
place.” He told me.
“Well then, let’s see the rest of this house!” I
happily said.
Charlie took me to the kitchen where there
were off white color walls and white floors
and counter tops with cherry wood cabinets
and matching table and chairs. It was very
nice and big.
He then lead me to the library which was
filled with four walls covered in books and a
few tables scattered around. There are two
matching bedrooms on the first floor, both
with king size beds with full baths.
“Is there a basement?” I asked, Charlie
looked over at me answering,
“No, but there is a storm shelter out back
but it’s pretty old. I don’t recommend going
down there.” I nodded my head not
planning to go see it.
“I saw a stair case in the living room, I’m
guessing there are more rooms upstairs?” I
wondered.
Charlie stopped and turned around to look
at me.
“Only the tower window, it’s a small room
with a twin size bed and a boarded up
window.” He spoke with a hushed voice like
someone could hear us.
“Well, let’s go check it out.” I said heading
for the staircase but I was soon grabbed by
the forearm.
“I don’t go up there and I advise you not to
either.” I stepped back onto the ground
floor waiting for him to let go of my arm for
it was beginning to hurt.
“And why’s that?” I ask the old man in front
of me.
“Mr. Styles-”
“Please, call me Harry.”
“Alright, Harry. I don’t know if you got the
memo or not but this house is haunted and
has been for years.” He says with fear
written on his face.
“By who?” I wondered.
“By Anna Sexton. Joe & Rose Sexton’s
daughter. She got struck by lightning in that
tower room by the window. It’s said that the
outline of her is still imprinted on the
window and that’s why it’s boarded up.” I
thought for a moment.
So a young girl died in this house and I’m
now living in it… What a freakin awesome
story to tell!
“Wait, so the girl in the picture above the
fireplace is…”
“Anna Sexton.”

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