LOGINNewly divorced Liam Northam buys an old Victorian home that he spots while driving at night because he felt "drawn to it." As soon as he moves in, he discovers that he is not the house's only occupant. His new housemate is a female ghost who believes he is the reincarnation of her husband who died sixty years ago. Liam can't tell his sisters or his best friend because he's afraid they'll think he's having a nervous breakdown. Again. Meanwhile, he gets caught up in the mystery of what happened to the original owners of the house, especially when he stumbles upon conflicting information that doesn't make sense. As he gets to know his ghostly roommate, he starts to believe that she may be right and he might be the reincarnation of her dead husband, after all. But what would that mean for their future? How could he possibly have a relationship with a woman he can't even see or hear?
View MoreHis first day in the house went by without incident. The movers came in, did their thing without breaking anything, then his sisters and Mike, Leanne’s husband, came by to help him unpack what he needed to survive the next couple of days. Cat attempted to open the locked door in the kitchen again, but failed and swore that she would get it to open even if it killed her. While the four of them dined on pizza, Leanne asked if he wanted to spend the night at their place, but he declined and insisted that he wanted to sleep in his own bed. His sisters organized and set up his bedroom and master bathroom, while he and Mike pushed and pulled the furniture to where they were supposed to go. By ten o’clock, the three of them pleaded exhaustion and went home. As soon as they were gone, Liam took a shower, brush
Immediately after work a few nights later, he drove down to La Jolla to meet his best friend Warren at the Rock Bottom Restaurant there. It was the most convenient place for them to hang out since Warren worked as a lecturer at the UCSD campus right in the middle of La Jolla and Liam, who worked in the Sorrento Valley area, was only ten minutes away. He and Warren convened at least once a week, mostly to just shoot the shit or catch up with each other. Leanne often said she found it amazing that he and Warren would have anything left to talk about, especially since the two of them had been friends for more than twenty years.
“Wow… that is… what’s the word?”“Ugly? Yes, I’ve given it some thought, and I’m gonna go with ‘ugly.'”Liam took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. “I think it has character.”“Yeah… of a haunted house in a Shirley Jackson Novel,” his older sister Cat joked, eliciting a chuckle from Leanne, thei
Aiko woke up sprawled on her stomach, her cheek pressed against a cold, smooth surface. She pushed her palms against the concrete slab and opened her eyes, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the stark darkness.Not again. The stale air and the smell of mildew were enough to make her gag. Breathing through her mouth, she slowly sat up, wincing at the stiffness in her neck and shoulders. Through a sliver of light that came from a small window, she could see boxes stacked on top of each other, a broken floor lamp, and a tall, slender figure that resembled a woman, its hair billowing in a breeze that she could not feel.





