Never Alone

I remember reading a newspaper article about a random pattern of break-ins in the Beverly hills area, that just suddenly stopped after the second one. I decided to create the story of the break-ins, but with a twist.

A young thrillseeker has a new way of getting her rush. She decides to break into some celebrities homes.
The first few are easy, until she gets caught by the owner of a huge mansion. If that wasn't scary enough, there's one tiny thing to take into account.
The owner died 3 years ago.

Now Diana has a big secret to hide, and a bigger secret to uncover. One that could leave her the same way as her ghostly friend.


5. Bombing

"You're so quiet today. Did Croftie eat another sock?" Stacey asked, wondering if my crazy cat had done his "punish my owner for feeding me the wrong food" routine again. He did it last year and had to be rushed to the vets. For $2000, we got a half-digested sock and Croftie walked around with a funny look on his face for a month.

"No, he didn't." I replied, taking sip of the coffee I'd bought, "Remind me to complain; this is stone cold."

"I'm not surprised, you've been spacing out for over an hour. Is there something bothering you? She asked.

Is there something bothering me? I got chased out of an (I thought it was) abandoned mansion by the ghost of the former owner! I swear that ghost is going to come for me whilst I sleep and drag me across my bedroom by my ankle a la Paranormal Activity. So, yeah, that's bothering me.

"Do you believe in ghosts, Stace?" I ask, feeling the "Someone's Watching You" feeling on the back of my neck.

She looked at me with intense scruitiny, clearly doubting me. "Did you hit your head yesterday? There's no such thing as ghosts."

"Yeah, I suppose you're right. Anyway, I did it." I say, pulling out my camera and going through the saved photos.

"Prove it!" She says, as I find the photo. I turn it round and show it to her and her eyes widen dramatically in shock. " I knew you were daring, but I didn't think you were that daring." She says, skipping through the photos. "Why'd you make a video?" She asked, finding a video.

"I didn't. Let me see that." I say, going round and watching over Stacey's shoulder. She presses play, and it starts.

I was in the master bedroom, just after I noticed the shadow in the doorway. I can just see the bottom half of it in the camera. I utter my apology, then the shadow moves closer. The bright flash goes, and I can see what looks like black fabric for a split-second, before I hear myself screaming and the camera starts shaking as I start running.

Through the shakes, I can see that the camera was facing behind me, and I can just make out the shadow following me downstairs. As I round the bottom of the stairs, the shadow  looks like it trips.

"Ghosts don't trip. They glide. Someone was pranking you." The encouraging part of me says, as I watch the kitchen disappear behind me, as I was now running through the grounds. There's a quick shot of the ferris wheel, before the video ends.

"Well that was strange. Someone must have been pranking you." Stacey says,as she hands my camera back to me.

"That's what I thought. So I'm going back again tonight." I say, as the encouraging part of me takes over my mouth for the last part.

"Are you sure you should be doing that? It's a bit risky."

"It was just as risky yesterday. Anyway, I need to get some salt water on my legs again." I say, as I scratched my legs up again whilst I was running out of the house. I promised I wouldn't cliff-dive again, but I might as well have a bit of fun. Plus the salt-water is a miracle-disinfectant.

"I'll never understand you. Anyway, make sure you don't kill yourself." She says, as I leave the Starbucks in the mall.

On my way up the path leading to my favourite dive spot, the realisation of how easily someone had pranked me dawned on me. I wasn't letting them, whoever they were, get away with it. I'd be back at sunset to show they couldn't scare me that easily.

I had reached my best spot, where I usually dive, and I was feeling completely relaxed about it. I'd gotten down to my oldest, tightest shorts and tank top (loose clothing holds you down in water) and ad hung my bag on a dead tree. Slipping off my shoes and kicking them over towards the tree, I took 5 paces backwards and launched myself into a short sprint into mid air.

The cold, salty air whipped through my hair as I fell the 30 feet down to the sea below. I tucked myself into a ball and felt the icy water close over my head. That had to be one of my best dives yet. Forcing my eves open, the salt stung them like a demon. It's painful, but bearable.

My head broke the surface of the clear, blue water, as the hot California sunshine baked my skin and hair. I was going to tan a lot this year.

Taking a deep breath, I went back under to swim the 50 feet back to shore. The salt stung my eyes again, but nothing feels as good as a hard swim back to shore. Turning to go, I saw a dark shape in the water. It appears to see me, and the starts making a beeline for me.

It's too small to be a shark, and it's only until it's practically on top of me, do I work out what it is. I turn and will my front crawl to be faster; I had no idea that ghosts could swim.

I now know this isn't a prank, as I can see the breaking waves through the ghost. Panicking, I push my arms through the water, trying to get away. God, they must really have been mad about me breaking in. The spray stings my eyes, as the shore seems further and further away. It's only about 30 feet now, but it looks like it's over a mile.

"When are you scared? Turn yourself back around and confront it." The encouraging part of me says, as I get smacked in the face by a small wave.

"You know not to fight in water." The demoralising part says, to no avail. I get a decent lungful of air to see me through the tumble-turn.

The world sound different underwater. You can barely hear anything over the whoosh and roar of the waves above your head. It's like you're the only person left in the world. The salt water stings my eyes and whooshes in my ears, but I have to keep swimming. The ghost moves effortlessly towards me, like a shark towards a seal. But this time, I'm the dolphin protecting the seal from sharks. I push my arm through the water, propelling me forward towards this spectre.

The ghost can see that I mean business, and can tell that I won't stop until I have made him leave me the hell alone. He stops, and tries swimming away from me, like he's afraid. What he's got to be afraid of, I haven't got a clue.

I had a good head start, so he had better be a good swimmer. The roaring waves above my head do nothing to destroy my concentration. I can't let him get away. I'm nearly out of air, but just a few more strokes and  I'll have hold of him.

He turns towards me, and the clear image shows again. Almost like a light switches on inside him. The water still shows through him, but not as clearly. It's like the actual person is in front of me.He seems confused, like he can't decide whether to carry on swimming, or to confront me.

The ripples in the water make it hard to see him, but I can clearly see he's fading. Can you believe it! I propel myself forwards with my last breath, in a vain attempt to at least grab hold of him, but he's gone before I can even touch him.

I break the surface, about 10 feet from the shore, and he's completely gone. Just like that. Faded from view and existance.

"Thank god for that. Who knows what he could have done to you." The demoralising part of me says, as I tread water.

"What could you do to him, more like. You shouldn't let him scare you that easily."The encouraging part says.

I start my swim back to shore, planning how I could break back in. He can't go scaring me as revenge for one break-in. When I come back tonight, he'll be sorry.

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