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Chapter 4 ~ Tell Me A Ghost Story

Anastay sighed heavily as she walked down the street. She hadn’t even met Elania, but now she was going out on the town with her? She suddenly felt envious of Taco laying curled on her sofa by the fire. She didn’t know why she was actually agreeing to this.

“Could be because you actually don’t have friends,” Anastay told herself as she stood in front of her office. It had occurred to her that she had no clue what Elania even looked like. She suddenly felt foolish as she smoothed out her hip huggers. Anastay must have looked lost, although her outfit gave away to her good looks. She could tell just by the way the townsmen ogled her as they passed. Some of the wives had hit the men just as they let their guard down and their jaws drop open.

Why shouldn’t Anastay flaunt her good looks? She didn’t over exaggerate like most women, though. She wore her natural flaxen locks in a low ponytail at the base of her neck. Her freckles glistened in the heated sun as her gray eyes glimmer with the accent of her gray tank top. Her white hip–huggers sat neatly on her slim hips, revealing a small portion of her toned stomach.

“Dr. Lontenz?” a voiced called.

“That’s me,” Anastay jumped to attention as she spoke. She brushed the few strands of flyaway flaxen coloring as she straightened her back. She glanced in the direction of the voice. “I’m El.”

Anastay’s eyes locked on a petite girl that stood in front of her. The woman wore a black tank top with a pair of dark navy flares. She wore a belly chain around her toned cinnamon colored skin. She was small in stature and had a feminine build to her body. Her raven black curls were tucked away in a bucket hat as her dark eyes locked onto Anastay’s appearance.

“Hello, Elania,” Anastay greeted mechanically.

“It’s El!”

“I don’t think I know you well enough to use the nick–”

“I don’t think I want to work for you. You might be a little too uptight. Are all doctors like this where you come from?” Elania asked, getting right into a conversation as she tucked Anastay’s arm within her own. She reminded Anastay of a bird, very chipper and sweet–tempered.

“Not everyone is like me, I suppose,” Anastay replied with a small laugh. “My car is over there.”

“A new GT Cruiser?!” Elania squealed with delight.

“Yeah, why?”

“You must be a great doctor, because that is one expensive car!” Elania whistled as she ran her hand of the metallic purple paint. She nodded with approval as her dark eyes lit with excitement. Anastay unlocked the doors, trying not to laugh.

“It was a graduation from medical school present.”

“Your father rolling in the dough?”

“He’s a physician.”

“Did you have to be a physician?” Elania asked as she jumped into the passenger side. Anastay climbed into the driver’s seat and reached to buckle her seatbelt. She listened to Elania chatter away without hesitation.

“Would you like my address and social security number?” Anastay finally asked after getting bombarded with twenty more questions. She revved the engine.

“What?” Elania asked with confusion. “Why would I need that?”

“I don’t know,” Anastay laughed as she drove off.

*~*~*

“Have you been having fun?” Elania asked as they walked into the bar. It was vibrating with country music, and not too many cars were parked in the lot. Anastay figured that this would end up being the excitement in her life. A bar filled with people country dancing.

“Yes, I’ve been having a lot of fun,” Anastay answered as she bobbed her head in agreement. She couldn’t hurt Elania’s feelings. She had a feeling that she would become great friends with Elania. She was such a bright person and very charming. Anastay hoped that Elania would remain friends with her.

“Great! Then this is the best way to end a ngiht!” Elania declared as she pulled Anastay into the dingy bar. Anastay’s nostrils were greeted with a smell of decaying matter mixed with dampness. She crinkled her nose in distaste, hoping the smell would disappear, but she knew it wouldn’t.

The bar wasn’t in the greatest shape. It had been built with the youth of the town, and now it was pushing up daises with the youth. The bar was clouded over with smoke from men’s cigars and reeked of spilt beer. Darkness invaded Anastay’s sharp senses as the music blared into her eardrums. She felt Elania continue to tug at her.

“Kevin! Two Buds!” Elania called as she leaned over the bar. A man towering over Elania’s stature gave a nod, his dark raven locks falling into his face. Anastay offered a small smile, although disgusted with the man’s look. He seemed like a rock’n’roll junkie, selling his soul for a cigarette and case of beer. “That’s Kevin Richardson, he’s really a great guy. Let himself go when Kristen left his ass.”

“You the town gossip?” Anastay asked with a laugh as she sat at the bar.

“The one and only!” a raspy voice called loudly. Elania’s eyes grew bright as Alex leaned and delivered a swift kiss on her cheek. Anastay cringed at the sound of his voice. He went to lean over and kiss Anastay, but she quickly held a hand up in protest.

“I have a problem with communicable diseases,” she told him.

“Does that mean you’re germ–phobic?” Alex asked.

“Something like that,” Anastay told him with dry sarcasm. She watched Kevin lean over and hand Elania the two beers. Elania smiled and gave Anastay the one in her left hand.

“I already know you two have met!” Elania told Alex as Anastay took a long sip of her beer. She figured if she got trashed, she’d forget how annoying Alex was. “I’m also going to be working for Anastay.”

“You mean Dr. Lontenz,” Alex corrected her.

“No… It’s Anastay,” Elania answered with an amused smile.

“I thought you wanted everyone to call you, Dr. Lontenz?” Alex accused Anastay. She rolled her eyes as she took another gulp of her beer. She just wanted Alex to go away. Something about him scared her. He was too slick.

“Only you, Alex, only you,” Anastay replied with a smirk.

“I like when a woman plays hard to get,” he rasped seductively in her ear. Anastay cringed as she leaned far away from Alex’s touch. She gazed at Elania, who looked intrigued at how Anastay and Alex interacted with one another.

“So, what’s interesting about this place?” Anastay asked, wanting to change the subject. She watched Alex sit down beside her. She wanted to hit him, but controlled the urge. She tapped her fingers on the bar, trying to control herself. “I know every place has their own little story, so intrigue me.”

“What kind of story?” Elania asked.

“Any kind of story that makes this place more interesting.”

“I don’t think we have any. Canines–Rose is just plain…” Alex told her. Anastay gazed into his dark eyes for a moment. There was something forbidden hidden within his eyes. She took a moment, tilting her head in wonder. He was hiding something.

“That mansion we have is creepy enough,” Kevin told them as he brought Alex another beer. Kevin shrugged his broad shoulders as Alex passed him a menacing look.

“There’s a story about the mansion right above my house?” Anastay asked with interest. Elania was about to say something, but Alex shot her another dark look. Elania immediately closed her mouth, not wanting to cross Alex.

“There’s no story about the mansion,” Alex told her.

“But Kevin just said–”

“Kevin is a drunk.”

“Funny, he didn’t look drunk to me,” Anastay told Alex with a frosty glare.

“No one ever looks drunk.”

“You do.”

“You need to put a lock on that sassy mouth.”

“Then tell me the story.”

“There’s no story!”

“It’s obvious that you’re hiding something from me.”

“No, I’m not. Just keep away from the mansion,” Alex told her forcefully. Anastay was about to argue back, because she never heeded a word that a man said, but there was something evil in his eyes that made Anastay be quiet. That didn’t end her desire for the story behind the mansion standing menacingly on the hill.