• The next morning I woke up and noticed Matt was already up. I sighed and walked
    into the kitchen.
    "Morning Ta." Matt said with a smile. He was sitting at the table drinking
    coffee.
    "Morning." I yawned, then grabbed a cup and got myself some.
    "So you have that interveiw today. You'll get the job." He opened the paper and
    started reading the sports page.
    "I hope, it'll give me something useful to do and an excuse to visit you also."
    I sipped my coffee, leaning against the counter.
    "Well, I have to get going. I'll see you after the game tonight." Matt walked
    over and kissed me, placing his cup in the sink behind me.
    "Bye." I smiled and sat at the table.
    I started reading the paper. There was never anything interesting about it,
    current events weren't my thing, Matt was the one always reading those, well,
    after the sports section at least. I always looked at the little comics and did
    the crosswords and games they had.
    "Taralee." I jumped. Not again I thought. "Taralee, you home?" Caroline asked
    walking in.
    "Damn-it, do you knock?" I asked, putting the paper down and pouring her a cup
    of coffee.
    "Yeah, I do, but the door opened for me. I didn't even touch it." I dropped the
    cup and ignored the sound of it breaking on the ground. "Tara, you okay."
    I blinked a few times and turned smiling, "Yeah, um, sorry, I just spilt some
    coffee on my hand."
    "Oh, let me help you clean it up." She started toward me.
    "No...no. I um, have to get going, you should really leave now anyway." I
    started picking the pieces up and setting them on the counter.
    "O-Okay, call me later." Cautiously she walked out the kitchen and left.
    "What the hell do you want?" I yelled out. "Do you want me gone, do you want me
    to give you something? Do you want me dead?" I stood there, half expecting an
    answer. When I didn't get one, I finished cleaning up and went up to my room to
    get dressed. I walked into the bedroom to find my clothes layed out for me. A
    new pant suit that I had bought a while back, just never worn it. I didn't think
    much of it, figured maybe Matt picked it out for me. I smiled, and put it on.
    I had headed to the school early, stopping at Matt's office to thank him.
    "Hey, I like the suit." He said as I walked in.
    "Well, you did pick it out." I sat on his desk and smiled at him.
    "What are you talking about? I never even went up stairs after I got up and
    dressed this morning." I looked at him confused.
    "Oh, yeah... I meant you picked it at the store." I lied, knowing he wouldn't
    remember if he did or not.
    "Oh, yeah. I guess." He looked down at his paperwork. "Brink really has to bring
    his grades up, or I am going to have to kick him off the team." He sighed.
    "He's one of your best players, that would really hurt the team." I said,
    accepting the change in subject. Thinking about this morning was not something I
    should be doing before a big interview.
    "Yeah, I'll have to have a talk with him." He leaned back in his chair and
    looked up at me.
    "You know, maybe I can talk to Caroline for you, and she can talk to Brink, make
    life a whole lot easier." I smiled and stood up.
    "I guess, but I'll have a talk with him also. He needs to know how serious this
    is." He stood up and hugged me. "You better get going, you are going to be
    late."
    I looked at the clock, "s**t, yeah. Love you. Bye." I ran out the door.
    "Love you too!" He yelled with a slight laugh.
    I ran to the other side of the school, dodging a few kids as I did.
    "Ah, Mrs. Death, you made it. Right on time." The principal said as I made it
    into his office.
    "Yes, sorry. I was with Mr. Death, we were talking about earlier events and the
    hockey team." I said, sitting down and smiling.
    "Ah yes, about Brink I am guessing, he is doing really bad in English. Speaking
    of, you are here for the English teacher job, am I right?" He put his glasses on
    and looked over his papers.
    "Yes, I really think a job here would be wonderful and I do have a major in
    English." Handing him my papers, I sat at the edge of the chair. "I'm sure
    Freshmen English would be a joy. I remember being a freshmen myself, the
    teachers don't really understand how to get to the kids, and I think that I
    could bring fun to the class and get them on the level they need to be on. Next
    year will be harder for them and they need to get use to doing the work in
    different ways and I am sure that I can bring that to the students." I smiled
    again and sat back as he read over my resume.
    "Ah, you really are a bright one, much like your mother. I remember her, she
    taught for the school in her early 30s, everyone loved her." The thought of me
    taking after my mother was kind of hard, out of all honesty, I never really knew
    her, she was always busy with the other kids work and never spent much time with
    me or my father.
    "Yeah, they did." I looked down and sigh. "So, do you think I could possibly get
    the job?" I asked, trying to shift from that painful subject.
    "Mrs. Death, I am proud to say that you are our new Freshman English teacher.
    When can I say you are to start?" He set the papers on the desk and looked up at
    me.
    "I can be here tomorrow, or if that is too soon, next week." I stood up, to
    excited to sit.
    "Well, tomorrow would be great. If that is what you wish. I will see you
    tomorrow, introduce you to the students. Just be here when Mr. Death comes."
    "Oh, sir, that is 4 in the morning. Remember, he is the hockey coach."
    "Oh, that is right. Where was my mind? Then how about 6, get you settled in your
    room and comfortable with the lesson plan for the rest of the month."
    "That would be great. Thank you so much. I will be here bright and early. Have a
    wonderful day." I shook his hand and walked out, heading back to the gym to see
    if Matt was still there.
    "Hey, Tara looking good." Brink said as he walked up behind me.
    "Brink, what a nice surprise." I said sarcasticly. "I hope you know, it is going
    to be Mrs. Death from now on, I am offically a teacher. I would suggest you talk
    to me correctly now."
    "Mrs. D, forgive me." Brink said, shockingly polite.
    "Brink, get to class." I walked away.
    "Girl, you push me down too much." He yelled from behind me.
    "Get used to it." I walked into Matt's office. He was no where to be found, so I
    decided to sit and wait.
    "Tara, what are you doing in here?" Caroline asked, walking in.
    "Oh, just waiting for Matt. I wanted to tell him the good news. I am the new
    freshman english teacher."
    "Oh hun, that is wonderful!"
    "Yeah, what are you doing here?"
    "Matt called me and asked to talk to me about Brink. That damn child can't keep
    up in English at all. I swear, he flunks out of English, I will teach him
    French." She laughed, as did I.
    "Caroline, Tara, hey you two." Matt said cheerfully walking in the room.
    "Hey." We both said.
    "Okay, I know why you are here." He looked at Caroline. "Now you, I will take a
    guess. You got the job?"
    "Yes!"
    "Great. But I need to talk to Caroline, Brink should be on his way."
    "Don't hold your breathe. I saw him in the hall and he was going the other way."
    "Figures." Matt said taking a seat in his chair that I had just moved from.
    "Well, now he has an extra hour of work on the ice tonight." Matt smiled at
    Caroline. "You don't mind right?"
    "Not at all, he needs to learn not to skip things. You think Tara could give him
    an hour of English to do also?" She asked slightly laughing.
    "I will actually get right on that. Sorry hun, see you at home. Love you." I
    kissed him.
    "Okay, love you too. I'll bring home dinner, pizza?" I nodded and turned to
    Caroline.
    "I am going to get some work from Brink's English teacher, hard work, for extra
    credit. I will also add some of my own, you know how I like my English."
    "That would be great, thanks Tara. He really needs it and I am sure his teacher
    will listen to you. He doesn't like me too much." She smiled. "Bye."
    "Bye."
    I walked out of the office and headed to the English department and got some
    work for Brink. I had dropped it off while he was in History. Embarresed the
    hell out of him too. I acted like his mom and pinched his cheeks. That'll teach
    him.
    I headed home, the event earlier was far from my mind, so walking in the house
    felt normal.
    "Home sweet home." I said walking into the bedroom, laying on the bed. "Now some
    rest." I took of my suit coat and covered up. Closing my eyes and just listening
    to the sound of the birds outside.
    A sudden crash caused me to shoot out of bed. I looked around first, thinking
    maybe it was back and tossing things at me again. But nothing was near me.
    I got out of bed and walked around the second floor slowly, looking in each room
    to find out what had made the noise. Nothing was moved. I could have been less
    freaked out if Matt and I had a pet, but we didn't. I moved down the stairs
    slowly, I guess I had a fear of being pushed now. This ghost was really begining
    to get on my nurves. If it wasn't one thing, it was another. Who the hell is he,
    what did he want?
    I walked around in the dinning room, living room, and work room. Nothing was
    moved or had fallen. I knew there was one last place to look.
    The kitchen, as I walked in, was a complete wreck. It looked as though a tornado
    had hit then turned around. My walls were still intact, but the chairs and table
    were flipped, dishes smashed. Every last item in the kitchen was either flipped,
    moved, on the ground or broken.
    "Holy s**t...." I was too stunned to move, to stunned to even say more then I
    had.
    I looked at the clock, Matt should be heading home now, to pick up some stuff
    before the game. How was I going to explain this to him, say that the ghost did
    it? He had trouble believe me with the events from last night, how is he ever
    going to believe this? I had to think of something. Finally, the only thing in
    my head was, "An honest relationship is a healthy one." I had to be honest with
    him, even if he wouldn't believe me.
    "What the hell happened it here?" Matt yelled as he walked in the kitchen door.
    "What did you do?" He looked at me, in complete shock.
    "I didn't do anything, thanks for your concern."
    "I'm sorry. Are you alright? What happened?" He walked over and hugged me.
    "I-I don't know. I was upstairs trying to sleep, I head a crash and when I
    walked in here, this is how it was."
    "Are you saying that 'ghost' did it? Are you playing some kind of sick joke on
    me? Tara, April fools was months ago." Matt started picking things up.
    "I am not playing a joke Matthew. I am telling you the truth!" Tears slowly
    streamed down my face. "Why would I ruin everything in the kitchen, just to play
    a prank on you? I may be ********' accident prone but I didn't do this."
    "Ta, hun, cool down. I'm sorry, I just can't believe what you are telling me."
    "You're sorry? You don't have to deal with this! I do, I see everything and you
    don't even believe me. When we first started dating I said, 'An honest
    relationship is a healthy one.' and I live up to that everyday. Do you really
    think I would break all the things that we worked for? Break all the dishes,
    turn over the table and chairs? Would I be standing here arguing with you right
    now if I did that? No, I would be so tired that I would be sitting on the floor
    and laughing at you!" I was now out of breathe and out of words. Matt just
    looked at me, unsure how to argue that.
    "Taralee..." He started, but stopped and looked around the room. "Okay, I
    believe you. But what are we going to do about it. Call the police? They'd have
    a feild day with this. Print it in the paper, 'High schools Hockey Coach and
    Wife Haunted' we'd be the laughing stalk of the whole town." He did have a
    point.
    "Lets call a median. They won't laugh at us. They can search the house and find
    the reason for this ghost. I've seen it done before."
    "On TV, right?"
    "So, they are really good. They can help us."
    He paused for a minute, possibly thinking it over, trying to find some kind of
    excuse not to do it. But in the end, nothing can to him. "Fine. But this stays
    between you, me and the median."
    "Okay. I'll look for one tomorrow. Lets just clean this up and get to the game."
    He nodded and we started picking up the glass.