Random scary story!?! prt 1 The Yellow Ranch

But is the house really haunted?” Tasha asked Arturo, leaning over a chrome café table, a metal glow lightening her eyes. They were in Boulder, a desolate patio on Pearl Street. He was visiting for only a few days.

“It was,” Arturo said and let out a clipped laugh. He wasn’t wearing his wedding band and was husky in designer denim and mall cashmere. “I had the cleansing done by a local woman, Lucille Mestas. She described it thoroughly, how the house held unrested spirits, a little girl, she had said, attached herself to me.” “Horrible,” Tasha said. “I don’t know if I can stay in a haunted house.”

“It’s just an old house now,” he said. “All the spirits are gone.”

He drank a cappuccino from a white cup, trailing his upper lip with foam. Tasha ran her index finger along her own lip. Arturo grinned, dabbing a paper napkin to his mouth of pretty bright teeth. He appeared much younger than fifty-two, early forties at most. Tasha thought there should be a word for the way he made her feel, but she found too many at once, and so she settled on pulled.

She then asked with seriousness, “It’s safe, right? I’ll be OK alone?”

“Not just safe,” he told her. “It’s sacred. People are different down there. You’ll see.”