Moving into the old Winter River home, that the Deetz's had bought 15 years ago, was still a bit hard to process for Amelia Deetz. Her Uncle Charles and Aunt Delia had moved out not long after Lydia left for college, but they never sold the home, wanting to keep it in case Lydia or someone else in the family needed a place to stay. At 28, she had long black hair, a heart shaped face, a small button nose, and icy blue eyes. She was kicked out of her previous apartment that she had shared with her now ex-boyfriend, and she knew the stories of what happened at the Deetz's old house but still decided to move in for lack of anywhere else to go. Lydia told her that the Maitland's were no longer in the house though, that they got an early leave after the whole fiasco that happened; so she was assured that the house was now ghost free. Not that she would have minded if there were a ghost or two; Amelia never had a problem with anything that was supernatural.

Most of the furniture was still in the house, much to her relief. The only thing that was missing though were personal items that would make the house feel like a home.

"Okay, I'm in a big empty house by myself, no one has stepped a foot inside here for 15 years, and there is dust everywhere. I can either unpack first, or I can clean", she said out loud, pondering on which option sounded the best. Remembering that Lydia said there was a spacious attic, she decided to check that out first to see if she could make anything out of it. She always had an interest in basements and attics, and if she could get her way with it, one of those two places would be her new bedroom.

The stairs creaked under her weight as she ran her fingers along the wooden banister, disturbing the layer of dust as she made her way up. Once she reached the attic door, she hesitated momentarily before opening it and stepping inside. The room was covered in dust and scarcely furnished, and it also felt like it was a few degrees cooler than the rest of the house. Amelia shrugged it off though as it just being an attic.

"Y'know, Lydia always made it seem like this was the best room in the house", she mused to herself as she looked around with her hands on her hips and a smirk gracing her lips. Turning back around to go back downstairs to get the rest of the things from her car, she was oblivious of the further temperature drop of the attic and the green eyes that peered at her retreating figure from the shadows.

Dumping the rest of the boxes in the living room, she decided that it would be best to try to move some furniture into the attic if it was going to be her new bedroom. Climbing back up the stairs, she couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her. She shrugged it off as her own nervousness at being in an empty house alone, and went to work at moving the furniture from Lydia's old room to the attic. It seemed sensible to her since her cousin never had overly large or heavy furnishing, but she did still have a bit of trouble maneuvering the dresser up the narrow stairs by herself. Once everything was in the room though, she was extremely proud of herself.

"Now for my own personal items", she mumbled as she started removing things from a few boxes that she had brought up after the bed frame and mattress. Fully engrossed in putting her books away in a bookcase she had found, Amelia jumped slightly when a burst of cold air hit her ear. Dropping the book she had been holding to the ground, she slapped her hand over her ear in the hope that the chill would dissipate from her skin. Looking around with her hand still at her ear, she tried to find the source of the cold chill.

"I thought this place didn't have ghosts anymore", she said out loud, hoping that she wasn't just losing her mind. A streak of coldness passed along her jaw and she stepped back from it, her back hitting the bookcase. She looked up in time to see her mirror fogging over. Stepping over to it, she jumped back slightly when words started being written out.

'You thought wrong'.

"Who are you?" she asked, taking a tentative step forward as the mirror fogged over again.

'Wouldn't you like to know?'

"Are you one of the Maitland's? Because I was told that they weren't in the house anymore, not after what happened".

'Those losers definitely aren't here anymore, it's just you and me babe'.

"Don't call me that", she snapped, "And you're him, aren't you? The one that tried to marry my cousin Lydia", she said, taking an involuntary step back at the realization that the villain from all of Lydia's stories might not have died, again, after all.

'I'm the ghost with the most babes'.

"Apparently not if you were beat by a child and a couple of newbie ghosts", she shot back, a scowl on her face from being called babe again. Before she could even realize what was happening, she was pinned against the wall and she could swear that she heard a growl in her ear. Her body was engulfed in a freezing cold sensation, and she was unable to fight against whatever was holding her in place.

'I'd be careful with what ya say little girl'.

"Or what, you're going to kill me for hurting your pride?" Amelia sneered, "What can you do anyway? You aren't out; you're just using whatever powers you have to try to intimidate me. Well let me tell you something, 'ghost with the most', I've had scarier boyfriends than you, ones that failed at trying to get me to do what they wanted me to. So go ahead, do your worst. I dare you". With that, she was dropped back to the ground with a thud, the cold retreating slightly but not completely.

'You definitely got more guts than Lyds did'.

"I've been through more than she has, so it only makes sense that I don't put up with bullshit", she muttered, picking herself up off the ground.

'How about you and I make a deal babes?'

"And what kind of deal would that be?" she asked skeptically, crossing her arms and narrowing her gaze on the mirror. She didn't trust this ghost at all, especially not after everything she was told that he did, but she figured she could at least hear him out and know what he wants. Even though she was pretty sure she already knew what he wanted.

'You let me out-', before the whole sentence could be written out on the fogged mirror, Amelia interrupted, "No".

'You didn't even let me finish, sweet cheeks'.

"Don't need to. The answer is no. I'm not letting you out. I'm not stupid, I have a vague idea of what all you could do if I let you out, and I'm not going to do it. So you can forget about your deal".

'What if I promised that I won't do anything bad?'

"Like I would actually believe a promise from you? Yeah I don't think so. Can you leave me alone now so I can finish unpacking?" she was already getting bored with this discussion, and she felt that if they kept going, they would just run circles around letting him out or not. Not that she was planning on letting him out, ever.

'Babes, I'm a ghost. As long as you're in this house, I aint leavin' you alone till you let me out'.

'Great', she thought uncrossing her arms and going over to the bed where she ungracefully flopped down, "Whatever, I'll unpack later. The conversation is over, because as much as I love waiting and staring at a mirror for answers, it's actually really boring, so I think I'm just gonna call it a night", she mumbled from her spot on the bed, curling into a ball and then stretching out to get comfortable.

Author's note:

I'm still new to posting my stories where other people can read them, other than my pestering mother, so please be easy on me if you decide to review. I know I'm not a great writer, I sometimes forget important details, I skip around a bit, but I'm trying to work on it, so please be patient with me if you decide to continue reading :)