Visiting Tabetha Street a fictional story by astrid ========================================= {disclaimer: this story is a work of fiction. any resemblance to a real person or place is purely coincidental.} ========================================= Eva sighed dismally and glanced up at the stormy sky. Pitch-black clouds loomed ominously overhead, and the crackles of thunder echoed through the canyons. Her black shoes sunk into the dirt road as she walked, annoying Eva even further. "Can this day get any worse?" she yelled at nobody in particular. The clouds rumbled in response. Eva sped up and closed her eyes against the driving rain that had started to pour. The red dirt roads faded into wooden sidewalks lined with savanna landscape, and finally, a stone walkway. She stared at the soaking forest landscape desolately. The large cobblestone building lurked in front of her, and she was tempted to turn back the way she came. Instead, Eva marched up to the wooden door and knocked three times. Ka-thunk, ka-thunk, ka-thunk. Flynn's heavy footsteps came up to the door as it creaked open. He looked at Eva, who was drenched in rainwater. "D-do you need something?" he stammered anxiously. "Of course I need something, or I wouldn't be here at your lame shop." Eva retorted ungraciously. She grabbed the door handle and opened it wider, then stomped inside. Flynn stumbled to shut the door against the rain. The stones on the floor were slick with water, and Flynn slipped as he went over to where Eva was standing. "You have something of mine," she stated. "I-I do?" Flynn asked curiously. "Do you mean the sack you gave me the other day?" Eva started inspecting the workshop and peering into closets. "No, no the sack! That was a gift. What's upstairs?" "My room." Flynn flushed, embarrassed. "Well, let's go look." Eva chided, and climbed up the stairs. She began to look in various places. "Where did you put it?" she asked angrily. "I don't know what you're talking about!" Flynn backed away. "You're insane!" "I'm not insane!", Eva snapped and rummaged into a chest of drawers. "Ah-ha!" she shouted, revealing a silver dagger. "Where did that come from?" Flynn asked, amazed. "Don't lie to me, you stole it!" Eva retorted furiously. "it was my mother's, and you took it from me!" Flynn shook his head."I don't know where that thing came from. Even if I did steal it, how did you know it was me?" "I don't trust you." Eva spat. She turned away from him and sauntered down the stairs. As she reached for the door handle, she turned around and glared at Flynn. "I'm warning you, Flynn. There's something odd about you, and I'll figure it out, one way or another." Eva slammed the door. Flynn sat down on his bed. "How did that dagger get there?" he asked the empty space in front of him. "Eva really is a ghost." ========================================= thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed
