The Price of a Gift (The Price of Secrets Series) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Ashley Drake
banter is to make me feel just that way, normal.
The first house we went to was the larger of the two houses we were looking at. We walked in and mom and dad headed for the kitchen. I went toward the bedrooms. As soon as we had pulled up to the brick house I felt a sense of dread and I was going to find out what it was before my parents made any decisions. The first bedroom I went into only had one window. I guess it could be a spare bedroom or something. I stood in the middle of the room trying to get a feel from it. Nothing. I went further down the hall to the last bedroom. If I had to pick a room it would be this one because it had windows on two walls. I like a bright and airy room. Again, I stood in the middle of the room and closed my eyes. I felt sadness, but nothing specific. I went to the room directly across from the one I was in. This must be the master bedroom. The wave of loneliness knocked me back a few inches. My heart ached. I walked into the attached master bathroom to see if there were any tissues, warm tears filled my eyes threatening to spill over and I wanted to be prepared. The bathroom was bare.
Walking back out empty handed, I saw an image form out of thin air. It was an old woman and she looked like she was folding invisible clothes or something. She turned and walked toward the back wall and lifted her hand and made a pulling motion. She returned to her original spot and bent over to pick up whatever she had just folded and turned back toward the wall again. It finally hit me that she was folding clothes and putting them away in drawers. She repeated this process over and over again. Each time I could see her more clearly. She never acknowledged me. I think this is what is called residual energy. It's like an impression in time. Kinda like a movie that keeps playing over and over again.
I sat down in the floor to study her. After a while it became clear for me. Her husband had died and her two sons had moved far away. She was so very lonely and was just waiting for death to hurry and take her so she could be reunited with her one true love. I laid my head back on the door frame and watched the replay of the morning she died. She was alone in her bed and had passed in her sleep. Her soul left her body, and before the image left me, I caught a glimpse of a smile on her face as she looked up to the ceiling. Her husband must have came for her, finally reuniting them. It then started back over with her folding clothes. I cried for her sad, lonely last days of her life, and for her happy ending. Because it was happy, she knew she would be spending eternity with her husband. My gift allowed that to be shared with me. I got up to leave the room, using my sleeves to wipe my eyes, having already decided not to divulge this with my parents until after they make their decision. I don't want this house, it just didn't feel like home. But I knew that if they choose this one I could cleanse it and release the energy this woman had left behind.
The second house wasn't brick. It had grey siding with white trim and black shutters. The lush landscaping, and the winding path leading to the door, gave the house a storybook cottage feel. It was sitting on two beautiful acres, which is not the seven acres that I'm use to now, but I liked it. There was a car parked in front of the garage and a woman standing on the porch.
“Hello Marie. It's so good to see you again. I'm just gonna leave and let you lock up. If you decide you want to make an offer just fax over the contract and I will present it to the seller ASAP." It was the listing realtor, she had been waiting on us.
"Thank you Debbie. We won't be long. I just wanted to write down some measurements. Good bye, take care." Mom and I stood at the door and watched her leave while dad got out his tape measurer.
I waited until Debbie got into her car then said. "You know she doesn't like you, right?"
We walked inside and mom turned to shut the door. "I don't need your
The first house we went to was the larger of the two houses we were looking at. We walked in and mom and dad headed for the kitchen. I went toward the bedrooms. As soon as we had pulled up to the brick house I felt a sense of dread and I was going to find out what it was before my parents made any decisions. The first bedroom I went into only had one window. I guess it could be a spare bedroom or something. I stood in the middle of the room trying to get a feel from it. Nothing. I went further down the hall to the last bedroom. If I had to pick a room it would be this one because it had windows on two walls. I like a bright and airy room. Again, I stood in the middle of the room and closed my eyes. I felt sadness, but nothing specific. I went to the room directly across from the one I was in. This must be the master bedroom. The wave of loneliness knocked me back a few inches. My heart ached. I walked into the attached master bathroom to see if there were any tissues, warm tears filled my eyes threatening to spill over and I wanted to be prepared. The bathroom was bare.
Walking back out empty handed, I saw an image form out of thin air. It was an old woman and she looked like she was folding invisible clothes or something. She turned and walked toward the back wall and lifted her hand and made a pulling motion. She returned to her original spot and bent over to pick up whatever she had just folded and turned back toward the wall again. It finally hit me that she was folding clothes and putting them away in drawers. She repeated this process over and over again. Each time I could see her more clearly. She never acknowledged me. I think this is what is called residual energy. It's like an impression in time. Kinda like a movie that keeps playing over and over again.
I sat down in the floor to study her. After a while it became clear for me. Her husband had died and her two sons had moved far away. She was so very lonely and was just waiting for death to hurry and take her so she could be reunited with her one true love. I laid my head back on the door frame and watched the replay of the morning she died. She was alone in her bed and had passed in her sleep. Her soul left her body, and before the image left me, I caught a glimpse of a smile on her face as she looked up to the ceiling. Her husband must have came for her, finally reuniting them. It then started back over with her folding clothes. I cried for her sad, lonely last days of her life, and for her happy ending. Because it was happy, she knew she would be spending eternity with her husband. My gift allowed that to be shared with me. I got up to leave the room, using my sleeves to wipe my eyes, having already decided not to divulge this with my parents until after they make their decision. I don't want this house, it just didn't feel like home. But I knew that if they choose this one I could cleanse it and release the energy this woman had left behind.
The second house wasn't brick. It had grey siding with white trim and black shutters. The lush landscaping, and the winding path leading to the door, gave the house a storybook cottage feel. It was sitting on two beautiful acres, which is not the seven acres that I'm use to now, but I liked it. There was a car parked in front of the garage and a woman standing on the porch.
“Hello Marie. It's so good to see you again. I'm just gonna leave and let you lock up. If you decide you want to make an offer just fax over the contract and I will present it to the seller ASAP." It was the listing realtor, she had been waiting on us.
"Thank you Debbie. We won't be long. I just wanted to write down some measurements. Good bye, take care." Mom and I stood at the door and watched her leave while dad got out his tape measurer.
I waited until Debbie got into her car then said. "You know she doesn't like you, right?"
We walked inside and mom turned to shut the door. "I don't need your
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