The truck had arrived that morning with all of their new furniture. Caron and Scott were so excited to be homeowners at last. They had driven from the closing in the lawyer's office that morning to meet the truck from the furniture store. When they had decided to move out of their old apartment, they had wanted to treat themselves to a new living room set. Their shopping got out of hand when they went way overboard and bought a new bedroom set, as well.
Scott gave the driver and his crew a nice tip after they had all of the new furniture in place where the proud homeowners wanted it. Caron took Scott by the hand and they quickly set out to test the new mattress.
"I am so freaking happy! Fuck me again. Please, Scott! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, again and again. I want you inside me so bad. I don't want you to ever leave me. I want you inside me forever."
"Oh, please Caron. Get off of me. We've been screwing for hours. I've cum inside you three times and I don't think I have anything left in me. I'm drained, honey. Get off."
He pushed her shoulders away from him as she dismounted his penis. She had been riding it all afternoon like a rodeo cowgirl. He rolled over to kiss her breast and suckle her nipple one more time. He slid his fingers inside her, again. He wanted to make sure she was completely satisfied, so he ran his thumb around her clit until she arched her back and her body shuddered with ecstasy. They were so in love, still acting like newlyweds, even though they had been married for five years.
"Now, do you think we can get some sheets on this bed before the movers come back with the second load of furniture?" He was pulling up his pants as he raised his naked ass off their new Tempur-Pedic mattress.
"I love this old house," said Caron. She pulled the loose sheet up around her naked body.
"I can't believe we finally bought it. I want to install one of those fancy tin ceilings up there. Do you think we can have a couple of tiles of mirrors up there, too? Would that be keeping with the period of the house, or would that just be me wanting to see your sexy ass rising and falling into me while you make love to me?" She winked at him and pinched his cute little ass before he had a chance to shake everything into his pants.
"C'mon, you horny, Devil," said Scott, hoping she wouldn't want an encore of their last love making session.
"Get your butt out of bed. We can consider that mattress christened. I think I hear the truck coming in the driveway. Come on." He trotted down the back staircase, through the kitchen, and met the movers on the back porch.
"Hi, guys. The boxes are all labeled which room they go to. I guess you can figure out where the furniture belongs. You know--recliner in the den, table in the kitchen. You'll figure it all out."
"Wow! I can't believe you bought the old Smithfield house," the driver said as he placed a box on the kitchen counter. "You folks must be pretty brave." His eyes were glancing around the room and up toward the ceiling.
"Hi, I'm Scott Cooper," he extended his hand to the driver. "What do you mean by that? Is there a problem with the house?" He was still pumping the outstretched hand of the driver.
"You know it's haunted, don't you?" The driver looked nervous and his eyes never stopped looking around the room as if he were going to see a puff of smoke appear above my head with a stranger's face floating in it.
"No. The real estate lady never mentioned that to us. What do you mean when you say, haunted?" Scott was already unpacking the first carton and began to put things away in the cupboard.
"There are ghosts living in here. Spirits. Spooks. Whatever you want to call them, they're here. This house has been on the market for years. The Smithfield's would rent it out because they couldn't sell it. The renters would stay for a couple of months, but they would leave in a hurry."
"Well the Coopers are here now, and we aren't going to have uninvited guests for dinner," Scott stood with his hands firmly planted on his hips. He leaned in closer to the driver and whispered, "Please don't mention this to my wife. She's upstairs getting dressed. I don't want to upset her."
Caron Cooper fell in love with this house the moment she walked through the front door. It had old-world charm. The foyer had stained glass windows on either side of the entry. A crystal chandelier hung from the center of the ceiling. There was five thousand square feet of rich walnut paneling, wide board hard wood floors made out of oak, three bathrooms, four bedrooms, dining room, parlor, a pantry off the kitchen and two fireplaces. Yeah, it needed some work, but not much. It mostly needed a good cleaning and the cobwebs needed to be swept away from the corners.
They had read some of the history in the local library about the Smithfield family. The house had been left to the great-great granddaughter of Howard Smithfield. He was a jeweler and very well known east of the river for his fine work in creating unique heirloom pieces, mostly brooches and hat pins. The granddaughter loved roses. She had planted one of ever variety in the garden just outside the back door. There is a path between the rose bushes that leads to her tombstone only a hundred feet from the house.
Nonetheless, Caron and Scott were fine with the knowledge of Emily being planted beside her beloved roses. They felt she would be at peace lying next to the things she loved. But, now with the new information of the house being haunted, Scott wasn't so sure Emily was at peace in the backyard.
It took about a week to get all of their personal belongings put away. All the empty cartons had been tied up and taken to the curb for pick up. The different pieces of furniture had been moved and then moved, again, several times. Caron had worked tediously to get all the window treatments completed, while Scott hung pictures on the walls.
But, Scott had to return to work, which left Caron to tackle the weeds in the rose garden on her own. She loved being outside and fall was a great time to dead head the rose bushes and cut back on all of the damaged canes. The garden had been neglected for so many years and as the new homeowner, she was going to be the one responsible to put the rose bed to sleep for the winter. She wanted it to awake in the spring with color and the wonderful fragrance of rose petals.
By Halloween the leaves had begun to fall and scatter about between the plants. Caron could see at the end of the path how they would accumulate around Emily's tombstone. She would rake away the leaves around her marker every day, but every night the leaves would return. It was almost as if someone was trying to cover Emily with a blanket to keep her warm for the winter.
"I worked in the rose garden almost all day today, honey. How was your day?" Caron was carrying a chaffing dish into the dining room to have their evening meal together.
"I'm tired tonight. I think I'll go to bed early." Scott was pouring a glass of wine for each of them.
"Oh, this is the first time I've had a chance to sit down today. Maybe I'll join you in that bed as soon as I can get the kitchen cleaned up after dinner." She took a sip of the wine. "This is a good choice for dinner, honey. What year is it?" She took another sip of the wine, a bite of the beef tenderloin, and another sip of the wine. "Mmm, very good."
