Cameron was headed across town to help his friend Rob McCray with some yard work his dad needed to be done. Any other time, Cameron would probably have turned him down. Rob's yard was huge, but Cameron was broke, and Rob's dad paid well.

There was also the fact that Cameron had been neglecting his friends lately. He had been spending a lot of time with Andra, and the guys he hung out with were starting to notice. They had been giving him a hard time about it. He couldn't seem to get her out of his head though.

When they first met he had found her attractive and interesting. She was much more high maintenance than the girls he was used to dating though. Add to that how obsessive she was about social media and Youtube and Cameron found himself a little at odds with his feelings.
He wasn't even on Twitter.

He realized some of her attention to that type of thing wasn't unusual. Almost everyone he knew had one if not more social media pages, but he had just never had any interest in it. The idea of messaging people when he could call them anytime he wanted, or swiping through pictures online that he had already seen just didn't appeal to him. He really couldn't relate to Andra's obsession with it.

The longer they talked though, the more he realized he really just enjoyed being around her. They could talk for hours about anything, and he loved how passionate she was about her favorite subjects. She possessed an infectious optimism that just drew people to her and he was no exception.

Cameron's only problem at this point was that he had no idea how she felt about him. They spent a lot of time together, but Andra was new here, and it wasn't like she had other options at the moment. He had taken her to Taylor's with him the night before when their party plans had fallen through. She had met a few people there, but he was still her only real friend in town.

It was their night out together that he kept going over in his mind. Andra had been so excited when Cameron had told her about the house on Pinewood Drive, and the ghost of Savannah Miles. She expected him to help her get into the house, and possibly talk to people around town about it. As badly as he wanted to be able to make that happen for her he had no idea how to get it done. Nobody in Inglewood liked to think about that house much less the death connected to it. He had serious doubts that anyone would agree to be filmed while discussing it.

He pulled up in Rob's driveway still thinking it over. After knocking and getting no answer, he tried the knob. Finding it unlocked, he opened the door and stuck his head inside.

"Hello." He called out.

He knew Rob would be alone today. His dad was out of town for the weekend, and his mom usually spent her Saturdays shopping in Bedfield, a town over from Inglewood.

"I'm in here," Rob yelled from somewhere in the back of the house.

Closing the door behind him Cameron headed toward the sound of his friend's voice.

The cozy interior smelled like the mulberry scented candle Mrs. McCray was burning, and the hardwood floors were so clean they shone. The McCrays had the kind of house where Cameron was always afraid to touch anything for fear he would break or smudge something.

He moved down the hallway past the large dining room, and into the kitchen. The floors here were the same dark hardwood. The cabinets were done in white with black marble countertops, a stainless steel refrigerator, and a stove. There was a large island in the middle of the room with the same black marble countertop. Sitting perched atop a stool that looked almost comically small for his friend's burly frame was Rob. He was wolfing down a large slice of what looked to be day-old pepperoni pizza.

"Hey man. I'm almost ready just eating breakfast." He said waving the pizza in Cameron's direction as evidence.

Rob played linebacker for their high school football team, the Inglewood Warriors, and it wasn't hard to see why. Rob was six feet tall and weighed two hundred and eighty pounds. His arms and legs looked roughly the size of small tree trunks. Cameron knew even though Rob was intimidating his looks were deceiving. He was a real teddy bear. The guy didn't have an enemy, and he'd help anyone who needed it.

Cameron crossed the room and opened the fridge. He grabbed a soda out of the door and then pulled up a chair across from Rob.

"So," Rob said, nodding at him amicably, "where's your girlfriend?"

"Oh come on," Cameron said, annoyed. "Not you too. You know we're not together."

"Yeah," Rob said, "you've mentioned that. What's the holdup, you like her right?"

"Well, yeah," Cameron replied.

"Then, man I don't see the problem."

" The problem is," Cameron said, with frustration " that I have no idea how she feels and that's kind of important."

Rob snorted. "As much time as you two spend together she either likes you, or her home life is ridiculously boring."

"I'm the only person here she knows," Cameron said.

"Man all I can say is you better ask her out soon because once the guys around here see her she'll have plenty of options. That girl is hot." Rob said sincerely.

"Trust me I'm aware," Cameron mumbled, running a hand through his hair.

"Actually I kind of need some advice in that area if you don't mind?"

"I'll help with whatever I can." Rob said, "Only let's talk while we work because I really need the cash. I have a date with one of the cheerleaders from Bedfield next weekend and I am beyond broke." He said sticking his plate in the sink and heading for the back door.

Cameron followed him out as they headed toward the backyard and the shed where Mr. McCray kept his gardening tools.

"So what's the issue?" Rob asked as he opened the shed door and stepped inside.

"Andra is interested in Savannah Miles's old place."

Rob wasn't looking at him, but he immediately froze at the mention of the house. His shoulders visibly tensed and Cameron was surprised to see a shudder run through his large frame. Unable to see Rob's face Cameron had no idea what could possibly be going through his friend's head.

"What do you mean interested?" Rob asked cautiously.

"Andra has a Youtube channel and she's got quite a few followers on different social media forums. They discuss this type of stuff together. Ghosts, haunted houses, basically anything paranormal. She wants to research the house, maybe even talk to some of the people involved, but at the very least she wants to go inside."

Rob turned to look at him now. The color had drained from his face, and he looked more than a little sick. He sat down hard on a metal drum his dad had been using to store old pool equipment running one large hand back and forth over his close-cropped blonde hair. He looked up with an expression that Cameron couldn't interpret.

"I don't think you want to do that." He said, matter of factly.

Cameron couldn't ever remember having seen Rob like this, and they had known each other since kindergarten.

"That place is the real deal. You have no idea, Cam. I don't know what it is, but there's something up there."

"How can you know that?" Cameron asked as he dragged a lawn chair out of the corner and sat down across from him.

Rob took a deep breath before he spoke again.

"A few months ago Drew and I were out riding around. We were just bored ya' know? So Drew gets to talking about how we should go up there and see if the ghost is real. I thought he was just joking around, but it turns out he was serious. I didn't want to seem like I was scared, and I thought he would change his mind but he didn't."

"When we got there it was just starting to rain. We walked around the outside of the house, but everything was locked up tight. We had decided to just head back to the diner, and grab a burger when Drew saw the cellar behind the house. The door was broken, so we went in that way."

"The cellar was damp smelling and pitch black. Drew used the flashlight on his phone, so we could see. We could just make out a set of stairs on the other side of the room so we followed them up into the kitchen. He started talking about how creepy the house is, and about how no one is going to believe we were there. Next thing I know, he's snapping pictures of everything, as proof I guess."

"There was just something wrong with the place. It didn't feel right from the start. Did you know the furniture's still in the house?" He asked in a shaky voice. Cameron shook his head. "Yeah me either," Rob said. " It was the creepiest feeling like someone would be back at any second."

"We had to go through the living room, and Drew's still taking pictures. Even with the light on his phone we still couldn't see much, but by then it had started to storm outside. We made it out to the front door and it had these huge windows on either side of it, and a staircase directly in front of it. Every time the lightning would strike it would light up the entryway. We were still looking around when Drew started freaking out saying there's a light on upstairs."

"The thing is Cameron, there's no electricity in this house. Drew had messed with the breaker in the cellar before coming up into the kitchen. It was completely dead"

"We started up, and man honestly, I've never been so sick in my life. We got to the top of the stairs, and there's a room off to the left. The door's open just a little, and we could see the light coming around the door. We could tell just by looking that it wasn't a candle or a flashlight. I didn't want to go anywhere near it, but I felt like I didn't have a choice like something was pulling me in that direction."

"So we got to the door, and we can hear someone singing. We could hear her." He said rubbing his hand over his head again. " It wasn't until later we figured out what she was singing. Drew had it stuck in his head. He just kept hearing it over and over again for days after that. He looked up the lyrics and found out it was from this song called Wonderwall."

"When we got to the door Drew opened it slowly, and it looked like any normal girl's room. There was a table beside the bed and the lamp that sat there was plugged in and burning like it was the most normal thing ever. The bed wasn't made and it looked like somebody had been sleeping in it."

"It didn't look like a room in a house that had been abandoned. The whole time we're still hearing that song like some kind of broken record and this lamp is still on in a house with no power. I was just starting to think we had maybe just creeped ourselves out when there's a huge flash of lightning. The lamp made this loud popping noise and then went out. At the same time, the singing stopped. We weren't sure what to do, so we just stood there like idiots. Then there's another flash of lightning and before the light died out we saw her."

"She was sitting cross-legged on the bed like she'd been there the whole time, except we knew she hadn't. She was staring at us and she had this look on her face like she'd been crying. She looked as real as you do Cameron, but I swear, she wasn't there until that moment. The worst part was when the lightning died out we could still see her eyes. They were silver, and they were glowing."

"I couldn't tell you what happened after that because I ran. Drew almost knocked me down trying to get to the stairs. We didn't even bother going back through the cellar. We just went straight out the front door."

"I don't think either one of us said a word until we were almost back to Drew's house. He made me swear that I had seen her too and that he wasn't losing his mind, and then he made me promise we would never talk about it again. Of course, he didn't need me to confirm it. He sent me this the next morning."

He began flipping through his phone urgently searching for something. When he found what he'd been looking for he passed the phone to Cameron who stared in quiet disbelief.

"It's one of the pictures Drew took as proof that we were in the house. There was no one in that room but the two of us. I would swear to it."

"Can you send this to me?" Cameron asked handing him his phone back. Rob nodded.

"Man, it's up to you whether you go or not. It's easy enough to get in, and you could probably even find a few people who would talk to you about that place, but as far as I'm concerned I wouldn't be caught dead within 100 miles of that house again."