A/N: As usual, I would recommend putting the video on loop.

The day had so far been unusual from the past ones. Drem hadn't prepared her meal for her. Instead, she had made her own breakfast of apple cinnamon oatmeal. During her meal, it had been quiet, and she had wondered if Drem was still in the garage.

Even after she had finished eating, the house had remained quieter than usual. It would've been the perfect environment for a good book reading, but she had already finished her second one. There were Nathan's books, but she didn't really want to read about antiques at the moment. Besides, she would probably just chuck the book after the first page to spite Nathan.

So, she had resorted to sitting on the couch and watching television. Her eyes did travel to the door, though, a few times. After all the cold air was present, but it wasn't as strong as it could have been, meaning that Drem was probably some distance from her. He could still be watching her, however. Of course, she could probably walk around the house until she felt the cold at its strongest, and she was tempted to do so. Or, she could just dart for the door.

Already, she had heard what had happened five years ago, so she figured that she wouldn't miss much if she left. Then again, there was another troubling question besides the fact that Nathan and Drem somehow could perform impossible tasks. Why did no one question Nathan about Drem's and/or Evelyn's disappearance? She doubted that only Nathan knew them.

In the scheme of things, did such knowledge really matter? Maybe, it did, since the antique collector was technically a murderer. Was it more important than her life? No, it wasn't. She had heard all that she needed to.

Then again, what about Drem and his condition? Even if she hadn't heard him last night, his writing gave away his emotions. Would it be cruel to leave him after he had poured out that part of his story to her? Perhaps, it would be, but she had her life ahead of her. She didn't want to stay in this house and keep Drem company until the day that she died.

When her thoughts ended, she found herself in front of the entrance door. Her right hand rested on the doorknob, as the knob begged to be turned. She didn't feel the chill in the air increase, so she presumed that Drem wasn't nearby.

(F/n) heard a door open, but it wasn't the front one. Quickly, she drew back from her escape and went for the couch, but her feet stopped when she heard the doorbell now ring, which was odd. She hadn't seen anyone walk up the pathway nor had she heard any vehicle pull up. Then again, her mind had been focused on her own thoughts at that time.

By now the garage door was open, and the cold air was quite close to her. A seemingly light tap of freezing air met the middle of her back, signaling her to go towards the door. Steadily, she opened the rectangular object and was met by a young looking woman. She had the mail uniform on and a beaming smile. "So, this is the haunted house?!" she asked, excitedly, nearly dropping the package in her hands.

A nervous smile crossed (f/n)'s lips, as she ignored the woman's inquiry and questioned, "So, Otis isn't working this route anymore?"

"Oh no, he moved to another one. He was shaking when he came back. He's not working the route right now, however. He's taking two weeks off and staying at home, but you have some bruises there!" she exclaimed, leaning closer to (f/n).

Taking a step back, she took the box from the mailwoman and thanked her for the delivery. "Those were just fault of my own clumsiness. You should really get back to your work, and I don't want to keep you."

"Are you kidding me? This is the most interesting part of my job today. I can spare a few minutes, but the inside of your house sure is cold. I can feel the air conditioning from here, or is it because there's a ghost in your house? Or, are you secretly a ghost?" she asked, her eyes widening with excitement.

All (f/n) could think about was getting this mail-woman far away, since the worker's life might be snuffed out soon if she didn't keep her curiosities unvoiced. "Really, this place isn't haunted. You should get back to work. Have a good day," she stated rapidly, closing the door before the mail-woman could ask anything else.

Breathing a sigh of relief, she looked down to the package, only to see it being lifted out of her hands. Right before she could no longer see the sticker on the box, she noticed her name on it. "Hey, why does that have my name?" she inquired, as she now attempted to get the box back from him. Drem still held it out of her reach, and she watched the box hover back towards the garage.

Catching up to the box, she was about to try and get it back, but the door to the garage opened and closed. When she attempted to open the door again, it was being held shut. She knew that it would be a waste of energy to continue to pull at the door, so she took a few steps back and wondered how a package could be addressed to her.

Having an idea and heading off to her room, she went to grab her phone only to find it missing. A look of annoyance crossed her countenance, but her question was now answered. He had probably possessed her phone and hacked her online shopping account. The more concerning question now regarded what he had ordered.

Clearly, he didn't want her to see it. Did it have something to do with the doll that he was making? She heard the garage door open and close once more, but the chilliness in the air was gone. Soon enough, she found a monkey at her feet, and he had a notepad and pen in his hands. "Are you going to be holding onto my phone from now on?" she asked, obvious frustration in her tone.

Nodding, he went into her room more and indicated to her bed. She helped him up onto the bed before she took a seat herself , and the cold atmosphere returned. "So, I suppose that you'll be answering my question from last night now?" Another nod came from him, as he shifted a bit on the sheets.

I've had enough time now to recuperate from last night.

"And, I'm guessing that you're not going to answer a question about what's in that box."

That's correct. That will be a wonderful surprise for you, my little doe. You won't be able to resist it~

"That's not a shocker, given how I've been forced to do a lot of things around here," she remarked, her tone now being even with him. "Anyway, please start. I wish to hear how the two of you are capable of such things."

Well, the answer to your inquiry is simple enough: magic. I won't leave you with just that response, though. You probably want to know how Nathan and I came to be born with it. Or rather, how it exists in this world of ours.

Sadly, I cannot answer that question since magic has just existed. It always has, but it's just hidden among the select few that have its gift. There are theories and studies on the topic, but I never stopped and read them thoroughly. I just skipped to the end and read that none of them came to definite answers.

Regardless, magic is probably the reason why Nathan and I connected so quickly when we were younger; we could sense the magic in the other person. This is the case for anyone with magic. They can sense those around them that have it. Granted, one can also tell what kind of magic the other person has.

There are two types of magic wielders: predictors and executioners. Predictors are like me; we can read people's fortunes accurately. Executioners, like Nathan, can wield spells after studying the literature on them. These spells can range from almost anything, and some require more experience than others as is to be expected.

Listening to this, (f/n) couldn't help but think it all odd. Sure, a spirit chaining her to Nathan's house was strange, but somehow this seemed more abnormal. Maybe, she had just grown used to Drem, while she was just hearing about magic existing. Or perhaps, she had expected it to be the work of one of the antiques in the house, but, then again, an antique that could suck the spirits out of people could be considered magic as well.

"How did Nathan come to be involved in that type of magic? Were you aware of it even?"

I knew that he liked to dabble in the more complex spells, but I never learned the names of them. It came as a shock when he cast that on me. All along, he was hiding such information from me, yet I told him my fortunes. Talking to you seems to be helping me realize all of this.

There was a pause in his writing, and she waited, seeing that the pen was still hovering in the air. Funny, now that I look back on it all, perhaps, we never were the best of friends even before the distraction came. Maybe, all this time I was living in a fantasy. Maybe, I gave up my shot at life for nothing. Now, I only wish that I had met you before I had tried to save Nathan from a disastrous relationship.