"Are you ready for this?" Adam asks as he and Chance walk to the front door of his new home. Both carrying suitcases filled with Adam's clothes.

"Not really." Chance answers, shaking his head.

"You're not scared are you?" Adam chuckles as he slides the key into the door.

"Who me? Naw." Chance lies, shaking his head once again. "But the first time something is thrown at me, I'm outta here."

"Here we go." Adam says as he opens the door and they walk into the large open foyer. "Man, this place is beautiful. I love it."

"It's awfully quiet." Chance whispers as he nervously glances around.

"What did you expect?" Adam laughs.

"Oh, I don't know. Banging, growling, screaming." Chance answers with a slight chuckle.

"Will you relax." Adam laughs, shaking his head.

"Do you feel anything?" Chance asks quietly.

"Oh, I think they're checking us out." Adam nods. He sits down his suitcases and steps forward. "Timothy Foust? I know that you are here. I feel you and I've seen you. My name is Adam and this is my friend Chance. We're not here to harm you in any way. You've built a very beautiful home. I promise I'll take good care of it."

"You let him see you? Are you nuts?" Austin asks as he and the older spirit stands on the balcony, looking down at the two men.

"Why not?" Tim shrugs. "He's going to be living here."

"Not if I have anything to do with it." Austin says with a smirk. "I've run them off before."

"You're going to leave him alone." Tim states as he looks around at Austin. "This one is different."

"Oh, hell no. Don't tell me that you already have the hots for him." Austin says.

"Hots? Is that the same as attracted?" Tim asks. He is still, after all the years, trying to decipher this modern day language. Very confusing.

"Yes, Old Man, it does." Austin chuckles.

"Well, I must say, he is a very attractive man." Tim smiles as he looks down at the blond.

"He can't stay." Austin says, shaking his head as he crosses his arms over his chest. "And that's final."

"This is my house and if I want him to stay, he'll stay." Tim states, raising a brow.

"It's my house. I bought it." Austin says with a bit of cockiness.

"Yeah, and you f*cked it up." Tim growls. "You don't mess up someone's masterpiece."

"Shhhh. They're coming up." Austin says as he sees the two 'intruders' making their way upstairs.

"So which bedroom are you claiming?" Chance asks as they get to the top of the stairs.

"The masters, of course." Adam answers.

The two spirits exchange glances and Austin begins to grin.

"But that's his room." Chance states.

"I know. It's the most interesting room in the house. It's like walking back in time." Adam smiles as he opens the double doors. "It's absolutely beautiful."

"Looks like you have a roommate." Austin laughs.

Adam suddenly looks around in the hallway, as did Chance.

"Did ... Did you hear that?" Chance asks with a shaky voice.

"It was a whisper." Adam says and Chance nods quickly.

Adam steps back out into the hall. It seemed to be much colder so he knew that they were there.

"Timothy, I know you're following me. Austin Brown, I know you're here too." Adam says. Austin's jaw drops as he looks around at the older ghost. "I'm a lot different than the other buyers of this house. I'm a physic medium."

"What's a physic medium?" Tim whispers to Austin. He had never heard of such a thing.

"Uh, he's a witch." Austin answers. This time it was Tim's jaw that dropped.

"In case you don't know what a physic medium is, Mr. Foust, once I open myself up, I'll be able to see you, talk to you and you can talk to me." Adam says as he glances around the hall. "Now, if you gentlemen will excuse me, I need to get moved in."

"Are you happy now? We have a witch living in the house." Austin grumbles as they move to Austin's room.

"Oh, I don't know. I think it would be nice to talk to someone other than... you." Tim says with a smirk.

(Back in the masters)

"I wonder whose clothes are these hanging in the closet?" Adam asks as he starts to hang up his clothes.

"Probably some poor guy they scared off. He didn't take time to pack." Chance chuckles.

"I guess I can just pack them up and when I get time I'll carry them to Goodwill." Adam says. "They're nice clothes. Jeans, tee shirts, button-down shirts and even some leather jackets."

"You'd think that Mr. Lundquist would have already packed them up." Chance says. "Maybe he knows who they belong to."

"That's a good idea. I'll give him a quick call." Adam says as he steps out of the closet and digs his phone from his pocket. He goes to his contacts to call Rob.

(Phone call)

R- Hello
A- Hey, Mr. Lundquist? This is Adam. Adam Rupp.
R- Oh, hey. Are you getting moved in?
A- Yeah, but I have a question. Up in the master bedroom's closet, there are a bunch of clothes. I was wondering if you knew who they belonged to? I was gonna pack them up and later give them to Goodwill if I couldn't find the owner. They're really nice clothes.
R- (laughter) Adam, I have packed those clothes up in boxes many times but they always end up right back in the closet.
A- Really? But ..But why?
R- That. I don't know. Unless someone left the clothes and Mr. Foust found them and decided that he was tired of being a cowboy. That's the only explanation I can come up with.
A- Interesting. Okay, thanks.
R. Good luck.

"Hmmm." Adam hums as he slips the phone back into his pocket. "Chance, hand me a couple of those boxes."

"Did you find out who they belong to?" Chance asks as he hands Adam a few of the empty boxes.

"Maybe." He smiles as he begins to pack the clothes into boxes. "Rob seems to think that Mr. Foust has laid claim to these clothes."

"And you're getting rid of them? Are you nuts?" Chance asks as he watches Adam fill the boxes.

"It's just an experiment." Adam smiles as he stacks the boxes in the corner of the room.

"Well, listen. I need to be heading home. Sami will be calling to see whats taking so long." Chance chuckles. "She worries way too much."

"Give her a hug for me and thanks for helping." Adam says as he gives his friend a hug.

"Anytime. And, uh, good luck with your house-mates." Chance laughs as he leaves the room and heads for the front door.

It was late by the time Adam had finished unpacking. He was exhausted and ready to get some sleep. It had been pretty quiet after Chance left. He wondered if he had pissed his ghostly house-mates off. 

He moans slightly as he lays down in the very comfortable bed. He was just about to doze off when he felt the energy in the room change. He no longer felt alone. He laid very still and listened. A slight smile came across his lips as he hears the antique chair in the corner creak as if someone was sitting down.

The Watcher was back.

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