She walked the hallway toward the kitchen, looking cautiously into each room as she passed them.

They were still the same.

Empty.

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"Hello?" she said aloud, stopping at the end of the hallway.

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There was no answer. She didn't expect there to be one. She could feel she was all alone again.

"He is gone again," she said to herself.

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She was not sure how long she had been hiding. Somewhere during that time, things had gone dark. She had thought, at first, that she had fallen asleep, but she suddenly found herself in the hallway, fully awake.

'Maybe I was sleep walking ,' she thought to herself.

'If indeed I were sleeping at all.'

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She peeked around the wall at the end of the hallway, looking down toward the front door.

There was no one.

Slowly she walked to the big room with the window that looked out over the beautiful garden and beyond, to the ocean. It was a beautiful day outside.

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"This must be his house," she said aloud, as she stared out the window.

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She turned and looked around.

"It is so big. So much bigger than the house I used to live in. You could have fit my house in this room."

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She was suddenly puzzled as to why she could remember the house she used to live in.

She could not picture what it looked like. She was having more of a feeling.

A feeling that she knew about the house, rather than actual images of the house.

She was very confused.

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She turned back to the window, looking out to the horizon.

"I missed the ocean."

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She suddenly felt that she had been gone for a very long time. Like there was a long period of time that had been erased.

"Where have I been?

Who am I?

I remember I had a Mommy and Daddy and I know I lived in a house, but I can't remember my name."

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She turned and started walking toward the hallway again.

"Maybe this is all a dream. Maybe I am asleep in my bed, in my house and soon I will wake up and Mommy and Daddy will be there."

She had said the words, but deep in her heart she knew it was not true.

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Another feeling overtook her and she felt sad.

"Do I even exist? Maybe this isn't a dream."

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There were mirrored doors on a closet in the hallway. She stopped in front of them and stared.

There was no reflection.

"I can see the mirror. I know I am standing here. At least I feel that I am, but I see nothing. Just a reflection of the wall behind me."

She stepped closer to the mirrored doors. She put her hand to the mirror. At least she felt that she did.

"Who am I? Why is there no reflection?"

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She stepped back again.

"I know I am a girl, but how old am I? What do I look like?"

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She walked sadly away from the mirror, back toward the kitchen.

"What happened to my house? I know it was somewhere near here. I recognize the view of the ocean, although the back yard looks different."

She turned through the archway, back into the living room.

"I feel like something bad happened, but I don't know what. Why can't I remember?"

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She looked out the window, at the ocean again.

She held a hand in front of herself. At least she felt she did.

"Why can't I see me. I feel I exist but its like I am trapped in a thick fog. I can see everything through the fog, but nothing comes back to me."

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She walked closer to the window. She could feel the sun shining through the glass.

It felt warm and comforting, but she still felt an eerie chill.

"Why am I here? What happened to me?"

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She could feel her heart pounding again as a new realization came to her.

"Am I dead?"

She began to panic.

"Is that why I can't see myself.

Am I ... a ghost?"

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She stood silent, looking through the window, watching two seagulls ride the winds above the cliff.

A sudden sound made her look to her left.

"What is that?"

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A large truck, bigger than any truck she had ever seen, was driving into the garden.

She stepped back from the window and watched as it pulled up in front of the window, blocking her view of the ocean.

"That is the biggest truck I have ever seen."

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She hurried to the kitchen and climbed up on the counter that ran under the kitchen window. She could see the doors on the back of the truck open and several men already unloading things from the back of the truck.

"That looks like furniture. He really does live here."

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As she watched she saw a car stop near the end of the truck and the man she had seen before, got out.

"It is him. He does live here and that is his furniture."

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Panic began to set in again as she jumped down from the counter.

"Now what do I do?"

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She heard the front door open again and could hear men's voices.

She ran out of the kitchen and down the hall as quickly as she could.

She went into the last room at the far end of the hall and hid in a closet.

She sat on the floor and pulled her legs up to her chest.

"Now what do I do?"

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I could feel it as soon as I entered the house. I couldn't explain what it was, but ...

There was something.

I walked to the kitchen, just ahead of the first mover.

"Where do you want this, Mr. Templeton?" the young man asked.

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I shook my head. The weird feelings would have to wait.

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"Are you okay, Mr. Templeton?" the young man asked, concerned.

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I nodded.

"Yea. I am fine."

I smiled at the young man.

"And please, call me Will."

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He smiled.

"Okay Will. Where does this go?"

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I looked at the box. It was marked, Master Bedroom.

"Straight down the end of the hall and first door to the left."

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He nodded and hurried off down the hall.

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I took a deep breath.

It was going to be a long day.