Disclaimer is in part one so here is part two merry christmas

The First Ghost

They stood outside the cottage that was once Miss Parker's mother's. Her eyes wide with delight for she recognized it immediately and was whisked back in time to memories of happier days.

"This is my mother's cottage. Why did you bring me here, Kyle?"

"You're trembling, Miss Parker. Why?"

They walked toward the house, although it was blazing with lights, it was quiet. Peering in the front window, Parker cast her gaze on a solitary figure sitting on the sofa, so engrossed in a book, she did not notice the studio door swing open and that a woman that looked very similiar in appearance to our Miss Parker, stood in the doorway. Smiling, she walked over to the young girl and put her arms around her neck, and kissed the top of her head.

"Poppet, are you ready for your surprise?" the woman clapped her hands, laughing.

"Yes, oh yes, momma," she said with child-like eagerness. Leading the little girl into the studio, they found standing there in the corner an enormous evergreen tree and boxes upon boxes of decorations.

"She had a heart of gold," Kyle said.

"Yes, she did, but it was that heart that got her killed in the end," Miss Parker retorted.

"True, but she died believing that what she did was right. Can you say the same, Miss Parker?" dark eyes turned toward her.

They left the cozy cottage and its occupants busy trimming the tree in the studio.

They journyed back to the bulilding that she'd left hours earlier. Looking at the ghost, trying to understand their return to this dark and dismal place.

"What's the matter?" Kyle asked.

"Why here?"

"You've forgotten. Quickly my time grows short."

She saw herself, older, the hardness that filled her heart just starting to take root in her ice blue eyes. She was not alone but with a young boy, whose dark eyes reflected the pain and sadness of the blue ones.

"Smile, Miss Parker, please," the boy said.

"I don't want to Jarod. You don't understand. How could you? No one does. It's Christmas and I'm here in the Centre because Daddy's got a meeting that's to important to miss. We don't even have a tree. It's not like when momma was alive," the tears which sparkled like diamonds in the ghostly light fell down her cheeks. The young boy reached for the girl and pulled her into his arms, giving her some solace and refuge from the pain. Suddenly a second voice interrupted them, from the air shaft.

"Daughter sad, friend help."

"Show me no more, spirit. I want to leave this place.:

Then Kyle shook his head and had Miss Parker by the arms and forced her to watch what happened next.

The young girl smiled at the two boys and her blue eyes seemed to fill with a tinge of happiness instead of the pain and sorrow that would eventually lead to the icy exterior of the adult Miss Parker. She remembered how they had tried to help.

"I've had enough, spirit. It will do you no good to show me these memories for they are of long ago and mean nothing to me anymore."

Soon they were in another place and time, in a room that was full of darkness and pain. A room that once was so filled with love and happiness. Miss Parker watched the woman replace the phone in the cradle and sink upon the sofa, her eyes beginning to fill with unshed tears.

"He does it every year, doesn't he?" Kyle asked, turning to look at his companion," Broken promises."

"He's busy," Miss Parker replied, " but why do you show me this, Kyle?

"Shadows of thing that have been," said Kyle," Don't blame me, if you dislike the painful memories for they are your's and your's alone, except this one.

Herself and a small white bunny.

"No more," she said in a broken voice. Parker looked at Kyle and saw fragments of all that was shown her in his features.

"I've had enough. Go. Leave me alone." She turned to the shade of Kyle and then looked about and realized that she was back in her own room. So she dropped down upon her bed, exhusted and extremely tired, and all alone. She squeezed the pillow tightly to her chest and soom was in a deep sleep.

She awoke to the sound of the clock chiming the ghastly hour of two and remembered the warning given to her by Brigette. Looking about the room, she noticed that all though her bedroom, it had changed.

Part 3