The dark clouds hung low in the sky as Gloria stood at the yellow antique stove stirring the gravy. The lights flickered and threatened to go out as a clap of thunder made her jump.
“Could be in for a bad storm,” Joseph said, as he sliced the roast.
They worked silently the only sound was the crackling fire in the large stone fireplace. Their white cat, Fluffy, was curled up near the fire. Suddenly he got up and padded towards the pantry door purring.
“It’s strange that Fluffy goes to the pantry door at this time every day,” Gloria said, as she filled the gravy boat. “The green bowl is missing again. Things are always disappearing and showing up weeks later in different locations.”
“The same with my tools. I thought Fluffy was running off with things,” Joseph answered. “Strange things have been happening since renovations started.”
“What is Fluffy so interested in that corner by the pantry?” Gloria asked as she put dinner on the table.
“Maybe there’s a mouse hole I missed,” Joseph answered.
“I looked everywhere for Grandmother’s cookbook and then one day it was in the drawer on top of everything,” Gloria said as she sipped her wine. “I had taken everything out and it wasn’t there.”
“Strange things have been happening all right,” Joseph said as thunder rumbled overhead and a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky.
The lights flickered and went out. The room was dimly lit by the firelight creating shadows in the corners.
“Listen, do you hear that?”
“Hear what?” Joseph asked, as he poured gravy on his mashed potatoes.
“It sounded like someone whispering. Fluffy heard something because his ears were perked up.”
“Don’t let your imagination get the better of you. It just looks a little spooky with the lights off. Remember at one time that would have been all the light people had,” Joseph answered.
The pots and pans on the rack over the stove started to rattle and sway as another clap of thunder filled the air.
“I’ve got goose bumps and all of a sudden it feels chilly in here,” Gloria said, as she pushed her plate away. “I often have the feeling we’re not alone and that someone is watching me. Does someone not like what we’re doing to the house?”
“I am sure my great grandparents would like what we’re doing. After all most of the older style is incorporated into my design,” Joseph said, as he wiped up the gravy with a biscuit. “From the stories I heard Great Grandfather was a prankster and liked to play tricks on folks.”
“We did save the house from the wrecking ball. It would have been demolished if you hadn’t put a bid on it. All our friends thought we were crazy for buying this old place. I think they still do,” Gloria said.
“So far they are friendly but mischievous spooks,” Joseph said, as he raised his glass for a toast. “Here’s to our future. Great Grandmother would like what we’re doing.”
“She might be a bit confused if she saw all the electric appliances,” Gloria said, as she sipped her wine.
“All the family history has been preserved,” Joseph answered, as the lights flickered on and off.
“I’ve got that feeling that someone is watching us tonight. It’s creepy.”
Joseph grinned before saying, “Fluffy seems pleased with something. Look at the way he’s lying on his back as if he’s waiting for someone to rub his tummy.”
“The can opener disappeared again. Have you seen it?”
“The drill vanished too. I will admit its uncanny the way things disappear and then reappear later,” Joseph said, as the lights flickered on again. “If you weren’t so freaked out this would be considered romantic.
“Listen. Did you hear that?”
“Hear what?” Joseph asked.
“It sounded like a chuckle. It came from that corner. Fluffy is purring.” Gloria said, as she cleared the table.
Just then unknown to the young couple; an elderly couple held hands and faded away. Fluffy returned to the fireplace and curled up as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on.”
The lights flickered on and the stereo came on playing an old Frank Sinatra tune. “Well there’s good music and the lights are back on.”
The sun broke through the cloud and a double rainbow arched across the sky. The only sound was the swishing of dishes, in the soapy water, and the clinking of silverware being put away.
Joseph grabbed his bride’s hand, “Let’s dance.”
An elderly couple glided in the air, unseen by the young couple, as Joseph twirled Gloria around the kitchen floor. Fluffy raised his head for a second then put it back down and started to purr.
written by M. E. Hembroff