Haunted? Why was I chosen to find out if this place was haunted! I don't think that this was in the paperwork I signed, no I know it wasn’t.

I sit there and wonder if this bothers me and come to the conclusion that it doesn't. I'm fine with this. I’ve always enjoyed all things supernatural and watching horror movies.

You would think that means I know better, but really it just doesn’t scare me death isn’t so bad anymore. Just the fact that I have the opportunity to be here and get myself in order is truly a blessing.

Well first things first. I need to familiarize myself with my new temporary home. If I don't know this place well enough, how will I know if anything moves or changes. That is one way to find out if a place is haunted, right?

I laugh at myself as I realize that I truly have no idea about how to go about doing this. Laughing feels good, and I have no one here to judge me on whether or not my laugh sounds weird. No one here to tease me, no one to bully me, no one to tell me to stop being depressed because it is bumming them out. No one here... besides me and perhaps some ghosts?

I pause at that thought. Is it really just me here, or has the other living person already shown up? I was told I would be the first on here, but I was delayed. At this thought I decide to start running through the cabin to see if I spot anyone.

I pop my nose into each room, not really taking them in yet, just seeing if I spot anyone or anything. After running around, I confirm that I am alone. And with that being acknowledged I go back downstairs and end up sneezing a few times. Man, this place is dusty and musty. When is the last time that it has been cleaned? I suppose that will be my first task.

After deciding that I was going to clean everything I came to yet another realization. I didn't know where the cleaning supplies are kept, or even if there are any cleaning supplies here. It is a silly thought as all places should keep cleaning supplies.

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I lean against a wall and run my fingers through my hair and think. I also close my eyes to help picture all of the rooms that I had passed by earlier. Cleaning supplies... Wait! I know where there might be some.

I smile and slip my shoes back on and step outside. I had seen a shed out here. Might as well start there. I assume that there would not be any of the liquid cleaning supplies, as they would freeze but I should be able to at least find a broom, a mop and a bucket.

Walking out to the shed I once again marvel at how wonderful the breeze felt on my face, and how fresh the air smelt. I hope that I never get used to this and that this feeling will always bring me joy.

I try to picture a dance in my head that could capture the feeling of the breeze, the feeling of freedom. I tip my head back, and give a small spin with one leg lifted. Bah, that didn’t feel right, I would need to work on it.

I let the breeze wash over me and I walk over to the shed. I pull out the keys that I was given when I see that the shed has a padlock. I wonder if it is hiding any sinister secrets.

I pull the door open and jump back just in time as a bucket nearly falls onto my head. I curse under my breath and pick it up to set it upright. I would most likely be needing that bucket to mix cleaning supplies into.

I shake my head and look inside the shed. There is a light bulb hanging from the ceiling and I pull the chain to turn it on. The light illuminates the shed and I praise myself. Yes, there were cleaning supplies.

I grab everything I need and put it into the murderous bucket to make it easier to carry. Wait murderous bucket?

I spin around looking up, left, right and even down and around my feet. Murderous bucket or murderous ghost? I shiver at the thought and hope that if there are any ghosts here, they are kind and nowhere close to the murderous type.

I leap out of the shed and quickly close the door behind me, just in case, locking it up tight again. You never know, right?

Now that I had my mop, bucket and broom I needed to find the rest. Where do people keep things… I know that my parents had kept some cleaning supplies under the kitchen sink, the supplies to clean the bathroom under the bathroom sink and so on and so forth.

Great sinks, keepers of cleaning supplies!

I walk into the kitchen to see if I was right. I was! I had some bleach, spray bottles, all-purpose cleaner, floor cleaner, mop, sponges, and rags. I was all set. I decided to start cleaning the cabin from top to bottom.

There was a half bath near the entrance, and a full bath down one hallway both of which I cleaned thoroughly. When I was done I was out of breath, something that really upset me. I wonder what I would be doing if I hadn’t…

CRASH!