Now, here she was, unpacking her boxes and waiting for an unatural incident to happen. Good thing she was used to unatural things. She was born with the gift to see and communicate with the dead. As a child, she was frightened of her gift and believed it was a curse. But growing up and able to use her ability to help others, she was proud to be a medium psychic.
"Tu es tres belle. Pourquoi personne ne t'aide?" A voice broke her trance of thought.
She whirled around and faced a ghost dressing in black pants and a red tunic shirt. The ghost stared at her with bewilderment. Not wanting to alarm the ghost, she ressured him right away. "I'm not going to hurt you."
"You can see me?" The ghost asked. Oh, so he can speak English.
"Yes and I can hear you too. What did you say?"
"I said you were beautiful so why no one helped you unpacking the boxes?"
"Because I live alone? I mean, I was supposed to live alone."
"Don't worry. I know I'm not living." Oh, so he's also aware he's dead. It was hard to tell if people knew that they didn't belong to the living world any more.
"I'm Layla Machinson." She offered.
"Vincent De Dupont, enchante." The ghost bowed lightly. "Nice to meet you."
"You don't have to bow before me."
"It's a courtesy. It's been a long time."
"How long?" Judging by his attire, she would guess centuries.
Vincent then closed his eyes and became more transparent. The energy surround Layla seemed much more electrified and astack of her books was starting to levitate. Vincent disappeared and the stack flew pass Layla to landed across a desk with all the books falling out. The ghost then reappeared and cringed his nose, looking at the result.
"Urgh...It always takes too much energy."
"I can do it, you know. Thank you but I think I should do it by myself."
"I was trying to help!"
"I know, thank you very much but I think..."
"What? I can't do anything?"
"No, I mean, I appreciate your..."
"Just because I'm dead doesn't mean you can ignore me!" The ghost seemed to change his mood 180 degree.
"I'm not ignoring you. I'm trying to say..."
"Say what? I'm dead?!!"
"Well, yeah, you are and I think I can do the unpacking better than you."
"How rude! I was trying to help."
"I know, I appreciate your kindness but I think it's best if I handle it." Layla became agitated; she had more stuffs to do than placating a hypersensitive ghost.
"So unlady-like, no wonder you have to do it all yourself."
"Well, mister, I say you should save your energy and let me do it. Besides, I have to rearrange everything anyway. If I do it alone, it'll be less work."
"Fine! Go do it by yourself! Follie! Crazy woman!!!"
"Hey!" Layla snapped and Vincent disappeared before she could give him an earful.
"For your information, Mr. Dupont, I'm living in the house now. I'm the owner and you're the one haunting my house! So mind you manner, Mr. Dupont, give the house's owner some respect!" Layla spoke aloud, knowing the fussy ghost could hear her.
Great! I have a noble fussy ghost haunting my first home!
Layla knew she had to talk to the ghost again to figure out why he was stuck here and unable to move on. Then, she would be able to claim this place as fresh and hers. Sighing, she continued to unpack her boxes and practicing phrases to start a friendship with her house's unwanted guest.
***Betty's note: This is before Gille and Richard's visit to Layla. This is their first meeting.***