Moving part 1 (or one of many parts to the ghost story)

* OK here is another part to the story one with a bit of the zinger but not too much other action*

The morning is chilly for March. We have turned down the heat in the apartment to prepare for the mover to come and get our belongings for the short trek to our house.
I am perched on the arm of the couch holding an old mug full of hot tea trying to inhale the steam to warm me. My husband has taken out daughter to daycare for the morning. She didn’t want to go. But we have promised that as soon as the moving truck is at the house we will go get her. But for now I am waiting for them to arrive, alone. I breathe in the steam in soak up the quiet.
Surrounded by boxes. I cannot get comfortable or relax. Not that I really want to. I feel the pressure of time right now. I wan to leave this small crowded apartment. The packed and stacked boxes make the feeling more urgent and tight. The time although slowly moves my mug slowly cools and empties. I start to consider what I can stuff into my own car to start the move without needing to wait longer.
I slump back into the box behind me and sight loudly to break the silence.
“Hello, Ma’am” questions a voice, starling me. It has come from from the other side of the boxes I have slumped against on the couch. I sit up and peer over the box. A large burly man with a hand truck is standing in the open door way.
“Ummm Hi?” I enquire back.
“I’m Rick I’m from the Ver River Moving Company. You husband let me in. He said he was going down to the storage area. to get the bikes. I take it you were tired of waiting. I didn’t think we were late. My crew is outside.”
“Oh, No your not it is just the anticipation” I reply feeling the blush of embarrassment creep up my cheeks, “Ok, everything is labeled. Let me know If you have any questions. You can use the patio door if that will help.”
“So you bought ‘The House at the Bottom of the Hill’?” he says conversationally. “I was wondering is anyone would buy that place again.”


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