Charlotte

All these dangerous creatures in the world, and humans, are the ones I am most scared of.

 People warn their children about the monsters hiding under their beds, not knowing they themselves are the only monsters anyone should be scared of. They are unpredictable and capable of committing the worst of crimes without an ounce of remorse. As much as I am terrified of them, I despise them even more, which leads to my decision to shift from the hustle and bustle of Manhattan to the quiet, small town of Blossom Vale. As the name suggests, the town is famous for its cherry blossoms, which bloom in the springtime and fill the town with a gorgeous display of pink flowers, or so I have heard. 

The moment my real estate agent, Mr. Richardson, informed me about the vacant property in Blossom Vale, I was hooked. It was a small cottage home, nestled between two tall trees, providing shade and a sense of privacy. The front yard was filled with blooming flowers and lush green grass, adding to its eerie charm. The cottage had been untouched for years because, according to the locals, the house had been haunted by its previous owner since the late 1990s. It was a suicide case, which, not surprisingly, caused tension among the people of the town, leading them to abandon the property for good. However, it was not confirmed. It was what townspeople believed since no one had the courage to go anywhere near the house after the incident to actually come face to face with the supposed ghost of the lady who died there.

The reason why I got the beautiful cottage at a cheap price.

Though it had its drawbacks, I became the talk of the town. Either I was too dumb or too brave in their eyes to buy the "haunted" house. Nonetheless, people have been warm and welcoming, but one person stood out the most.

 He introduced himself as Nathan. 

 As I watch him stand at my doorstep with a wide grin adorning his face, and a box of cookies in his hands. The guy had a remarkably beautiful and handsome face, as if God had taken his sweet time crafting him. His sharp jaw and high cheekbones were the focus of it all, not to mention the fluffy, soft curls that perfectly brushed against his forehead. His pink lips were full and defined, but his expressive steel eyes were the centre point of his captivating face. The shadows of the sunlight cast across his skin highlighted the angles of his face, leaving me mesmerised by his stunning beauty for a second.

 Involuntarily, my eyes roamed over his lean and muscular physique; the first two buttons of his loose shirt were open, giving a peek at his chiselled chest. I could not help but notice how broad-shouldered and well-proportioned he was, with toned and defined muscles that were clearly visible. He was obviously someone who takes good care of himself and pays attention to how he looks, with his well-groomed and appealing appearance.

"Hello, I am Nathan." His smooth baritone and velvety voice filtered my ears as he spoke cheerfully. "I thought I should come and say hi to my new neighbour." He points his thumb behind him and says, "I live just across the street. If you ever need help with anything, don't hesitate to reach out. I mean, moving to a foreign place can get a little bit hectic and scary. Lucky for you, you have the bestest neighbour anybody can ever ask for. Also, I can show you around the town and get you acquainted with the best bakery around here. You will love it. They make the meanest brownies. Once-" 

 I cut him off before he could complete his sentence. Like God, he was awfully chatty. 

"Nathan, I appreciate your sentiments, but do you mind leaving me the fuck alone?" I gave him the most sarcastic smile I could manage as the words left my mouth. His face fell, registering my rude behaviour towards him, a frown replacing the friendly smile he wore just a few seconds ago. I am aware of the fact that my behaviour was uncalled for, but Nathan was like the 8th person who came knocking at my door to welcome me. I was tired. I was irritated. I just wanted to sleep the fatigue out of my system in peace, but it seems like the people here don't really want me to.

 I am now questioning whether my decision to move here was a good one or not.

His mouth opened and closed a few times as he tried to form a response. Too bad; I really don't have the patience to deal with this right now. As a result, I slammed the door on his face and moved to my bedroom to sleep, hopefully with no more jovial welcomers wanting to disturb my slumber.

As I tried to fall asleep, there was one regret at the back of my mind. I should have taken the box of cookies before slamming the door on the face of the chatty gentleman.