A Haunting in Missouri

arah stood looking at the mansion. It was over 150 years old and her father had just bought it for them to live in. Her mother had been buried a month ago and her father, not wanting to stay in Detroit, had been transferred to Springfield Missouri to run the corporations business and production complex there. The large insurance policy of three million dollars on her mother, an author of children's books, had a double indemnity in case of accident. The drunk that ran the red light and broadsided her mother's car, killing her instantly, qualified her death as an accident and her father had received a check for six million dollars a week ago. That check had resulted in the purchase of this 2.5 million dollar house. Her father had come to Springfield to assume his new position two weeks ago but Sarah had stayed in Detroit with her grandparents until school had ended last Friday. Now she was here, looking at the new house with her father. Her father, Mark Green, had a pair of blue jeans and a white T shirt and his right arm was across his daughter's shoulders as he held her, checking out the new home. Sarah had white crop top and black 'Daisy Duke' shorts on her 5'8 125lb 36D-24-35 body. Her blonde hair was in a pony tail that ended just above her ass as her blue eyes took in the two story house.

"Did you really need to buy such a large house, Daddy?" she finally asked.

"Honey, you know of my interest in studying the Civil War, so this house was something I had to have. It was on the market and I had the money so now I have it. You have your own bathroom off your bedroom and the bedroom is twice the size of the one you had in Detroit. Don't worry, you'll love it honey, I promise. Let's go check it out before the moving van gets here and starts cluttering it up with the furniture," he replied and started walking her to the house.

"Well at least I'm a senior and I'll graduate in a year. Then I'll go to college and not have to live here anymore," Sarah thought to herself. As they walked up the stairs to the veranda which extended across the front of the house and down both sides, 3 moving vans and a furniture store delivery truck all pulled up the driveway.

"Dad, what's with all the trucks?"