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The married couple, Genevieve Hwang and Vincent William relocated to a vibrant neighborhood in Melbourne, hoping for a fresh start. Despite the friendly community, Genevieve's persistent hallucinations continued to haunt her. Professional help...
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FRESH START
In the year 2010, Genevieve and Vincent began on a journey to a new home, bidding farewell to the familiar walls of their apartment.
The sunlight cascaded over their new house in the neigborhood, a modest and beautiful abode promising a fresh start.
As the moving day unfolded, the couple found themselves surrounded by the organized chaos of relocation.
Movers scurried about, maneuvering furniture and belongings into the house.
Genevieve, with a crimson scarf adorning her ponytail, orchestrated the placement of items, ensuring the seamless arrival of a white sofa into the living room.
"Put it there in the corner, looking great! Thanks!" she directed the movers with a warm smile.
Despite the excitement of the move, a nagging pain tugged at Genevieve's mood.
Vincent, her partner in this adventure, returned after wrestling another box from the Jeep.
His sweat-glistened physique and the determined set of his jaw showcased his commitment to making this transition smooth.
"I'll handle it," Vincent offered, ready to tackle the remaining boxes.
Genevieve, exhaling with a mix of relief and anticipation, surveyed the half-empty house. Memories of their apartment, a testament to their shared struggles, lingered in her mind.
The decision to leave, however, had unburdened her, and a newfound sense of freedom accompanied the move.
Deciding to join Vincent in the hall, Genevieve offered her help. "Is there anything I could help with?"
"It's almost clear," Vincent replied, dusting off his pants as he surveyed the rooms.
As they discussed the fate of a vanity desk with Jake over the phone, the movers assured a return for the remaining items later in the day.
The couple, expressing gratitude, watched as the movers left the street.
With the transition complete, Genevieve's attention shifted to an old man across the street, meticulously tending to shrubs.
Unbeknownst to Vincent, Genevieve could see the spectral figure—the old man's spirit, a sight only visible to her.
Vincent, seemingly content with the morning's events, encircled Genevieve's shoulder and kissed her head. "Let's come inside."
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The promise of a fresh start echoed in the return of familiar pieces, including the once-unwanted vanity desk. Vincent and Genevieve, standing at the entrance, contemplated its placement.
"I thought you talked about this with Jake?" Genevieve remarked softly.
"I did," Vincent affirmed. "Maybe they forgot to contact him."
Genevieve nodded and headed to the kitchen.
Humming to herself, Genevieve busied herself with unpacking boxes, organizing the kitchen essentials.
Vincent, engrossed in a call with Jake, remained unaware of Genevieve preoccupation with the old man across the street.
As the day unfolded, Genevieve found herself deep in thought about the mysterious figure.
Standing by the sink, she glanced outside, her curiosity piqued despite her awareness of the old man's spectral nature.
Vincent, wrapping up the call, surprised Genevieve with a hug from behind. "So, how was it?"
"Jake will pick it up tomorrow morning, and he mentioned driving his new truck. I asked him to give us a neighborhood tour. Do you like the idea, Evie?" Vincent inquired.
She shook her head, a decision already made. Vincent, seemingly disappointed, received a call from his father, "Dad," he told her, and stepped outside.
Left alone in the kitchen, Genevieve's sense of normalcy shattered when she noticed the old man slowly advancing toward Vincent.
Panic seized her, but her feet remained anchored to the floor.
As the old man whispered something in Vincent's ear, Genevieve, frozen with horror, witnessed the scene unfold. What troubled her more was Vincent's lack of reaction.
The old man vanished, leaving an uneasy tension in the air. Vincent, oblivious to the encounter, returned inside. Genevieve struggled to find her voice.
"Vincent, did you... did you see someone just now?" she stammered.
Vincent frowned, puzzled. "See someone? No, I was just talking to Dad. Why?"
Genevieve hesitated, torn between revealing her ability and protecting Vincent from the supernatural. "Never mind, it's just my imagination playing tricks."
Vincent, still concerned, pulled her into a comforting embrace. Little did he know, their new home held secrets that only Genevieve could perceive.
