The sun was setting, casting a golden glow across a white Southern style house. Sitting in a hammock, outside on the porch was Sarah. Her arms were crossed in front of her as she peered intently at the drive way. Underneath her eyes were dark circles, signs that she hadn't gotten a lot of sleep lately. The tips of her feet gently pushed at the floor, swinging the hammock. A gentle sigh escaped her lips as she reached up and placed a stray strand of brown hair behind her ears. There was a certain grace to her yes, but also exasperation and exhaustion as well. After all she and her family were suffering. Her two kids, a son and a daughter, both begged their mother to live somewhere else. Right now they were staying with their grandmother and wouldn't come back until the problem was taken care of. Their grandmother had been anything but supportive, claiming that supernatural beings were nonexistent. Such a response tore Sarah to pieces. But after living alone in a house that she was sure was haunted she resorted to desperate measures. She called in a ghost hunter. The thought made her twinge. A ghost hunter. She must be out of her mind. What choice did she have though? She wasn't getting any sleep. Her body was currently battling against the flu and her soul felt like it was being pulled apart. She didn't have a husband to support her - the man left her shortly after having their daughter. Sarah needed help, plain and simple. So now all that was left to do was sit here and wait. Hopefully her guest would be here before nightfall.