I run quickly into the café, trying to avoid the drizzling rain. London could still be beautiful even when it's raining. I wish I ran away here when I had an earlier chance. I smile at the thought that I'm finally away from my dysfunctional step-father and step-sisters. This is my new life. And I know that I'm gonna love it here. Although, I do need to find a job to survive.

It's only been a month and I already feel like home. Yes, the motel kinda feels like home. At least it's something I would've imagined a comfy home would be? A nice bed, not a mattress on a single bed frame; clean, white sheets that smell sweet; a nice warm temperature. I'd do anything just to keep this kind of atmosphere—and that is to find a proper paying job.

It's a good thing I've finally ended my junior year in college, saved up enough to buy a plane ticket and to feed myself for two months. Looking for a job won't be that difficult, would it?

It's been a whole day, and I haven't found anything. It's either they weren't hiring, or they obviously didn't like me. I am so close to giving up.

I clamber out of the cab and take my phone out of my pocket. I glance at my phone and see that I just received a message from my step-sister. The message is full of fake apologies and fake 'I miss you's. I can't help but roll my eyes at the thought. Before I glance down and start typing a message, I eye an ad posted on the glass window of the motel.

It says that they're looking for a nanny.

I think I just hit the jackpot.

I quickly come back inside and ask the lady at the front, "Is that ad still available?"

The woman with ginger hair glances at the ad and chuckles, "Oh, dear, my apologies. That ad's been posted there for over a year now." She stops, "I'm sure the Heelshire family's found one already."

A year. Well, damn. They must have. "Oh, that's a shame." I mumble,

She squints, "Looking for a job?"

I nod and chuckle, "Actually, yes. Badly needed one."

"I see," she starts, "Did you try downtown already?"

I appreciate her concern and kindness, but I really wouldn't be applying to be a nanny to a creepy looking old house if I got rejected multiple times, looking for a job downtown.

"It's been a long day," I pause and shrug, "But I guess I could still try visiting the place."

"Oh," she clears her throat, "are you sure about that?"

"Why?" I pause, why is she acting weird? She's been giving me dirty looks when I mentioned the ad. It's as if she doesn't want me to even be talking about it.

She shrugs, "Some believe that the place is haunted."

"Do you?" I wait for her,

"People came by when the news arose…but nobody really believed it, well, because they never really saw anything. Some kids said they saw apparitions, but you know children."

Of course. These are tall tales.

"Well," she starts again, "I apologize, but I do have some more clients to attend to. If you do wish to visit, I'm pretty sure it's a harmless place."

"Wait. Do you think the place is haunted?"

"I might have heard enough stories." She says then starts making herself busy on her desk again.

I thank the woman and ask for the paper before completely leaving the old motel. The house isn't really far off from here, so I guess it would be a short way if ever something 'haunted' happens. I laugh at myself for even believing half of what she's mentioned. Clearly, I don't believe in ghosts. Her story didn't really shake me, and I really need the job.

Something tells me she's just trying to sell a story. And something tells me, this town doesn't really like me here. As much as my step family never did.