• Strange things have been happening again. I've been getting bad dreams, a few
    scratches, nothing much. The baby seems restless all night, but in the morning,
    she is fine. Nothing too odd about that, but it was a number to put in the
    equation.
    It's month number 7, only two more months to go. Matt and I still have yet to
    decide on a name. I figured tonight him and I could talk about it durning
    dinner.
    Hm, now the problem was what to make for dinner. My moods were all over, out of
    all honesty, I didn't feel like cooking. I picked up the phone and called for
    some pizza. It was good enough for now.
    I layed on the couch while I waited for Matt and the pizza.
    "Ta, I think we are having pizza for dinner." Matt laughed, walking in the
    house, carrying the pizza I ordered.
    "Good, you got it." I smiled, motioning for him to come in the living room and
    sit with me.
    I sat up, giving Matt room to sit, once he did, I layed my head on his shoulder.
    "Rough day I see?" He asked, handing me a slice.
    "Yeah, she's mad about something. I feel like I have an all day rock concert in
    my stomach." I grabbed his hand and placed it where she was kicking.
    "Hm, maybe we should put some music on and give her the beat she wants." Matt
    joked.
    "Speaking of what she wants, I am pretty sure she wants a name." I bit into my
    pizza and looked at him.
    He took a bite of his also and looked back at me. "Alright, how
    about...hm...Zack?" He smiled.
    "No, something that wasn't meant for a boy please. I want it to start with an N,
    I mean, other then this pizza, I've only eaten foods that start with an N.
    Nachos, Noodles, Nectorines, Nine cheese mac'n'cheese." I laughed. It was true.
    Oddly enough. "I think it's a sign."
    "Nevaeh?"
    "No."
    "Natashia, Natalie, Nichole, Nicholette, Naria?"
    "Naria. I like that." I kissed him and finished my pizza. "How about Naria
    Arheanna Death?"
    "Perfect."
    Crash.
    "God damn it, what the hell was it this time?" I stood up, but Matt touched my
    shoulder, indicating that I needed to sit. He headed to the kitchen to look
    around and moved slowly on the first floor.
    I didn't want to sit here alone, so I decided to make myself useful and start
    looking up stairs.
    "It was a picture. Ta, hun, come down here." Matt yelled up to me.
    "Okay, coming." I moved slowly down the stairs. Suddenly somethig pushed me
    really hard on my back, causeing me to tumble down the flight of stairs.
    "Tara! Are you okay?" Matt rushed to my side, kneeling beside me helping me up.
    "I think so. Ah!" I screamed, pain shot through my stomach. I doubled over in
    pain. "Hospital. Now." Was all I could say.
    "Oh God, you are bleeding." Matt looked at my jeans, blood covered the front.
    "We need to go now."
    "Shoes. I can't go with out shoes." Matt looked at me.
    "No time." He picked me up, carrying me to the car.
    Going 30 MPH over the speed limit we made it to the hospital in 5 minutes. Matt
    carried me in and placed me in a wheelchair.
    "My wife, she fell down the stairs, she is bleeding and 7 months pregnant." The
    women behind the counter looked at me. She nodded and wheeled me to a room. The
    doctor was in within seconds.
    "We need to do an ultrasound, and then we will tell if we need to force labor."
    He said.
    He called a nurse in, she helped me into a chair and wheeled me to the
    oltrasound room. I started screaming as the pain increased. "We need to force
    labor, there is no doubt in that, ma'am, we need to do it right here. I'll send
    the nurse to get everything and your husband." Tears filled my eyes and I
    nodded.

    Matt's P.O.V

    The doctor decided force labor was the best thing to do, right after they would
    take the baby and make sure that she was okay. Tara was screaming when I got in
    the room. I rushed to her side and held her hand. She squeezed with all her
    might, almost crushing my hand. I knew she was strong, but not that strong.
    "Baby. Out. Pain. Kill me!" She yelled.
    "Ta, love, come down. Breathe."
    "I don't want to ********' breathe! How about you lay on this table and give birth
    to this baby. Ha, if only I was that lucky." I tried not to laugh, it was a
    serious moment, but Tara was out of it, completely.
    "Can't you give her something to ease the pain?" I asked. The nurse nodded and
    took out a needle.
    "Stick that ********' thing in me and I'll shove it up your a**!" She yelled. The
    nurse smiled politly and put it down.
    Within an hour, Naria was out, breathing. "Matt, please forgive any harsh words
    I said in there."
    "Don't apologize to me, you only yelled at me, you told the nurse that you'd
    shove a needle up her a** if she poked you with it." Tara's jaw dropped and she
    covered her face.
    We were in a normal hospital room now, the nurse that she had "threatened" was
    coming up soon with food. When she walked in, Tara sat up.
    "I'm sorry for what I said to you about the needle."
    The nurse laughed, "I've been told worse. I understand, no worrys." She left and
    the doctor came in.
    "Well, we did tests and looked her over, your baby is perfectly healthy. She is
    resting in the nursery, and a nurse will be in to share information with you."
    He smiled and walked out.

    Tara's P.O.V

    "Matt, can you believe it?"
    "I have to. I saw it." He laughed.
    "Good evening folks. Now, first of, I would like to know the babies name, both
    your names and the godparents."
    "Naria Arheanna Death. N-a-r-i-a A-r-h-e-a-n-n-a D-e-a-t-h. Taralee and Matthew
    Death. Godparents..." I paused. I never got to thinking about that.
    "Caroline Jackson. Um..." I looked at Matt.
    "Joshua Conner." Matt looked at me. I half smiled.
    "Great, now. Naria is 5 pounds, Blond hair and hazel eyes. Has all 10 toes and
    fingers. Perfect health for a premmie." She smiled. "You should be able to take
    her home in a few days, have a wonderful night." She turned to leave.
    "Wait, is there any way I can see her?" I asked.
    "Um, well. She needs to stay in the nursery for a few more hours, you can go up
    there and see her, or you can wait here and when they are sure that she is
    perfect I'll personally bring her down myself." I nodded and she left.

    ~1 Week Later~

    We were home now, Naria was in her room sleeping. Matt was out with some of his
    friends, I told him to leave for a little or I'd chop his balls off, he decided
    that leaving would be best. I was setting up my plan for the first week of
    school. I still had another month till Septermber 2nd, but I wanted to be ready
    so I wouldn't have to rush on the last week of vacation.
    Matt was free till November, he didn't have to be at the school, unless they
    called for a gym sub. So I didn't have to worry about a babysitter. When it came
    time for hockey season to begin, Caroline said she'd be willing to take Naria.
    "I love babies, and it's not like I'll get one anytime soon." She would tell me.
    For a few months now, something was sparking between Caroline and Josh, they
    just hadn't seen it yet. We were a group of 3 friends, soon I'd end up as the
    3rd wheel, and if not soon, then I'd have to take it into my own hands to become
    the 3rd wheel.
    Something about the day in the hospital when Matt said Josh's name as the
    Godfather was off. It's like he knew that something would happen between them,
    or it was just a lucky guess. Either way, it was meant to be. I could see it.
    I had decided what I would do the first day, a get to know each other game, and
    then talk about the rules and future assignments for the year. I felt that I
    was going to be the easy teacher the first day, not like some of the other
    Freshman teachers, they always laid down work on the first day. It seemed kind
    of useless to me. I always failed first day assignments, so I wasn't going to
    start the kids off with an 'F'.
    Naria started crying, so I put my papers down and walked upstairs to see what
    the problem was. I walked in the door and her stuffed animals were in a circle
    on the ground facing each other. I picked them up, half expecting Matt to jump
    out at me and say "Got you" but it didn't happen.
    I changed Naria's diaper and she quieted down, soon felling back to sleep. I
    went back down stairs, grabbing a water and turning the treadmill on. I didn't
    plan on keeping the baby weight.
    I worked out for a bit, then I heard Naria giggle. What could possibly be so
    funny up there? I went upstairs and noticed the stuffed animals in a circle
    again. Naria was looking over at them when I walked in. How does this manage to
    keep happening. I knew for a fact I was home alone. Or was I? Could the ghost be
    back? It's the only explanation.
    "Okay, what do you want? You are in here with my baby, you hurt her I swear I
    will find a way to completely destroy you!" I yelled turning around, hoping for
    an answer.
    A bear from the dresser started moving toward me. I stood still and watched it.
    It turned away from me and headed to Naria. It sat gently in her crib.
    "What, what do you want?" I screamed. Then I noticed something, the presence in
    the room was different from the regular ghost. This was a softer, sweeter
    presence. A ghost, friendly one. I blinked a few times and smiled. "I'm sorry
    for yelling, I thought you were another ghost..." I tried to sound as sane as I
    could. I felt something touch my leg and I jumped. I looked down and a faint
    figure was crawling on the ground near me. My jaw dropped when the figure grew
    stronger and a baby boy was looking up at me. I reached down to pick him up, but
    he dissapeared. I couldn't move, that was unbelieveable!
    "Tara...what are you doing?" Matt stood at the door looking in at me.
    "Baby."
    "Um, she is in her crib. She looks fine." He walked over and picked her up.
    "Not her, a boy, a baby boy. He was in here, playing with Naria's toys." Matt
    looked like her was trying not to laugh.
    "Hun, there is no baby boy in here. Maybe you need to lay down." Matt took my
    hand and lead me to the bed room. "Get some sleep. I'll take care of Naria and
    I'll make something for dinner."
    I layed down and nodded slowly. Closing my eyes I tried to sleep, thinking of
    the bay in Naria's nursery.

    I opened my eyes, I saw Naria's nursery. It was bigger then I remembered it,
    it seemed strangly different. I tried to move, but I couldn't. my arms felt
    heavy and I felt pregnant again. I tried to look around, it was hard, but I
    managed. Everything was extreamly bigger, I looked at myself, I was furry, big
    and furry. I was a bear on the dresser. I looked over in Naria's crib, but I saw
    a different baby there. It looked like the baby boy that I saw earlier. He
    looked about a year old, couldn't talk, but was able to move around on his own.
    He looked at me, smiled and looked at a man that walked in the room.
    "Hey Ricky. You hungry, mommy wants to feed you now." He sounded much like the
    man that possessed Cris that day. He looked over at me. "Oh, you want your
    bear?" He reached for me and picked me up, along with Ricky and brought us
    downstairs. A women stood by a highchair and smiled. She looked a lot like me,
    it was weird.
    "Ricky, mama's big boy." He giggled. "Oh, you got Mr. Bear again. You love that
    bear don't you?" She reached for Ricky and strapped him in his highchair, the
    man placed me on the table next to the chair and walked out of the room. "Mommy
    has food for you."
    "Rachel, can you come help me for a minute?" The man called.
    "Alright Joe." She looked at Ricky and smiled "Mommy will be right back." She
    then walked out.
    Bang. Bang.
    The sound of gunshots filled the living room. Ricky started crying and footsteps
    began heading toward the kitchen. A masked man looked at Ricky, he smiled, "Hm,
    they never told me about no kid." He pointed the gun at Ricky. "I better get
    paid extra for killing this one too." Bang. The crying stopped and the man left.

    I woke up screaming. Matt rushed in the room. "Tara, it's okay hunny, it was
    just a dream."
    "No, no it wasn't Matt, it was no dream, it was a vision." I closed my eyes.
    "Of the future?" His eyebrows rose slightly.
    "No, the past. The past about this house. I know how he died. I know what
    happened, I know why he is obsessed with me." Matt looked at me confused for a
    minute.
    "What are you talking about?"
    "The ghost, his name is Joe, his wife Rachel and his son Ricky. His wife looked
    just like me. Ricky was the baby that I saw in the nursery today." Matt sighed.
    "Tara, hun there was no baby in the nursery!" He placed his hand on my forehead.
    "What are you doing?"
    "Checking if you are getting sick."
    "Damn you Matthew. You want to see for yourself, okay, I'll prove it!" I stood
    up and went in the nursery where Naria was sitting on the floor with all her
    bears around her.
    "Wait, how is she sitting? And why are her bears there, I left her in her crib."
    "It's not Naria. It's Ricky." I reached down and picked him up. A sudden red dot
    started forming on his forehead. It grew bigger, started bleeding, it was the
    gun shot wound.
    "What happened to our baby, why is she bleeding, Taralee, what is going on?"
    "It's Ricky, him and his parents where shot and killed here, Ricky in the
    kitchen, Joe and Rachel in the living room. Rachel looks just like me you know.
    He thinks I am her."