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Of course she was my maid. That was exactly how we met in the very first place. I still remember that day. It was the second day after I moved into town. It was a small town, down the River Blossom's region. I called the services and asked for a maid the next morning exactly at 10, as planned before, she was there knocking at my door. I can't really say I fell for her at the first glance. She looked cute and sexy but it wasn't until I realized about her delicate taste in everything that I started to feel attracted to her. It started with me giving her huge tips. It felt wrong. Yet, as you might have noticed I'm a bit shy when it comes to hitting on my maids!

The huge tips, her regular comings and goings and me keeping an eye on her kept on going for some time. But then, in a rainy day in the peak of rainy season when it was pouring outside mercilessly, she came up to me. At that moment I was trying to pretend I'm busy playing the Mondscheinsonate on the piano. I really wasn't. Lets keep it on a hush-hush, but I just couldn't focus on anything when she was around. So, whenever I noticed she's watching me, I used to pretend I'm busy doing something. As I was saying; she came up to me and I had a feeling she finally realized something really fishy is going on. She said that I don't need to keep buying her company and that I could just tell her I like her. Apparently a long time before that incident she gave me a very obvious signal that she likes me. Stupid me! I was never good with signals. I used to always have problems learning boy scout's signals as well when I was a kid!

And this was how we started to date. For the first few months people talked, knowing my position and our previous relationship. We never cared. We were so happy when we were together. The least I know is that I was, I was very happy to be with her. Time passed. Everything was perfect. We used to spend a lot of time together, hanging out almost everyday. Back then I was a studio musician. I pulled some stings, and she became employed in a record company whose boss was a close friend of mine. She was very hardworking and dedicated. Oh! The number of rewards and achievements she made during that year! yet she never left her old job. Everyday exactly at 10 she came up at my door and cleaned the house. Many times I objected but she said she loves to do so because that was how we met. So eventually I just stopped and let her do her thing.

Time passed by and the next rainy season came pouring in our small town again. The rainy seasons are horrible in these parts. sometimes the rain starts and just don't stop! It doesn't really cause much problem, you know, like floods and all but the thunderstorms doesn't really sound pleasant to my ear! They hurt! And the lightnings, they are also a bit terrifying. Every year there are a couple of casualties because of them but the chances of getting hit by a lightning is so small that no one really cares about them.

It was more or less the end of the first month of the rainy season when it happened!I was sitting on my beloved chair reading through a new book, I just bought the day before. It wasn't something extraordinary but it was entertaining enough and for the time being I didn't have anything else to do. Then she came, exactly on time, again as the very usual. That was one of the things I liked very much about her. She was never late. There wasn't much to be done around the house so she finished early and went out to the back of the house to soak in the hot-tub for sometime before she leaves for work. I had to leave to work as well so I just got dressed and went back to kiss her goodbye. And there I saw her. Lying on the ground. With burns and bruises on her chest. Why of all things should she be struck? Why? I rushed back and called the emergencies but there wasn't anything they could do. She was already far gone.

The world kept on turning. it was as if nothing had happened. No one noticed. No one cared! I didn't care! And that just felt so damn wrong! Yet, what could I do? It was the way it was! I was the way I was! So I just moved on with my life. yet I felt so wrong, I made a small cemetery in my backyard. A tomb stone, stupidly lying: “Here Lays Our Beloved Adrianna […].” enclosed in a railing with a small entrance metal gate and flowers and so on. I dropped by randomly and grieved at her grave but it was simply to ease the guilt of not feeling anything.

There are many stories and myths in the region of the ghosts of people to appear at night in the house, if you keep their bodies in the premises. But seriously who in their right mind would ever believe such nonsense?

It was June 13th, around 2:30. Me and Claire were in the tub making out. I was getting bored, I mean come on, we've been there for 30 minutes already kissing eachother. Drastic measures called for drastic actions and so I got to the point and she followed me happily. It was in the middle of it, when out of nowhere I lifted my head up. And there next to the southern wall of the house in the darkness I saw an apparition. It was glowing pale green. It just stood there staring at us, doing nothing and there was no expression on its face. We stared at eachother for some minutes then it faded. I stood. Walked out of the tub and back into the house. I was all wet, dripping all over and most probably I was to mess up the whole house but who cared, tomorrow at ten my maid will come and she will clean up the mess I made. I just went and sat behind the piano. It was an old, second handed upright. I bought it in a very good deal. I sat behind it and the next thing I knew, I was playing the Mondscheinsonate.