Chapter One/ Page One from "The Haunting of Andrew Sharpai".

I was watching people in the bar's full-height mirror when her athletic figure caught my eye. She wore a strapless, black dress that pronounced every curve. Her braided dreadlocks hung to her shoulders, dusting apple-butter skin. Although she had on high heels, she walked very confidently and lightly, as if she were a ballerina. I casually turned around to get a better view. The woman appeared to be unconcerned with how many people were watching her while she made her way toward the bar.

I urgently motioned for Lenny, the bartender. "Hey Lenny," I said, gesturing with my head toward the beautiful woman. "Who's that?"