The sound of shattering glass jolts me out of my sense of complacency. My eyes dart uneasily around the kitchen. Was there someone else in the house? I leave the dirty dishes in the sink, take off my apron and grab a kitchen knife just in case.

Stepping cautiously into the dining room, the house is dark and eerie as always. I try to get used to it, but its atmosphere still gets me every time. This house is haunted, that's for sure. Ever since I was taken by a ghost in this very place, I've moved in and experiencing some of the greatest sex in my life. The best part is, being the lazy woman that I am, the ghost does all the work while I'm suspended in mid air, relaxed and ravished. Sadly when I finally got round to ironically buying the house from my client as a housing agent, the ghost is nowhere to be seen. Maybe his soul is now at peace.

I'll be happy for him if that's the case, but a little sad for my love life.

The presence of another being in the house is unmistakable. My clammy hands grip tightly on the kitchen knife handle. I can't be sure if it's the ghost or a burglar.

Clink!