Jane was startled awake by a slamming door from somewhere deep within the apartment building. Contrary to popular belief, ghosts did have the ability to sleep. In fact, it was one of Jane's most common activities. It helped her pass the time, as there was not much else to do in the large, empty building. Of course, the phrase 'to pass the time' suggests that Jane was waiting for something exciting, or that something better would soon be upon her. It seemed that was not the case. Rather, all Jane had to wait for was the destruction of the building, and when that happened, there was no telling what would happen to her.
The young woman had first heard of the apartment's closing two years previous. First she had noticed the tenants moving out, one by one, and no one else moving in to replace them. When the men began to file in with their hardhats and blue prints, she knew immediately that something was wrong. It took her only a couple hours of lurking to realize what was happening. The apartments were outdated, but they rest on a very important (and expensive) piece of land. So it was decided to destroy the building and rebuild something more elaborate and modern. It seemed the perfect plan, except that they did not know one important detail. But how could they know? How could they know that Jane's spirit was unable to leave the apartment property. After only a few moments across the boundary line, she found herself incredibly exhausted with a severe headache. The only way to counter the effects was to return to the apartment. In the apartment, she felt strong. What would happen to her if they were to destroy it? From then on, she had done her best to hinder their demolition attempts - messing with their equipment and hiding their tools. For a while, she thought it had worked, and that they would leave for good. But she had been wrong.
She sat up from the pile of cloths she slept on, climbed to her feet, and hurried out the door of her fifth-floor apartment. As she arrived at the railing that surrounded the staircase, Jane was blinded by a small beam of light. Years of messing with the builder's technology had made her quite efficient at it, and with only a wave of her hand, the light disappeared. As the people often did when she toyed with their electronics, the stranger began blaming the batteries. What startled Jane was the young man's voice. He appeared quite a bit younger than the people who normally disrupted her. If he was not with a construction company, who was he?
Curious, Jane turned her back to him and focused her attention on a lightbulb in one of the apartments at the top of the steps. The electricity to the building had been turned off, but with a little focus, she was generally able to turn on a few lights here and there. So she narrowed her brown eyes and stared intently at the bulb. After a few tense seconds, it flickered on. Jane, still transparent to the young stranger, turned back to see his reaction.