Will Never Give Up

A Ghost Whisperer Story By

HCBalwayshappy

It was freezing. Not cold, not chilly. Just freezing. Shivering in her several blankets, she sat up from her bed. Her husband was gone, already left for his shift as a paramedic/firefighter. It was then that she felt the presence, the presence she felt everyday. Every second. An earth bound spirit has come to her for help. This one was cold.

"Who are you?" She asked an empty room, as she couldn't see the ghost, yet. Not thinking it was possible it got colder, when the ghost appeared next to her. It was just a blob of blue light shaped in a human figure.

"You have to find it," It whispered in her ear sending a chill down her spine. It was a little boy's voice.

"Find what?"

"He's coming, he's coming. To kill again."

"Who's coming?" The blue spirit turned around suddenly, then disappeared. You'd think if they wanted my help. They'd stay around longer. He'll be back. With that last thought the room suddenly got warm again, and she fell asleep.

"Hi Delia," Melinda smiled as she walked into the shop that morning.

"Hi," Delia said in return, "Hey guess what?"

"What?" Melinda questioned as she set her keys on the table.

"Someone bought the house down on Spring, the really big one."

"Wow, really?"

"Yeah! It's really great!"

"That is! You really deserve to have a sale, after everything."

"Thanks, Mel."

Suddenly the room turned cold and Melinda could see her breath, she felt her body go numb, she couldn't move. The blue spirit appeared again, but his transparent state disappeared and a teen aged boy appeared in it's place. His brown hair was matted and bloody, his eyes were blue and looked cold, his face covered in bruises, and he had a purplish blue, look. Poor boy. Melinda thought.

"You have to find my body, please, My parents don't know what happened to me," He pleaded.

"What's your name Sweetie?" Melinda asked, in a whisper, due to the cold.

"John, John Cairy."

"Do...You know where your body is?"

"Yes, you have to hurry, he's coming." He turned around, just like he did the other night, then, poof, he was gone. The warmth returned. Melinda immediately walked towards her laptop in the back room, Delia just shook her head and continued to rearrange things in the store.

After doing some research on John Cairy, she found out that he was a fourteen year old boy. Taken from his home, by an unknown man. He's been missing for one month, he lived in a town just a few miles from Grandview. The kidnapper sent a note to the parents saying he was going to kill John and several other people unless they figured out who he was by the end of three weeks.

Delia walked up to her friend whose face was so close to the computer screen, her nose was nearly touching it.

"Everything okay?" Melinda jumped at Delia's voice. Looking at her friends facial expression, she knew. "Ghost?" Melinda nodded.

"This poor little boy, he was taken from his home. His parents were told that if they could figure out who the kidnapper was, he'd let him go."

"Did they?" Delia asked, and Melinda looked at her questioningly. "Oh right."

"No they guessed, but he never told them whether they were right, or wrong. He was presumed dead, but the parents still haven't given up. They don't even Know!" Melinda stated with a feeling of empathy.

"Oh that's so sad, are you going to tell them?"

"No, John wants me to find his body first." Melinda decided to leave the part out that the killer was going to kill again. She didn't want to bring her best friend into that. And as if on cue the boy showed up and Melinda felt the cold. Delia who was oblivious to the freezing temperature looked at Melinda concerned.

"He's there now, checking on me. You have to go tomorrow, you have to get my body, so my parents know."

"Why is it cold, did he freeze you to death?"

"No, that's just the last thing I felt before I died and the last thing I saw was his cold, hatred filled eyes. He likes to play games, he told me so."

"John, I will help you okay. I promise."

After the long day at work she headed home to see Jim, who she knew had a long day. All she could hear outside of the door was ambulance sirens and fire trucks. Each time she ran outside worried, worried if she'd ever see him again. She placed her keys in the lock, and opened the door.

"Jim, I'm home. Jim?" No response, Melinda ran upstairs to find him. She smiled when she saw him fast asleep on the bed. She walked over to him and kissed his forehead. "Sweet Dreams." She whispered.

"They aren't coming for you boy." The man hissed. She couldn't see his face, but she could could see his eyes. John was right, they were cold, hatred filled eyes. "No way they'll guess who I am. So you and everyone else will die too."

"I just want to go home." Said John. The man punched him in the face.

"Too bad." Melinda could hear others in the room crying, so that meant John wasn't alone. That there really was others. He probably killed them all. It was then that he heard the gun shot. Not aimed for John, no, but for someone else.

"They didn't guess my name!" Said the man, in a cheerful voice as he sang, "Now you all will die!"

Melinda shot up from her bed and looked at the clock. 6:30 A.M.

"He killed them in front of me, then me, and he will kill again." Melinda turned to see the boy, "You have to go to my body, I can't see him kill anymore. So Cold. So much Pain."Then John was gone.

Okay this is my first Ghost Whisperer Fan Fiction! I hope you liked it though! I love Ghost Whisperer! It is the best show ever! Anyway I had this idea and I just really wanted to write it down. Please tell me if there is anything I need to work on, I'd really appreciate it! Thanks!

-HCB