A Curse or a Dream Come True?
Chapter 1
"Mel, honey, you okay?" a worried Jim Clancy called to his wife who was currently vomiting up tonight's dinner in the bathroom. Melinda Gordon washed her face and walked back into the couple's bedroom.
"I'm fine, just felt a little nauseous," she replied joining her husband on their bed.
"Shouldn't we be done with this? I thought you said he crossed over?" Jim questioned, referring to the ghost Melinda had crossed over a few days ago.
"Yeah, he is, but maybe I actually have the flu," she suggested, hoping that would put his mind to rest.
"You sure? Maybe you should let Delia handle the store for a few days, you know, 'till it passes. Melinda smiled and kissed him.
"I'm fine, I promise."
"Okay," Jim said crawling beneath the covers. "But promise me you'll go home if you start to feel sick."
"I will, I promise. Now it's time to go to sleep," she said leaning over and kissing him goodnight.
"'Night. I love you," he murmured.
"I love you too," she said softly, drifting of into a pleasant sleep.
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"Morning," Delia said as Melinda walked into the store the next morning.
"Hey," Melinda asnwered rather groggily.
"Long night?" Delia asked.
"Yeah, but it's weird 'cause he's gone now," Melinda said, her lips pursed, deep in thought.
" Who's gone?" Delia asked. A sense of panic suddenly filled Melinda;s face.
"Uh...this guy...from my dream. I'm gonna go get some coffee, you want anything?" she said rather quickly.
"No thanks, I'm...fine," Delia said, her voice full of curiousity and uncertainty.
"Okay, I'll be right back," Melinda said, jetting out of the store, That was close, she thought to herself
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"Melinda!" Prof. Rick Payne cried as he spotted her leaving Village Java, the local coffee shop. Melinda smiled.
"Oh hey Rick," she said warmly. Rick was a professor at Rockland University and frequently helped her out with her many ghost mysteries.
"Anymore ghosts for me to decode?" he asked hopefully.
"Not so loud!" Melinda warned. "And no, unfortunately," she added, a major hint of sarcasm.
"Sorry," he said addressing her warning. The two stood rather akwardly without a word.
"Shouldn't you be getting back for a lecture or something?" she asked, hinting at the invitation to leave.
"Right. Yeah I have a lecture in 15 minutes. I should get going."
"Yes you should," she said sounding a tad bit annoyed.
"Okay, well, see you later. You know where to find me!" he called.
"Unfortunately," she muttered under her breath, making her way back to the store.
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"Ooooh, let me help you!" Melinda said rushing over to Delia who was carrying a bunch of extremely heavy looking boxes. Delia smiled.
"Thanks," she said as Melinda relieved her of a few.
"No problem," she answered setting the boxes down. "Sell anything?"
"A few candles, that's about it." Melinda nodded.
"Why don't you go take a break? I can watch the store and you look like you really need some air," Melinda offered. Delia smiled.
"Thanks. I won't be long."
"Oh, take as long as you need. I'm quite capable of running the store on my own for at least a little while." Delia smiled then grabbed her coat and headed out.
Melinda smiled and bent down to pick up a pen she had dropped. As she stood up again, Melinda gasped.
There stood someone who Melinda had hoped never to see again, at least not in this life and there she was standing face to face with him. Standing face to face with Eric, the ghost she had crossed over nearly three days ago.
