Fade in
(We open on a bedroom, darkened because of nightfall. A clock on the wall reads: midnight. On the further left side of the bedroom is a twin sized bed, pink, with a dark brown headboard and one blanket and a pillow. A girl is lying on top of the bed, about 14 sprawled over, her magenta bangs tangled and her dark brown hair fallen over her tan face. On the right side of the room, by a slightly opened window is a girl with purple-dyed hair with a few green highlights on the bangs, her skin paler, and bed with blue sheets and blankets. She is 16. Eerie music fills the room and a chilling wind seemingly comes in through the window. A cloudy, sort of white mist forms between the beds, and flies past the dresser, knocking down a lone picture frame with a picture of a 18 year old girl in it, who looks very much like the two girls. As the picture frame falls, it shatters, waking the two girls.)
(The girl with the pink and brown hair opens her eyes immediately, blue and bright, like her name. She calls for the other.)
Girl: Kari! Wake up!
(The other girl is slower to awake, but opens her eyes, a pure green, like her name.)
Kari: What is it, Kalea?
Kalea: I saw mom. Again.
Kari: (She sighs, she's heard this before.) It was a dream, Kalea.
Kalea: But what if she's trying to reach us?
Kari: You're only saying that because mom's birthday's coming up. Go back to sleep. (Yawns.)
Kalea: Fine. ( Just before she lays her head down, she glances at the broken picture frame, her face immediately saddens.) Kari…look.
Kari: ( Sighs again, clearly exasperated, but looks in the direction her sister is pointing. Upon seeing the frame, she quickly gets out of bed and walks over to the picture frame with caution.) ( She whispers.) Mom?
Ghost Whisperer Opening:
Melinda Gordon: My name is Melinda Gordon. I'm married. I live in a small town, and I own an antique shop. I might be just like you, except that from the time I was a little girl, I knew that I could talk to the dead. Earthbound Spirits my grandmother called them. They're stuck here because they have unfinished business with the living, and they come to me for help. In order to tell you my story, I have to tell you theirs.
