Chapter I: Preparations Vol.1.

[Past - 1929]

It was a sunny, innocent afternoon in a small town in the United States. The residents of the little town, called Grandview, were happy for that day's hot weather, since last week they could only see pourin rain and no sight of sunshine. Most of the cildren of the town were playing Hide and Seek at the Main Square. A tall, nice blonde woman was walking down towards her home in one of the alleys of the Main Street. She never thought that, that innocent and sunny afternoon could be her last one...alive. That night's news were mainly about her death. About Emily Dawnston's death.

[Present - 2009]

It was the same sunny and innocent afternoon 70 years later. There was a new house at the site of Emily Dawnston's old bungallow. A happy married couple was the owner of the new house from which window's the sunshine mirrored back, making the place more beautiful. Melinda Gordon was one of those lucky women, who have found the love of their life, their soulmate. Melinda now, was sitting inside that house, in the kitchen, looking through some wedding magazines.

"I can not believe she will gonna marry him. That's just so not like Andrea." she smiled as her husband, Jim Clancy came out to the kitchen also smiling.

"I know. But Gavin is a good guy."

"Sure, I know him too." she nodded opening a new magazine.

"I forgot to ask, but, do you have any visitors today?"

Melinda was a special woman, not just because she's found Jim, but because she had a gift. She was able to see and talk with ghosts.

"Visitors, huh?" she smiled.

"You know what I mean, Mel." Jim smiled at, giving her a quick kiss on her cheek.

"Of course..." she sighed "No, actually not. The last ghost I helped crossing over was John, you know, the guy who was haunting you last week, becuase he thought that I was his wife..."

"Yeah, how could I forgot that? Every night my clothes were all around the house."

"And our pictures were under the bed." she laughed softly thinking back on the funny nights they had then, packing back all their stuff. Melinda suddenly felt a presence. She looked around and saw a tall, blonde woman in her early thirties.

"Nah, we just need to mention them..."

"Don't tell me you see something!" Jim sat down next to her.

"It's a tall, blonde woman in her early thirties. From her clothes it looks like she died in the late thirties or early fourties.

"Did you ever met with a ghost from another decade since we live here?" Jim asked curiously as Melinda stood up and went to the ghost, shooking her head, giving a 'no' signal to Jim's question.

"I'm sorry, but it's not the best time..." she started while she tried to memorize the woman's face.

"I need your help! I need to find my little girl." the ghost interrupted her.

"Okay, what's your name?" Melinda picked up a piece of paper and a pen.

"Emily. I'm Emily Dawnston. I want you to find my little girl, they've taken her away from me!"

"Calm down, Emily. What's the name of your daughter?"

"Mary-Ann. Please HELP!" she screamed the end of her sentence- Melinda covered her ears for a second.

"Hey! Stop screaming! I will help. After my friends wedding. I'll be at this weekend, so my next week is all yours!"

"NO! I NEED TO FIND MY DAUGHTER! NOW!" as Emily screamed again the windowed shelves broke into pieces next to Melinda who fall to the floor, preventing herself from the pieces of glass. Jim ran up to her.

"God, Mel, are you okay?"

"Sure. I'm fine." she said hugging him as they stood up. She looked around and saw Emily next to an old family picture Melinda found a few days ago and then she vanished.

"Is Emily still here?" Jim asked whispering, still not letting go of Melinda.

"No." she shook her head "This will be a much troubled one."

Melinda kissed Jim, who let go of her.

"Can't you just get rid of her till the weekend? I mean, it's Andrea's wedding and..."

"I know. Keep the celebration among the living." she smiled and went back to the kitchen. Jim followed her and opened the fridge.

"You want something to drink?"

"Well, we don't keep Tequilla at home, so and orange juice would be great. Thanks." Melinda smiled as she sat down.

He took a glass and filled it with orange juice then gave it to Melinda. Jim got a beer for himself and sat down next to her.

"What does she want from you? She died kinda 70 years ago, didn't she?"

"Yes, but she said, they took her daughter away from her, and Emily wants to find her through me..."

"But why now? What did she through the last 70 years?"

"Jim, probably she is confused. Probably she doesn't remember how did she die, or maybe she doesn't even know that she is dead." Melinda sighed, drinking all her juice "But for now, she is gone, let's forget about her and help Andrea. We still need to get the food for the wedding dinner."

Jim nodded and brought her laptop out to the kitchen so they could continue their preparation for their best friend's big day.

To Be Continued