A/N: I'm not exactly a fan of the show Ghost Whisperer, but I do watch occassionally. This story, like most of mine, was inspired by a dream I had. I know the title is a little lame, but it's all I could think of. Hopefully the story itself is less lame :)
My head hurt and my body ached. Confusion quickly set in. Where in the hell am I? I looked around, but nothing seemed familiar. I was laying on the ground, it was cold and hard - concrete. Judging by my aching body I figured it was safe to assume I had fallen to where my body was now laying. I was huddled behind something, a bench - a workbench maybe. Could I be in a garage? Anything was possible at this point. I crawled on my elbows to the edge of the bench, just enough so I could peek around the corner. There were tools all over the floor and a few parked cars. Yes, I'm in a garage, but why am I here? How did I get here? I hear something…
Footsteps, two sets, they were in the distance, but getting closer. My heart started racing. I was afraid. I wasn't sure why, but I knew the feeling was justified. I could see the two people now, just barely. There were on the other side of the garage, about the length of a football field was separating us. One was male, the other female. Their stance was not a friendly one. The man had the woman pushed against the side of a car. Her back was to me, but when she turned her head slightly I could see tears, and fear. She was afraid too.
The man was talking to her, very close to her face, almost in a whisper. He was neither panicked nor at ease, the looked eerily neutral to the situation. I could see his face pretty clearly despite the distance between us. He looked familiar… it was Chuck Hale. But that doesn't make any sense. I'd seen him on the news recently, he was in jail awaiting trial…a murder trial. My fear escalated to panic. I didn't know how or why, but I was pretty much alone with a killer. There was only the other woman with us and he already had her - his victim.
I realized then I had to do something, anything. I tried to stand, but my legs felt heavy, like dead weight. I used the bench to pull myself up and luckily my legs supported me. Now I needed to yell, to attach attention to myself and away from her. I opened my mouth…nothing. Not even a squeak escaped. That's when I saw the light reflect off of something metal in his hand - a knife. I tried to take a step towards them, but my legs gave out and I was back on the floor. There was nothing I could do. I couldn't help and even worse I was now subjected to watch. I saw her hunch over when the knife first pierced her skin, but he didn't stop there. He stabbed her another time and then another, she fell to the floor. And then another time and another, I could hear the blood gurgling in her throat now. And then a final two times, just for good measure.
I startled awake, sitting straight up in my bed and dripping with sweat, but I was freezing. Had that all been a dream? It couldn't have been, it was too real. It did happen and I was there. But how? And when? It didn't make any sense. Chuck Hale was real, but he was locked up. He couldn't hurt me or anyone else anymore. It just didn't add up. Fortunately, I knew someone who specialized in the weird and unexplainable - Melinda.
Melinda had been my boss for the past 3 years, ever since I started working at her store my freshman year of college. She was sweet and kind, but anything but ordinary. Melinda had a gift, one she only shared with those close to her, she could communicate with ghosts. Yeah, it sounds crazy and even I was skeptical at first, but it's true. Ghosts with unfinished business come to her for help so they can crossover. I didn't know if my dream was ghosts related or not, but if anyone could help me figure it out it would be Melinda. I just had to get to the store…The store! Oh shit, it was my day to open the store!
I looked at the clock on my nightstand - 8:30am. Great, thirty minutes! I showered quickly, straightened my chin length blonde bob, threw on jeans and a t-shirt and head out the door.
