This was definitely a lie. This man couldn't be standing in front of me. He just couldn't. It was a dream, a horribly wonderful dream. I tried pinching myself on the arm, resulting in a wince. Okay, maybe this wasn't a dream.
"Jordan, I came back for you. Why don't you want me?" his angelic face twisted into that of pain. His eyes glistened with the threatening tears.
"Jake, I don't-" I was cut short by a hand on my shoulder.
"Jordan, what the Hell." Chris was behind me, whirling me to face him. My eyes were wide with terror, my hands trembling. "You saw him again, didn't you?" I just stared ahead, trying to convince myself otherwise.
"N-No Chris. No I didn't." I turned on my heel, grabbing my gun by the door and heading out. I ran to the car, punching in coordinates and heading towards a new place. Artie had told me to think on his offer, and I had done plenty of thinking.
If Jake was trying to contact me beyond the grave, maybe these "artifacts" as Artie had said, had some sort of connection. Punching my foot on the gas pedal, I raced towards the coordinates.