Chapter 1

Melinda Gordon was at her antique shop selling them as usual. But she just wasn't her usual cheery self today. Last night, something just really scared her and she couldn't stop thinking about it.

She was getting ready for bed just like she did every night. She was already in her night gown and starring at herself in the mirror.

She could see the drowsiness in her own eyes. Then all of a sudden, she saw someone behind her in the mirror. He looked like a teenager with snow white hair, dead eyes, and pale skin.

But when she turned around there was no one behind her. That night she didn't get that much sleep. Her mind kept going back to the image she saw in the mirror.

Melinda was brought out of her thoughts and turned to her friend. "I'm fine, Delia." "Are you sure." "Yes, I was just thinking about another spirit I saw last night." Since it was a spirit, Delia knew Melinda was fine and went back to work.

As soon as she left work, Melinda got on her laptop and starting searching for the spirit she saw. She searched for reported people missing within that month, news about people that died, she even searched for snow white hair, but nothing matching what she saw ever came up.

In the while middle of her searching, Jim walked up to her. "It's getting late." Melinda was still facing the computer, she was still searching.

"I know, I just can't get this image out of my head." "You need some sleep, you can work on this tomorrow."

Melinda knew he was right, but still wanted more time on her research. "I just need a few more minutes, I'll be there when I'm finished." Jim showed a look of skepticism towards her.

He needed reassurance of her words. Melinda could easily turn a few minutes into a few hours. "I promise, all I need is a few minutes." Jim's skepticism slowly disappeared.

He took some comfort from her words. "Well, okay. Just don't overwork yourself." Jim left Melinda with her research, he just hoped it would only take a few minutes.

After Jim left the room Melinda got back to searching. But she didn't know what else to search for. 'What else could I search for?' Melinda looked through her mind, thinking, until she came up with an answer.

She searched for 'runaways' and finally something came up. But there was over a hundred results on runaways. So she narrowed it down to this year only.

There were still over fifty results though, it would take her longer to complete this research than what she had promised Jim. 'Sorry, Jim.'

Melinda hated breaking promises, but she always had the urge to help spirits move on, no matter what. The first twenty she had searched through didn't match the description in her mind.

The others didn't match the age. She actually began to wonder if the spirit she saw was ever alive in the first place.

Just when she was about to give up on her search, she finally found someone similar to the spirit that she had seen.

But the hair and eye colors didn't match the spirit's at all. She searched through every single result and found nothing. What was she missing? She had to end her search though.

There was nothing that came to mind that she could search for. She looked at the clock and 2 hours had passed. Well, her promise to Jim was definitely broken.

She walked up the stairs to their bedroom. Jim was already asleep so Melinda did the same and would try to seek the answers to her questions tomorrow.

The next morning Melinda woke up, took a quick shower, dressed herself, and quickly ate her breakfast before heading to work.

When she arrived there, she and Delia opened the store. "I just need to grab a few things from the back." "Okay, I'll hold down the fort while you're gone."

Melinda made her way to the back of the store, or the storage area, to retrieve a few antiques she wanted to display in the store.

She was about to lift up a box that was half full of antiques when she felt the urge to turn around. Behind her was the chilling image she couldn't erase from her mind.

"I'm here to help you." The spirit's expression began to brighten up at her words. "Just tell me what's wrong so you can move on into the light."

After she said this the atmosphere in the room did a complete 360. Instead of the room having that warm and welcoming feeling it once did, there was only pain and misery left.

There was no brightness in the spirit's face expression, what was once there was completely gone now. Before she knew it the spirit had disappeared, he was out of sight, but he never left her mind.

After he was gone the box of antiques Melinda was going to use for the shop dropped to the floor, as it hit the floor it sounded like glass had shattered across it.

Delia ran to the storage room after hearing it. "Melinda, are you okay?" It was evident that her words were laced with worry.

"I'm fine. Some of the antiques just fell." Delia bent down to help Melinda clean up the mess of broken antiques.

But Melinda stopped her before she could even try. "I'll clean it up. Could you watch the store while I clean this up?" "I'm sure."

"Well, okay…" Delia left to watch out for waiting customers. While Melinda was picking up the broken pieces of antiques she couldn't stop thinking about the spirit.

She was so dazed, that when she reached to pick up a piece she cut herself on its' edge. "Ow!"

As Melinda looked at her cut finger, she noticed something…off. Her blood was slanting diagonally around her finger as it seeped out. Melinda didn't know what it meant.

Her blood had never did this before. But she could worry herself over this later, she had to help that spirit into the light. No matter how high the stakes were.

AN: I wanted to write a Danny x Ghost Whisperer after I read Diversity by Iymea. It was a really good crossover.

Oh, and before I forget this story gets a little dark as it goes on. This is just a warning as you continue to read on.

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