Chapter 2

That night Melinda couldn't stop thinking about the spirit. But she still somehow managed to fall asleep. The place she was in was surrounded by fog. So she couldn't see anything around her.

As she walked farther the fog began to lessen. She could now see that she was in the middle of a forest. The more she walked, she came across a tree that stood out from the others. It was dripping with blood.

As she got closer to it the blood formed a word. 'Hurry.' Melinda knew it was the spirit trying to contact her. But she had no idea what this meant. Why did she have to hurry? The spirit was already dead.

It was too late for him. Unless…he didn't know that himself. "What do you mean?" She had decided to ask the spirit directly. As soon as she said this, the fog began to deepen again. She couldn't breathe.

The fog was suffocating her. "Melinda, Melinda!" Jim was trying to get Melinda to wake up. She was gasping for air. It was like she was suffocating in her sleep. She woke up, but with uncontrollable coughing.

"Are you okay?" Jim was filled with worry. Across the bedroom she saw the same spirit starring at her. But only for a split second before he disappeared again. "Yeah, I'm fine." She said as she tried to get her breath back.

Jim didn't believe her though. She wasn't fine, she almost suffocated in her sleep. But he didn't push her for answers either. If she was helping out another spirit, which she was, it wasn't his job to stop her from helping them.

She wouldn't listen to him anyways. It was just in her nature. They both went back to sleep and tried to get as much rest as anyone could after an incident like that. So not very much.

The next morning Melinda woke up early to attend to her antique store. When she got there her mind was completely somewhere else. She was oblivious to all her surroundings.

She kept absent mindedly rubbing her throat. What happened last night was still fresh in her mind. She could still feel the fog trying to suffocate her, even though it wasn't anymore.

'Why would he try to suffocate me?' Melinda just couldn't understand this spirit. One minute she was helping him and the next he was suffocating her. She knew it was trying to tell her something, but she didn't know what it was. She needed a second opinion on this.

"Are you okay? You've been spacing out for a while now." Melinda was brought out of her thoughts by Delia. "I'm fine, you don't need to worry about me." Delia didn't know whether to worry or not.

Melinda never starred out into space before, not like this anyway. Melinda didn't want to make her worry, so she changed the subject. "I need to grab a few things from the back." Delia still expressed signs of worry though.

"I'm fine, really I am." Melinda gave her a half smile for reassurance. Then she headed to the storage area. There were a few more antiques she wanted to add to the shop.

Before she could even pick up the box, she could feel his presence again. So she quickly turned around. "What are you trying to tell me?" Melinda needed answers. All she was receiving were more confusing clues.

She wouldn't be able to figure out what was wrong if he didn't tell her directly. Suddenly, the walls began to overflow with blood. It was if the walls themselves were bleeding.

The spirit was no longer in her sights and the blood began to rise from the ground. Soon the room was filled with it. Melinda had no time escape. She was drowning in a pool of blood.

She could barely move, it was too thick and overwhelming. She tried to scream for help, but the blood seeped into her mouth and stopped her from doing so. She began to choke on it.

Her airways were cut off, she could no longer breathe. But at that moment Delia had decided to check on her. She was in the storage room for way too long.

Once she opened the door she was shocked to find Melinda on her knees choking. "Melinda!" she rushed to side. "Melinda, are you okay?" She managed a small nod. "Can you breathe?"

As she got her breath back she responded. "Y-yes." Delia was relieved to hear that she was at least breathing and talking again. "What happened?" "I…I don't know." For once in her life Melinda really didn't know.

She was trying to help the spirit again,, but she ended up almost drowning. Every time she had tried to help the spirit, it was like a new near death experience each time.

She now knew that she wouldn't be able to help him alone. She needed another mind to help her figure out this one.

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