Melinda and Jim didn't hesitate to find Carly's new apartment. Jim wanted Melinda to at least take a rest first before trying to find out more, but Melinda couldn't wait any longer. She wanted to get this job over with so she and her husband could finally enjoy their vacation.
"Honey, are you sure this is the right way?" Jim looked down at the piece of paper with Carly's address and then turned to his wife who was driving with a rental car.
Melinda just kept her mouth shut. She didn't want to say anything for she was too busy thinking on what to say to Carly when she saw her. That and the fact that she was able to see her best friend as a ghost. No one ever took that last part well. She wouldn't be surprised if Carly or her husband slammed the door in her face.
If Carly did slam the door in her face then how would she be able to find the ghost's wife? She didn't know a name or where she was. Heck she didn't even know who the ghost was or what HIS name is. Just the fact that he's actually been the first who hasn't tried to kill her yet.
In fact it seems as if this ghost knows that she's the good guy which is why he didn't bother to harm her in any way.
Well, it was no time in thinking about that for she and Jim finally pulled up in front of the house the GPS lead them to and the number matched up to the paper, so Melinda hopped right out before Jim said anything. Her husband took a deep breath in before climbing out and following her to the front door.
Melinda's hand rose up to knock, but it hesitated. The brunette just swallowed and tried to knock again, but her hand just stood in the air. She tried to grip her first harder, but still no movement. Jim was just looking back and forth from her fist to her face, but nothing changed.
"Nervous?" Jim asked, cracking a smile, but Melinda didn't.
"It's not me," Melinda said, looking at her husband.
Jim's eyes widen, but before he was able to ask the next question the front door flew open and out came what the two had guessed was Carly's husband.
"Oh, oops," the man said, smiling at the two, "Sorry. No, wait, I live here. Can I help you two?"
"Uh, yes, we were wondering if Carly Shay lived here?" Jim asked for Melinda since she was just able to lower her hand back down to her side.
"Carly? Yes." The brown haired man answered, nodding his head. "Are you two fans?"
"Fans?" Melinda repeated, but shook her head. "No, we were sent here by her brother."
"Spencer sent you? Well, you guys do seem like you could be friends of his."
"Yeah, you could say something like that," Jim added, smiling. "So can we come in to talk to Carly or should we come back at another time?"
"No, no, please come in. My wife's just watching some T.V. in the living room. I'm her husband, Brad, by the way," he extended his hand out to shake Jim's. "I have to run to grab something from the store, but I'll return shortly."
Jim and Melinda nodded their head and made their way in as Brad closed the front door behind him and walked over to his car to drive to the store.
Melinda and Jim walked over to where Carly was sitting on the couch back facing them and laughing silently at the television. Melinda cleared her throat and Carly turned around. She jumped up and pushed her hair behind her ears.
"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!" Carly screamed. "I-I-I didn't hear you guys come in."
"It's fine, we were talking to your husband outside the house for a while before he had to leave," Melinda explained, pointing over her shoulder to the front door. She then brought out her hand and shook with Carly's. "I'm Melinda and behind me is my husband Jim." Carly moved over and shook Jim's hand too. "Your brother sent us over to meet you."
"My brother?" Carly asked. "What does Spencer need that he couldn't come talk to me about?"
"Do you mind if we sit? You might want to be sitting to hear this," Jim mentioned and Carly nodded her head, extending her arm out for the two to sit on the couch to their left as Carly sat back down on her chair.
"We were sent here by an old friend," Melinda started off, but before she could finish the story the television blew up and the three ducked from the sudden noise.
When the three looked over to the front they saw the screen cracked and shortly it fell face front onto the floor.
"Not again," Carly said out loud and walked over to lift it up. Jim helped her by carrying one side of the television as Carly had the other and Melinda offered to sweep up the pieces. "This is the third television this week. My husband just left to go pick up the one we ordered for our room."
"You mean this is a daily thing that happens to you?" Jim had to ask as the two threw out the television into the backyard's garbage can.
"It started happening three days ago." Carly dusted off her hands and looked at the television. "Man, this one was the one that Spencer bought me too back when I was in high school. He's going to be disappointed."
"Your televisions blowing up just randomly started happening?" Melinda asked, joining the two in the backyard when finished cleaning up the pieces off the floor.
"Yeah. Brad and I were watching a movie and all of a sudden our first television in our bedroom was making this weird noise and Brad had gotten up to go check on it and the next thing we knew it blew up right in his face."
"Nothing else has been happening?"
"No, just the T.V.'s blowing up. I hope it's nothing else I don't know how I would be able to deal with my house being haunted. I'd have to talk to my husband begging him to move back with my brother in his apartment!"
"Now, now I'm sure the house isn't-" Jim tried to comfort Carly, but then cut himself short. He forgot that ghosts didn't just exist in fairytale anymore. Especially not with his ghost whisperer wife standing right in front of him. "On second thought..."
"What?" Carly asked, looking back and forth between Melinda and Jim. "Do you really think my house could be haunted?"
"That, or it could be another Halloween episode when you went into your neighbor's apartment." Melinda tried to joke around.
Carly actually laughed. "You watched iCarly?"
"Yeah, our friend Ned usually watches it when he helps me in my store."
"Well, this isn't Halloween nor her neighbor's house, so could it possibly be her friend?" Jim looked around seeing if he could find anything else wrong with the house.
"But why would he be attacking his best friend if he was so nice with us?" Melinda questioned.
"You never know what could tick him off or has been ticking him off."
"Excuse me, but if you don't mind, can I ask who you guys are talking about?" Carly butted in to ask.
"Well, there was a reason to why Spencer sent us here to talk to you," Melinda decided to answer. "It has to do with your friend who had a husband pass away."
Carly's eyes widen and she lightly hugged her stomach.
"Wow, okay, maybe I should sit down," she said before making her way inside back to the living room and sitting down in her chair. Melinda and Jim did the same and sat back down on the couch.
"Now, I know this is too quick, but I really need to solve this mystery."
"Don't tell me you can talk to ghost," Carly prayed was no true, but the fact that Melinda and Jim were both quiet wasn't good. "Oh, that's great," she sarcastically said, resting her head against the back of the chair.
"I need to find out what happened to Sam," Melinda said.
"What do you mean? Sam had gotten married to our very best friend and the two were perfect for one another. They were complete opposite as kids and would constantly get into fights and competitions and make fun of one another – it was cute until they decided to give the dating thing a chance. The arguing didn't stop and they would have me break it up, but soon I got them to take grown up pills and they were able to figure out what the other wanted. Soon enough they were good and eventually we grew up and they got married. Then the accident happened and Sam left without telling anyone anything and I haven't heard from her ever since."
When Carly had said that the ghost appeared behind Carly's chair with sadness in his eyes looking down at her. Melinda saw his face and he was on the verge of tears.
"You haven't seen Sam?" Melinda asked, not keeping her eyes off the man.
"No. Like I said she just hopped up on her bike and left the city with no note or any goodbye. I tried to call her, believe me, but she would never answer her phone."
Melinda took her eyes off the ghost and back down in Carly's eyes. "And to this day you still haven't heard from her?" She asked.
"No," Carly shook her head in sadness. "I wish I did for I needed her as much as she needed me in such a hard time. With so many years of knowing our third member of the family I can't imagine how she was able to live through life with no one else."
"Did she have parents or siblings?" Jim asked.
"Well, her father left when she was little, her mother is a complete psycho and abandoned her when her father did, and her sister moved away to get her life together while Sam was all alone to be the delinquent child. None of the family members talked to one another. Occasionally Sam's sister would visit to check up on Sam, but that was it."
"Where is Sam now?"
Carly looked down at her hands in her laps. "I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know?" Melinda asked, turning her head.
"See, Sam and her husband had gone on their honeymoon, but after her husband passed away she never came back after his funeral. She just went back to wherever they were and no matter how many times we try to call her she never answers."
Jim and Melinda shared a look together before they looked back at Carly.
"Well, is there any way we can find Sam?" Melinda asked.
Carly was going to say something, but Brad walked in and the three turned their attention to the front door. Jim rushed up to help the brown haired man bring the new television box inside the house and set it down right at the front door.
"Honey, our living room television exploded too," Carly said as her husband was making his way into the living room to kiss his wife hello.
"Oh, not the one Spencer gave you," Brad commented. "That sucks."
"I think this is just a sign that we should just lay off T.V. for a while," Carly mentioned, raising her eyebrows at the spot where the T.V. used to stand up against the wall. "How about we go back to when we were kids playing board games or something?"
"Yeah, sure," Brad said, walking into the kitchen, "Whatever you say."
"I'm sorry," Melinda had to interrupt, "but about finding Sam?"
Carly shrugged her shoulders. "I'm really sorry, Melinda, but the only person who could help you find her was her husband himself, but he passed away as you know."
Melinda signed. "Well then I guess we won't bother you anymore," Melinda said as she got up from the couch and walked over to the front door. "We'll be leaving."
Brad and Carly walked the two out. "Listen if there's anything else I can do, please don't be scared to come back," Carly said before the two walked down the driveway. "I'm really sorry I couldn't be much help."
"It's fine," Melinda said. "You did help. I just need an old friend to stop by," she said before drifting into the air, hoping to see someone, but all she saw was the quiet, calm day.
"Thanks again for everything," Jim said, grabbing Melinda's arm and pulling her away. He brought her in close and whispered, "Any sign of her husband?"
"No, and it's weird," Melinda answered. She climbed into the passenger's seat as Jim decided he should drive. "Normally I seeing them again when I make contact with someone they know."
"Do you think it was him who blew up the T.V. all those times including today?"
Melinda shook her head. "No, I don't think so. He was so nice and kind. Why would he be doing such a thing to one of his best friends?"
"Revenge," Jim shrugged his shoulders. "I mean that's what most of your ghosts are after once they pass away and know."
"But it still doesn't make any sense to me," Melinda thought out loud as she turned her head to the window. "I know this isn't her husband. I think there's another ghost out there."
"Well, the only way to find that out is by finding this ghost. Has the husband contacted you since we were in the house?"
"No, I didn't see anyone in there."
"Then I guess it's time to call this a night and see what we can do tomorrow."
