Chapter 3
Now, Stottlemeyer, Shawn, Monk and Natalie were all in the family room. . Monk immediately started to walk around the room and observe. Shawn whispered to Stottlemeyer, "Why does he look like he is doing yoga with his hands?"
"Thats his way of trying to figure out what happened." Stottlemeyer replied
"Oh, ok." Shawn said, "Moving your hands around doesn't make sense. But oh well.." Shawn thought and started looking around the room.
There was a big couch against the east wall, with a big comfy looking chair(that also included a footstool with it) on the north wall. There was also a TV directly across the room from the chair along with a rug on the floor, a blanket (messed up on the floor), and a dining room chair. There was a fan on the ceiling, with the rope still hanging from it.
Then, Monk spoke, "This is the chair she jumped from?" Monk said, pointing to the dining room chair.
"We are positive, yes." a man named Lieutenant Randy Disher said
"How tall was she?" Monk asked
"Uhhh..." Randy said looking down at his files, "5'11" is what is says here." he replied
"Your about as tall as she is, Randy. Could you stand on this stool for me, please?" Monk asked
"Uhb.., ok." Randy said. So he walked over and stood on the stool
Monk looked at where Randy's head was and where the ceiling fan came.
"Why didn't she use stool, she could have easily jumped from the stool. Why a chair? I think that with that, and what Natalie heard, on the phone, I don't think this was a suicide, this was a murder."
In the meanwhile, Shawn, (using his photographic memory) was trying to find something else significant in the room. Just then both Shawn and Monk noticed the blanket on the floor, sitting across from the big chair, and a small cell phone on corner of the seat of the big chair. And all of a sudden Shawn spoke up before Monk got a chance too. He put his fingers to the side of his head, and started to "see" things "Aaahhhh!! I-I think I'm getting something!" Monk walked over to Natalie and asked, "Do you have any aspirin?"
"Yea . Here." she said, pulling a little packet of pills from her purse and dropping them in his hand.
"I'll be right back." he said and he walked over to Shawn, and put the packet in his hand.
Shawn shook his head like he was coming out of a trance, "What are these for?" Shawn asked looking at his hand, then back at Monk.
"You were holding your head and said you thought you were getting something. I assumed you had a headache." Monk replied
"No, I was getting a very strong energy until you interrupted me and broke the psychic connection." Shawn said
"Ya know, I don't believe your really a psychic." Monk said, but Shawn interrupted him, and closing his eyes, he said, "Shh shh...I-I think I'm getting something else..." He then, walked over to where the blanket lay, and, (acting like he was in a trance) started speaking in a girl like voice, "No! Please don't come near me! No!!" then he grabbed the blanket off the floor and wrapped it around his own neck, making chocking sounds. Stottlemeyer rushed over to him and yelled "What are you doing?! Are you out of your mind?!"
Shawn sighed a big breath and, (never opening his eyes) said "I'm sorry but I just got possessed by the spirit of the one who was killed."
"Now your saying she was killed?" Stottlemeyer asked
"Yes and–and she guiding me...yes, I'm picking up something very strong...over by the big chair." he said, "Yes! She was sitting there talking on the phone with the blanket on her."
"Whadda you mean?" Stottlemeyer asked
"Look Captain, it's her cell phone." Randy said, picking up the cell phone from the corner of the cushion.
"Ya know Shawn, I don't really think much of Psychic's , you know that right?" Stottlemeyer asked
"Yes. I felt a negative aura when we first met." Shawn replied, "Although I am sensing that you think I would be helpful on this particular case."
"Hahaha! No. I think Monk can take it from here." Stottlemeyer said
"Well if you do ever need me you can always just call." Shawn replied
"Over Monk's dead body." Stottlemeyer told him as he walked away
When Shawn walked outside he saw an Officer, (Lieutenant Randy Disher) talking to Gus on the porch steps. "I better let them talk." he thought to himself, then he saw Natalie sitting nearby on the lawn, resting her head in her hands with a little girl (Julie) sitting nest to her trying to comfort her, and Shawn thought to himself, "Now is my time to do some talkin'." and he walked over to Natalie and Julie.
"Hi. You must Natalie." Shawn said sitting next to her
"Listen. I don't want to talk to anyone right now, so just please leave me alone." Natalie replied, slowly lifting up her head.
"Listen I can feel the pain your experiencing." he told her, putting his hand on her shoulder, "I can also feel a connection between you and the deceased." he said, "You were friends weren't you?"
"Yes. Very good friends. Now she's gone, and..."she started crying again and Julie looked from her mom, then to Shawn and slowly walked away.
"Shhh, shhh. It's ok, it's alright." Shawn said in a comforting tone.
Natalie slowly sat upright, and apologized, "I'm sorry. I can't help it"
"Hey, you just lost a best friend. It is alright. If there is anything I can do for you, just pay me a visit or give me a call." he said, handing her a "Psych" business card. She looked at him and gave a sad, faint smile, "I'll do that, thank you Mr...?" she with an inquisitive tone
"Spencer, but you can call me Shawn." he responded
"Alright, Shawn. I gotta see Monk for a minute, excuse me." she said
"Ok. Bye." he said as she walked away. As he started to look over to where Gus was, something on the ground caught his eye, he stood up, and then, all of a sudden grabbing his head, he cried out, "Ohhh boy! Ohhhh no!! She was murdered by a woman! She was murdered by a woman!! Monk, how could you miss this?!"
To be continued...
