Chapter 3: His name is…
Melinda Gordon woke up early in the morning. It was around six o'clock. She was very tired. She heard downstairs the tap seeping. She stood up with a sigh and walked downstairs to put off the tap. She opened the door of the living room and she heard the seeping tap sound becoming louder and louder. It looked like someone turned it further open.
"Jim?" she asked for her husband. Maybe he was in the kitchen, but he didn't response the 'Jim?' question so he was sleeping. The fear raise in her body when she entered the kitchen. She saw the pale skin of the ghost she had seen yesterday at work.
"What do you want from me?" Melinda asked angry.
"Nothing, I just want you to be scared." He laughed, his voice sounded cold.
Melinda her body was shivering.
"Ok, so you want to play a game with me. Maybe I don't want to play a game with you, maybe I want some answers." She looked straight in the eyes of the boy.
"NO!" The boy shouted. Curtains moved violently back and forth through the rising wind the boy made. Then he disappeared as loudly he did the first time.
Jim entered the kitchen too.
"What happens here?" He asked sympathetic.
"Nothing, only a seeping tap and an angry ghost who doesn't want to talk with me." Melinda told Jim like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"What did he want from you?"
"Nothing, he only wants to play a game with me."
"And?" He thought there was something she didn't tell him.
"I want some answers, I don't want to play a game with a ghost again. I'm tired to play all those games with ghosts."
"All right. Maybe we have to find some more about this ghost on the internet." Jim tried to make Melinda happier. It seemed to work.
"Maybe, if it helps us cross-over the boy." She picked up her laptop of the table in the kitchen. She started the thing first and then searched for more information about the boy. Yesterday she found the boy was in a war in Russia. Maybe that could help her, so she typed that in and pressed enter. There were like a million sites.
"Jim, here is something about the boy. His death note." Jim came as fast as he could to Melinda and looked at the screen.
"He didn't die in a war in Russia. His parents died there. Maybe that makes him angry." Melinda said.
"He lied to you."
"Children lie all the time."
"Yes, that's true." Jim put his arms around the waste of Melinda when she stood up. "Shall we eat something?" He said.
"All right." With a smile on Melinda her face they walked to the kitchen table in the living room.
"Here is his name." Melinda had still her laptop on her lap.
"What's his name?" Jim asked her.
"Jonathan," said Melinda.
Then there was a silence.
After they ate something Melinda changed her clothes en ran to her car. She was already late for work. She hoped Andrea didn't mind.
"Bye honey," said Melinda to Jim who was waving at her in his paramedic clothes.
"Bye, babe."
Melinda drove her car to her shop and walked inside the shop.
"Good morning," Andrea said very happy.
"Good morning Andrea, how did you become this happy?" Melinda smiled to Andrea, who was smiling too.
"Someone has asked me out yesterday by telephone." Andrea become more and more happier when she told Melinda.
"Who? I want to know all the details." Melinda came standing next to Andrea en then Andrea started to tell.
"Ric, Ricardo Greenfield. You know, the one who cooked for me two weeks ago."
"You man, the man with the black, long hair, the green, brown colored eyes and the pale skinned face?" Melinda asked.
"Of course. He asked me out!" Andrea shouted and together they had fun.
A few minutes later a woman entered the shop with a huge box. Her face had turned red before she stood at the desk where Andrea and Melinda stood behind.
"Hello, can I help you?" Melinda asked pleasant.
"Yes please," The woman answered as she set the box on the desk, "I saw you owned an antique store and I thought I could give you some antique. So I put it in this box and came to this shop again."
The curtains in the front of the shop moved back and forth. Through the window Melinda saw the pale skin of the ten year old boy. When he saw her face he disappeared with angry looking eyes.
"Excuse me." Melinda said.
"Melinda!" Andrea shouted to her. I held my hand in the air and left the shop. I saw the boy there sitting on a (bankje!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
"That's your mom, isn't she Jonathan?" Melinda sat down next to the boy. He looked a little scared. Apparently because I knew his name.
"Leave me alone!" He shouted and disappeared again.
Melinda walked back to the shop and entered it again. The woman was still there.
"Sorry, I had to take a deep breath." She laughed a little shy to the woman.