When Mary woke up, split second she didn't know where she was. Then it all came back to her. Last night, the overwhelming rush if emotions which translated into thoughts. So much information, too much. She'd passed out then and there on the floor, surrounded by the disaster she had created.
What had woken her up though? Groaning, she unfurled herself from the fetal position, but made no move to get up. Something had definitely woken her up, but she was alone, and no one was around in this dismissal place.
A hazy dream surfaced in her mind, a man is in a renovated warehouse in the city, he's with another woman but can't seem to sleep. A crash issues from the other side of the room, the causes unknown, and then the man looks right at her, as if he can clearly see her. He opens his mouth and asks, "Hello?"
The banging open of a door startles Mary, and she loses the memory—or dream, whatever it was—just as quickly as it had come.
"Mary?" a voice asks. It's her sister, Allie. "Oh my god, Mary!"
Mary raises her head to see her sister rush into the room, dropping her purse on the table before running over to where she lay on the floor.
"What the hell happened to you? Why are all the windows blown out? I came by to see how you were doing because we haven't seen each other in a long time, but—oh my god."
An overwhelming surge of concern and fear crashes over Mary, and from that she can discern her younger sister's thoughts.
'Oh my god, she finally went crazy from being by herself for 5 years straight. I knew I should've convinced her to come live with me in the city.'
"Allie," Mary croaked, voice raw, "please stop, you're giving me a headache."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Allie said, dropping her voice down to a whisper, "is this better?"
It wasn't. Allie could've not been talking at all,and Mary could still get a headache from her talking, more specifically, her inner thoughts and dialogue.
"Seriously Mary," Allie said, "what happened? All the windows in the house are shattered. Did you take a baseball bat to them?"
"I don't have a baseball bat," Mary said, unsuccessfully trying to block the thoughts out of her mind.
"More over," Allie gave Mary and the room a once over, "don't you find it odd there's a perfectly round patch of ground that's clear of all debris?"
'I knew it, my sister's crazy. No, not crazy, different. She needs help though.'
Mary became angry at her sister for what she thought. She wasn't crazy, at least she hoped she wasn't, no it was something else. A knowing she wasn't crazy, but something very close to it. Losing touch with reality? No, that was going crazy, and she was most certainly not.
Allie's purse fell to the floor, contents scattering everywhere. The surprised brunette, whipped her head around at the sound, "What the heck..."
'Ok... Now I'm going crazy.'
The confusion is stronger now.
'My purse is on the floor, when I had set it on the table. Obviously it didn't move on it's own...'
"Did you just...?"
"Just what?" Mary asked, "Move your purse? Please, I would have to be psychic to do that." She sits up and rolls her eyes. At least when she was in a room with someone else, everything else got filtered out. On the other hand, that persons thoughts and feeling were the only things she felt.
'So she didn't move my purse, but it moved.' Irritation flooded through. 'What they heck is going on here? I come in to find the windows blown out, my sister's unharmed, and on top of that, my pride moved without anyone touching it. Didn't I hear something about this house being built on top of an old battle field?'
Mary had to suppress an eye roll at that. Great, Allie was going to go off on her "Ghosts are real" tangent.
She held up a hand before Allie had even opened her mouth, "Not the ghosts again, please."
"Come on!" Allie protested. "Obviously some sort of supernatural phenomenon is going on here! Things just don't happen on their own like this!"
"So you think the windows breaking and your purse moving is because of ghosts?" Mary sat cross legged on the floor. "I thought we already established I was the one who broke the windows."
Wrong thing to say.
'My sister's possessed by a ghost!'
Mary groaned and Allie gave her a puzzled look, "Did I say something?"
"No," Mary said, shaking her head, "I just remembered I had to do something."
"Such as?"
"Go upstairs to my room and stay in there until you don't think I'm possessed by a ghost anymore," Mary said.
"I didn't say anything—"
"It was obvious you were going to," Mary said, as her headache was returning tenfold.
She got up and carefully picked her way through the shattered glass and towards the stairs.
"So your just going to leave this mess here?" Allie demanded.
"There's nothing I can do about it right now," Mary said over her shoulder. "Might as well leave it."
"Fine!" Allie said, "I'll just call someone to have this cleaned up."
'I'm calling those damn psychic investigators.'
Mary really did roll her eyes then, before clenching her teeth against the pain. At least in her room she'd have some peace and quiet.
