Melinda encounters visions at the club. Will she do the right thing? Thank you for following. Please review!

Melinda was shaken by the new message on the mirror. She sat in the back of the cab with Andrea on their way to some club she hadn't heard of. Andrea was too excited to notice Melinda's worried face; wearing a red dress and heels opposed to Melinda's black dress and minimal cleavage.

"Melinda? Did you hear me?" Melinda just stared ahead without even blinking once. "Melinda Gordon?" Her friend spoke a little louder.

She finally snapped out of it for a moment. "Huh?"

"Damn, where were you?"

"I..was just thinking that this is the first time we've been out in forever," she forced a smile.

"Most importantly it's the first time in forever since you've made yourself available. I thought you'd be hoisting your girls up a little higher."

"You know I'm a huge tease," Melinda joked.

"We're definitely doing shots when we get there."

"No, Andrea, no hard stuff tonight," Melinda frowned.

"You've got to let your freak out!"

"I will, don't you worry."

"I always worry."

Their cab pulled up in front of a brightly lit night club called 'The Neon Demon'. Not exactly what Melinda had in mind. The line was long and full of young women so much younger, some looked as old as the high school girls she mistakenly spied on in the change room.

"Are you sure we're not too old for this place?" Melinda raised an eyebrow.

"Psshh, look at these girls. They look like they should be home studying for their SATs."

Melinda swore she saw tan girl enter the club, the bouncer didn't even check her ID. By the time they got up to the front of the line, the head bouncer put down the velvet rope. "Excuse me?" Andrea asked, offended.

"We're at capacity for the moment, ma'am."

"Capacity?" Melinda asked.

"Ma'am?" Andrea scolded.

"It's nothing personal," the heavyset bouncer assured them.

Melinda placed a hand on Andrea's shoulder, "Do you want to go someplace else?"

"No way! We're getting in!"

20 minutes later after standing in the cold they were finally allowed in and it was not the way that either woman was expecting. It was like a rave, complete with green and blue lights darting out on the dance floor and electric music. It wasn't so much dancing but a lot of grinding bodies and broken glass on the dancefloor; the fog machine wasn't helping matters either, it just made the place appear sleazier.

"What's that smell?" Melinda frowned.

"Don't worry about it!" Andrea pulled her over to the cute bartender and got her to take some shots of Tequila. Melinda was hesitant at first but was pounding them back in no time; a little out of character to do so but she hadn't lightened up since they moved.

Her vision was blurred as she clumsily made her way to the dancefloor, seeing a bunch of girls dancing together and with some greasey looking men with popped collars and top buttons undone to reveal smooth and hairy chests.

She swore she saw someone looking her way, someone tall but they moved away, walking deeper into the crowd. She shrugged it off as she became more and more influenced by the music. She was cheered on as she twerked, one of the plus sides of being plus sized. When she went back to get another drink she bumped into Chris.

"Watcch it!" Melinda slurred.

"You watch it, whore!" Melinda turned to her, she was pissed, there was no way she was going to let this wannabe little skank get away with that. "Wait...it's you!" She was shocked to see her there and had trouble imagining it as a coincidence.

Melinda waved one of the bouncers over, "You might one to check this one's ID, she's up way past her bedtime."

Chris reluctantly handed over her ID for inspection, with all the phony ID's that came through there it was easy to tell this was one of them. Chris was escorted to the exit, cursing at Melinda and vowing revenge.

Melinda just laughed and waved. That's when she saw that man again, he watched her as he entered the woman's restroom. Melinda saw that no one was paying him any attention and decided to follow him.

"Hey, who aare youuu?" Melinda was having trouble standing without falling. She held herself up by pressing her weight against the wall. Two young women gave her dirty looks as they exited the stalls. She scoffed at them, it wasn't like they hadn't been in rougher shape than her before.

She checked the other stalls but they were empty, her mystery man had vanished.. .until she looked in the mirror. It was the figure, its face was a mask of static from an old timey television set. Melinda almost fell back, instead she did an awkward twist. She was more angered than scared.

"What are you doing here?" It didn't speak, maybe it never could. "What do you want?" She knew what it wanted but she was incapable of doing what it was asking for. She tried to ignore the message, perhaps it never was the spirit but simply in her own mind deeply rooted. She was no murderer.

"Someone is going to look after her! They will see who her mother is and she'll be safe!" It pointed back to the mirror.

'KILL! KILL! KILL!'

Melinda was having just about enough of this. She turned to see the figure standing only inches away. "You don't scare me!"

Behind the figure were two equally tall spirits that walked out from behind the original then two more. Melinda backed up until she was sitting in the sink, upsetting the faucet and dampening her backside. The figures disappeared like a flash when the door opened.

Andrea popped in to see her distraught friend. "What the hell are you doing?" She helped Melinda get off the counter. Melinda tried drying hee butt with paper towel with no results so Andrea walked her over to a heater. "How drunk are you?"

"There's no such thing as too drunk!" Melinda tried to do a dance but nearly fell. She held onto Andrea and laughed. "We've got to get out of here. There's some guy out there giving me weird vibes."

Melinda put her weight on Andrea and was taken outside. "Damn, girl, did you even see he guys looking at you?'

"Uh-Huh", Melinda smiled.

"You're not looking well. Come on, let's get home. We'll tear this place up some other night."


Melinda woke up with her tongue feeling like sandpaper and her head pounding, hangovers were way worse now that she was getting ever so close to 40. A glass of water and Advil on her nightstand greeted her when she pryed her eyes open. "Thanks, babe!"

She got up and retreated to he bathroom. She felt the need to throw up on her way but that all passed once she made it to the toilet. Once she finished up in there, a new message was presented on her mirror.

'TEACH'

At least this message made sexnse. She needed to teach Carrie even if she was to end up in a new home. "I wil."

She joined a tired Andrea in the kitchen. "You will what?"

"Um..."

"Are there ghosts in our bathroom now? Don't you ever tell them to fuck off?"

Melinda chuckled, "I have to help Carrie."

"I already told you someone will be checking on her."

"Yes, but this is different. I need to make sure she's capable of crossing spirits over. I'm willing to bet that whatever is communicating wit wants Carrie to help it." She shared the eggs and toast prepared, "Besides, it's a much better bathroom message."

Andrea lifted an eyebrow, "What was the last bathroom message?"

Melinda pretended not to hear her as she drank her coffee.


She wanted to meet Carrie during lunch hour but she knew she needed to be careful. She peered into the cafeteria window but didn't see her at any table.

"Boo!"

Melinda jumped and looked behind her. This was the most she'd seen Carrie smile. "You got me!"

"He told me you'd be coming."

"He did?" Melinda asked hesitantly.

They decided to go to a diner together to talk more about the spirit that was stalking her. Carrie's mother would never allow her to leave the premises during lunch, it was only school and home. Melinda promised that she wouldn't find out.

Melinda bought her lunch and they talked while keeping a close eye on the time. Carrie had been seeing things since she was a younger age like Melinda only she at first thought she was crazy because her mother denied seeing people in their home or yard. She became infuriated when Carrie suggested they might be ghosts.

Carrie didn't own a cellphone or many other luxuries but she could come to her antique shop if she ran into any trouble. Melinda wanted to invite her home but Carrie reminded her of her tight schedule.

It was time to head back and it looked like they had been followed by Chris, Sue and Heather. "Yo, where you going?" Chris called to them.

Neither of them looked back, they crossed the street but the three were still on their tail. They laughed and made comments about Melinda's figure.

"Are you related to Kim Kardashian?" Heather shouted, the other girls laughed.

"Whats your size, I've got a science project!" Chris added. "Bitch, yo ass is so fat it sunk the Titanic!"

"It's so fat it sunk that iceberg and the Titanic!" Sue yelled.

Melinda turned back and snapped, "Yeah well you're so blonde that you poured a glass of orange juice and stared at it because the carton said: 'Concentrate'."

"Yeah, well...cutback on the big macs!" Sue teased.

"Ooh!" Chris and Heather exclaimed.

Both Melinda and Carrie were disgusted with their body shaming and decided to walk a different street.

"That's right, go to MacDonalds and get two of everything, Carrie! You'll be just like her!" Chris continued the riffing going.

"Go work on your tan!" Carrie called back to Chris.

This struck a nerve with her but unfortunately, Chris could not come up with any clever comeback. "Yeah, well fuck you!"

After they were now alone on a side street not far from the antique store, Melinda took Carrie aside. "I never said anything back before. She's going to kill me."

"How about you come back to my store?"

Carrie was shocked, "But lunch is almost over."

"What's your next class?"

"English then my last class is Math but I have to go to that one," she panicked.

"I'll make sure you get to math," Melinda smiled."

"Ok," Carrie smiled back.

Melinda took her hand and they were off to the antique shop. "Nice comeback back there."

"You think so?"

"Well, I can help you work on another one," Melinda giggled.

To be continued. Some sexual content coming so be warned.