I'm back!! I apologize for the shortness of my chapters. I just want them to end with cliffies. So people will keep on reading them, you know? And, I'm still trying to get more ideas. So please suggest any ideas you want and I'll try to fit them in the story. And thanks to ekmemerald and Meelah for reviewing! Chappie's dedicated to you.

So, I hereby present...


The Twist in the Past- Chapter 4: Shock

No, the guy didn't look scared.

He didn't look startled.

He didn't even look terrified.

He just looked plain shocked.

I mean, his reaction was completely reasonable. Judging from the clothes he wore, he looked like he was from the Wild West. Meaning he should have been dead for say, more than a hundred years? Coz you know, you don't see anyone wearing knee high boots, really tight pants and a seriously billowy white shirt with laces instead buttons. Feel sad for the dude.

'Nombre de Dios!' the guy yelled.

But, instead of dematerializing like most ghosts do, he just stared at me with wide eyes. His mouth was also hanging wide open. I think I could have shoved my fist inside and not touch his mouth. Oh, he was very shocked alright.

Hehehe... Oh, yeah I've still got the touch.

Say it with me:

'Suze rocks! Suze rocks! Oh yeah...'

And I added to his shock when I turned around, placed my arms around his neck and my legs around him.

Then I sweetly asked, ' Hello amigo. Like hanging around? Well, tough luck, coz Suze is here! '

And when he didn't respond, I continued, ' No, seriously. Who are you dude? '

Finally, he croaked out, ' Um, Miss Soose, can you please get off me? You are not as light as you think you are. And we ghosts still feel pain.'

Well, that made me get off him pretty quick. I was sure my face was burning like a tomato. I mean, my plan completely backfired.

I quickly got my desk chair and I straddled it, facing him.

I saw him smirk and I swear my face turned even redder.

'Jesse,' he suddenly said.

'Huh?' I asked stupidly. My head was still going haywire over the embarrassment.

'My name is Jesse,' he said with a little laugh. 'Not "dude" ' He made these little quotation marks when he said dude. (A/N: Just like Clive, no? Wonder what happened to him. It was never mentioned in the story.)

I just kept on staring at him.

'And your name is...?' he continued.

'Oh. Uh, I'm Suze,' I said intelligently. Not.

'Soose?' Jesse asked.

'No, it's Suze,' I said again.

'Just Soose? Or is it short for...?' he asked again.

'Susannah. As in the song. My mom was obsessed with that song.' I told him.

'So, Susannah -' he started saying. But I cut him off.

'Suze' I said with emphasis. 'No one calls me Susannah and gets away with it. Well, only Father Dominic can.'

'SU-SAN-NAH' he said again.

Great. There's no way to get around this guy. I don't think threatening him would do the trick either.

'So Susannah, why did you sit on me?' Jesse asked with a grin.

'Ummmm...' I was blushing again. 'I... Hey, wait a minute why is it that you never asked why I could see you?'

Wow. This is the first time a ghost never asked me that question. But then, this is the first time I have been friendly to a ghost. But my first intention was scaring him so much he would never come back. It worked before. Never thought we'd be friends. Weird.

'I never asked because well, I could also see ghosts. I was a mediator,' Jesse said with a wide grin.

'You were? That is so cool!' I exclaimed. I was happy. He forgot all about me sitting on him.

'Oh yes, I believe you mentioned a Father Dominic?' Jesse asked.

'Yeah, why?' I asked curiously.

'He's a mediator too,' Jesse said.

'What? No way! That is so cool! We could like form a mediating club or something!' Wow. Major perkiness here... (A/N: Hey, ekmemerald, sounds familiar?)

'We talked for a while and he advised me to think why I haven't moved on yet for the last 150 years.' Jesse explained.

Amazing. He has been dead for a long time. I was right!

'So, why haven't moved on yet?' I questioned him.

'Because my killer hasn't been brought to justice yet,' he said angrily. Then my mirror began to shake.

'OK. Calm down Jesse,' I said soothingly. At least I thought my voice was soothing. But it did the trick. The mirror stopped shaking. 'Jesse, I can do nothing for your killer anymore. I mean, it's not 1850 anymore. I'm pretty sure he must be dead by now.'

'No, he's not dead yet. But I am because of him. He tricked me. And he shall pay!' Jesse roared. Seriously. Roared.

'How can he be not dead by now?' I asked him. You gotta admit, this is freaky -not to mention interesting- stuff. 'And who's this guy by the way?'

'I just know that he's not dead yet! 'Jesse roared again. 'And do you want to know who the guy was?'

'Come on, just tell me already!' I groaned. He was getting frustrating.

'The guy was Paul Slater.'


Wow! This is what I call a major cliffie! Well, for me anyway. I will not update until I get say, 5 more reviews. I'll type the next chappie in ahead so when I get 5 reviews I can update right away. And to those who will review, you get a kiss from Jesse. Yay!

Your ever so loyal author,

Jen