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Linnéa
The names that Mr. Anderson mentioned in the last chap have been changed, Mikayla to Mariah.
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October the 15:th, the day I was moving back to my so called dad, came way to fast. I hadn´t looked forward to this, at all. I heard the car drive up on the driveway in front of Melinda and Jim´s house. My throat felt swollen, and I was trying hard not to cry, how could the world be so cruel, it decided to send me back to the man, who I now could hear he came walking towards the house.

I sat on the bench under the stairs, Melinda sat next to me, Jim stood behind me, in the stairs, and leaned over the railing. He walked down the stairs when there was a knock on the door, and opened the door. I couldn´t help to feel more scared when he opened it, I recognized the man who stood there. I looked to his feet, and slowly raised my chin so I looked from his feet, to his face.

"Are you coming?" He asked. I nodded.

"Wait outside, I´ll be there in a minute!" I mumbled, he nodded and Jim closed the door, just as we heard dad walk towards the car I broke down.

"Please…. Please…" I started hyperventilating. "Please… please… don´t send me back to him… please, please." I kept on begging.

"Minnie, breathe." Jim embraced me, but I just kept on begging.

"Please, please don´t send me back, please don´t send me back to him please." I continued. But I knew it wasn´t leading anywhere so I tried to stop, while Jim held me, and Melinda stroke my hair.

"Hey," Jim could finally let go of me. "We´ll try to figure something out okay? But right now, there´s nothing we can do. If you want anything, just give me a call okay?" I nodded, took my rucksack and my trunk and walked outside. I threw the bags on the back of dad´s old pick- up, and climbed into the seat next to dad.

I thought back to a couple of days before I´d moved in with Jim and Melinda, we had gotten an assignment by Mr. Anderson to write an essay about families, I couldn´t find anything to write about, so on the last day I had written, "I live with my dad." On a piece of paper, and handed it in. Today was Saturday, I´d have to ask Mr. Anderson on Monday.

"What happened to your arm?" dad asked after we had been driving in silence for a while.

"Nothing!" I mumbled, and stepped out of the car, when we were home. Dad walked over to me. He grabbed my collar and lifted me up.

"Tell me!" He fizzled.

"We went to the Tivoli on my birthday, I and Ned competed in the climbing walls, and when I jumped down from my side, the security equipment failed, so I fell, and my shoulder got dislocated."

"Take that damn sling off!" My dad said. I wasn´t stupid enough to fight back, even though I knew I needed it, I took it off and put it in my bag. I walked into the living room, and opened the door to the basement. The small, dusty and cold basement worked as my room here. I walked down, and sat down on the mattress on the floor. I wrapped my arms around my legs, and before I knew it, the tears where streaming down my cheeks way faster than I could stop them.

Melinda pov.

When Minnie had left, I started crying. Jim held me for a while, Ned, Delia and professor Payne came over. They knew what day it was. Jim couldn´t keep still when we sat in the living room. He stood up and walked back and forth in the room.

"I have to do something." He muttered over and over again. "There´s gotta be something."

I had never seen Jim like this. Even at the plane crash those years ago, he had been so calm, always someone for everyone to rely on. But now he seemed more stressed out than I had ever seen him before.

The others didn´t leave until it was almost midnight, we had brainstormed on every idea we got on how to make Mr. McNitter to end up where he belonged, in prison, and for Minnie to come back here, or at least not his house. But none of the ideas could work, so in the end we just sat there, in silence.

Around half past two in the morning, I woke up again. The ghost from the Tivoli stood by the foot of our bed, but she was blurry, and her face looked angrier and more upset than ever, all the bruises, also seemed to look worse than ever.

"Jim… Jim." I shook Jim´s shoulder, when I felt the feelings from the ghost.

"Mhm." Jim groaned and sat up a little.

"Jim… I think I´m gonna be sick." I whimpered. Jim immediately jumped out of his bed.

"YOU SHOULD HAVE TRIED HARDER." The ghost shouted. "NOW SHE´S GONNA GET HURT."

"Who is she… Minnie?"

"HER NAME IS NOT MINNIE."

"Who is it then?" Jim came running with a bucket, and a paper- roll, he held the bucket under my chin, the paper- roll on the bedside table, and laid his right arm around my shoulders.

"THE SAME PERSON."

"The same person… what do you mean… as Minnie?" Jim was the next one to speak up.

"You say you want us to listen, so I think it´s time for you to listen now." He said to the ghost. "I want you, to leave my wife alone, and I want you to leave Minnie alone… UNDERSTAND?" The woman screamed, and then disappeared, the next second, I was leaning over the bucket, erasing everything I had eaten yesterday.

"Whoa… It´s all right Mel." Jim stroke my back, trying to make me relax. "It´s okay… It´s all right." After what felt like hours to me, I had finished dry heaving

Jim pov

I hated seeing Melinda in pain. I hated this ghost for hurting my wife. When Melinda had finished heaving, I placed the bucket on the floor and reached for the paper roll. I took a piece and wiped off Melinda´s face. Her bangs laid flat towards her forehead of sweat, and there were tears, slowly streaming down her cheeks.

"Don´t cry." I placed the paper- roll on the bedside table, and then embraced Melinda. Slowly, I rocked her back and forth. Melinda leaned heavily towards my chest. I kissed the top of her head. We sat like that for a while, before I stood up.

"I´ll go get you some water, you… maybe you should change." Melinda nodded and stepped out of the bed, I took the bucket, the paper, and left the room. When I came back, Melinda had shifted her pajamas, to one of my T- shirts and shorts. I gave her the glass of water I had gotten for her, and afterwards, she placed the glass on her bedside table, I laid down next to her, and wrapped my arms around Melinda, who fell asleep with her head on my chest. But I couldn´t fall asleep, I laid awake.

This ghost, whoever it was, wouldn´t stay away, she´d come back, and Melinda would help it. That was always what happened. I couldn´t stop thinking about who this ghost was, and what did it want us? Why did it make Melinda feel so sick? And what had she got to do with Minnie?

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