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Melinda POV
That day at the store hadn't been much else than what most others day had been. Usually I could touch all the things that came in or were sold without being thrown into flashbacks of what had happened with someone who had touched it last.
Maybe I should have known this was a calm before the storm…
I stood in the back of the store and Delia was by the checkout stand. It wasn't much left of the afternoon and I was just about to take my jacket and go to the fire station to go home with Jim when I heard the doorbell ring.
"Excuse me…" I heard a male voice- most possibly a teenager or slightly after. And with it I walked back into the store and found Delia and a guy, possibly in his younger twenties holding a big carton. "There's… We… I… my sister… Sorry… My sister had a big collection of random motorbike- things." He reached down into the box and pulled up a wooden motorbike- small enough to stand on his palm. "I think some of them are actually collectives and could be worth a bit for whoever wants them… I'd be careful with those if I were you." Delia had taken a magazine from the box. "They're probably not from this century, it might fall to pieces."
With the sad look he was wearing I could see clearly he didn't want to give these things away.
"Do you want to tell us a bit more about these things?" I asked. "Have someone collected them? Your grandad or…" Delia pointed to the date of a magazine. "Maybe even great grandad?"
"No." The boy's voice had turned harsh, yet he couldn't quite hide the shiver in it. "My sister did… I'm just going to leave now."
"How rude of us." I said, I had to keep this going. "We could at least have introduced ourselves. I'm Melinda Gordon. And this is Delia Banks."
Delia sent a nod towards the boy but was still searching through the box in search for God knows what.
"I'm Christopher Kennedy." He looked sadly to the things on the checkout stand. "My sister is… was Francesca. But we called her Frankie mostly… anyway." He waved a slight goodbye. "Just take whatever you want or need from that and throw the rest in the trash."
I was about to say something, but meanwhile I reached down into the box with stuff and when I wrapped my fingers around another collectible flashbacks flashed by for my inner vision.
Throwing it all across the room.
This wasn't the way it was supposed to be.
"I HATE IT HERE."
And meanwhile I flinched, had to take a grip of the checkout stand not to fall and dropped the small figure again.
And then just like that, with a sharp intake of a breath I was back here and now.
"Melinda…" Delia stroke my back. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah…" That kind of flinching hadn't hurt me. "..Yeah, it's okay." At the same time Christopher was tugging the door handle of the door and pulling it time and time again without the door moving. "Looks like there's someone who doesn't want you to leave." Christopher sighed and let it go, pressing his lips together in annoyance.
"I'd call it a sign from the other side or whatever you want to call it. The same damn thing happened when I left her room and then again when I was leaving the house."
I wouldn't know about the other side. But right in the corner, only a few meters from him stood a girl, a girl who must have been his sister. Or her spirit more likely, staring at the door and keeping it hardly shut no matter how Christopher pulled or hit or kicked it.
"Please don't break anything." I heard next to me while Delia sent me a look and I nodded slightly. "Here, it gets jammed sometimes…" Delia walked around the stand with one quick lie and over to the boy when he suddenly let out a small yelp and his hand shot towards his neck. "Oh… are you okay?"
"Yeah…" The boy answered and stroke his neck. "It's just started hurting sometimes when I move it… weirdly… Stress I guess… But… but…" As soon as Delia touched the door handle it swung open almost by itself. "Who cares?"
Without a goodbye the young man left the store and disappeared out of our sight. The girl- possibly Frankie stood left in the corner and looked after him, and then turned to me.
"You can see me!" I nodded. "Can you… can you…"
"What?" I questioned. "How can I help you?"
But before I had gotten an answer the spirit of Francesca Kennedy had drifted away and disappeared.
Random fact
The siblings are portrayed by Roshon Fegan and Alisha Boe- but did you know her name isn't actually Boe but Bø- she's partly Norwegian, like me!
