This is my follow up to the 2000 FX movie, The Sight, which starred Andrew McCarthy. If you've never seen or heard of it, I've given a basic run through of what happened in the movie. The movie has also just been released on DVD. The is only just the first chapter whilst I work on the rest. Let me know what you think! :)

Second Sight

A light bulb swung loosely across a small, dark, white tiled room, the sole light bulb haphazardly illuminating the darkness to reveal two shadowy figures looming over a seated shadow, ready to strike. Michael Lewis jumped up out of sleep. He looked over to the clock on the bed-side table; it was 6:00am. "Damn, that dream again!" he yelled at the annoyance of this dream which had plagued his usually peaceful sleep over the past couple of nights. Though it was a somewhat vague dream, Michael knew it had something to do with the dead. "Time for me to skip work and people think I'm going crazy again."

It had been almost two months since he had last helped out three victims of a murder case and having such a wide break like this, he knew this dream was l ikely linked to another murder. After Margaret had crossed over following the 411 she gave Michael on his first case, he was left to rely on the help from Isobel, Detective Pryce and his very own ghost lawyer, Charles. Though, Detective Pryce had yet to learn of his secret. Michael had played it over in his mind many times how he could tell her but every scenario he imagined, the conclusion she would come to would be that he was insane and have him committed.

The past year had been quite surreal for Michael. His architecture work had brought him from New York City to London to work on a disused hotel, discovering the owner could communicate with the dead and see them doing regular things mingled among the living. But the strangest thing for Michael was that she had chosen him to be her successor and transferred her gift over to him. Michael was to use his gift to help the spirits pass over, usually they were murder victims. Michael's first use of his gift had helped to bring to justice the copycat child serial killer, who was dubbed the next Jack the Ripper. Because of Michael's strange involvement in the case he was suspect number one and had even been placed overnight in a police cell, his recent dream reminded him of that night, the cell tiles seemed quite familiar of the ones in his dream.

"Something bothering you, Michael?" chirped a lively Isobel appearing in his bedroom doorway.
"Don't you ever knock?" Michael cranked still quite sleepy.
"Well, I could attempt to knock on the door; however, you and I know very well that it's likely my hand will go right through, so in short, no I don't knock."
"And that's the short version?" Michael snapped back. Isobel beamed back at him, knowing what he was like at this time of the morning. "So Is, how can I help you? You only haunt me early in the morning when you have something important to tell me."
"Haunting? Is that what you call it? Michael Lewis I have given you the best year of my afterlife and this is how you insult me? Well, yes I do indeed have something to tell you, however I think you're going to need to sit down."
"What? What's happened, is it Detective Pryce?"
"Oh no, it's not your precious Detective Pryce. It's much worse I'm afraid."