Thanks once more to all reviewers; sorry it took me a while to update once again.
Anyway, onwards to chapter 7,
Chapter 7: Omen
We are told that these things occur for a reason – From the philosophy of time travel.
Kelly hadn't slept, and the caffeine that was coursing through her veins could only do so much to keep her conscious.
She had thought about staying home, but decided against it. If she'd stayed home she'd constantly be looking over her shoulder wherever she turned, waiting for whatever the hell had appeared in her room yesterday to come back.
Why a public place should be any safer for a creature that can appear and disappear at will and do God knows what else was a mystery, but Kelly still felt safer in the bustling city centre.
What the fuck is going on?
First, Kelly had stumbled across the registration plate of a car that seemed to have vanished without a trace, now she had been visited by a ghost in a Bunny suit. She wondered briefly if the two could be connected somehow, but she could picture any plausible connections; except for one.
His, or its message made no sense to her either. She had repeated it to herself over and over again last night and her mind kept coming back to the charred registration plate that she had plucked from the grass.
The only logical conclusion, for the moment, was that this guy was the ghost of the driver. If he'd been wearing the suit at the time then no wonder he'd crashed. If that was the case, maybe he was pissed off that she moved the registration plate. Or maybe the two had nothing to do with each other. She had too many questions and not nearly enough answers to make anything except for one sketchy guess.
Despite what she had seen in the last few days, the whole idea of ghosts and the supernatural still seemed to be nothing more then fiction. Kelly hadn't believed in ghosts since she was six, and even now, the notion still seemed hard to believe.
It hadn't been a dream; she knew that, she hadn't been dreaming, hallucinating, taking LSD or doing anything that could have made the experience a simple trick of the mind. What she had seen was real, as real as the registration plate that was hidden under her mattress.
She yawned and resisted the urge to rest her head on her arms and try and sleep on the picnic table she was sat at. She had gone without sleep before and felt, more or less, fine the day after, but having to spend an entire night waiting in fear for an ethereal assailant to arrive was a draining task to say the least.
After roughly five more minutes, Seachnall emerged out of the crowd of passers by, he was dressed in his usual nondescript clothes that he thought was a cry of individuality.
Seachnall abhorred brand names and anyone who wore them. When prompted he could talk for hours about glaring injustice for the workforce, no discernable difference in quality, paying for the label, and at least a dozen other subjects that could put the listener into a trance.
"Hi." He said, causing Kelly to realise that she had kept staring at the spot where she'd noticed him instead of his path towards her.
"Hi" she muttered weakly before pushing herself to her feet.
"Are you alright?" Seachnall asked, noticing the marks of fatigue in her face.
Kelly let out a groan of fatigue that soon developed into a yawn. She was unsure whether to tell Seachnall about what had happened, if this was a ghost that was pissed off about his missing registration plate, (the words sounded ridiculous even as she thought them), then Seachnall should know what had happened, in case the beast came to visit him.
"I didn't sleep well." She uttered instead, unsure of where to begin. Or how to describe the experience in such a way that would cause Seachnall to do something other then wander off and phone the nice men with white shirts and plenty of jackets with extra long sleeves.
Unbidden, a mental image of a psychiatrist telling her that there was no such thing as ghosts in rabbit suits sprung to mind. She laughed slightly at this thought.
"Kel." Seachnall's voice sounded like this was the third or fourth time he'd uttered her name. It was the first time her mind had registered it though.
"Sorry," she mentally shook herself, trying to force out the weariness.
"Are you sure you're alright?"
"Yes." Kelly replied, forcing irritation into her voice, hoping that it would sound convincing. "You hungry."
"Yeah," Seachnall said slowly, casting one final inquisitive glare at Kelly's face, "Ah, before we do anything I have to get to the post office, I told my Dad I'd take care of this." He reached into his coat's pocket and pulled out a small parcel.
"Alright." Kelly said, pleased to be walking which was a surprisingly less tiring thing then sitting in her current state.
"Did you find anything else out?" She asked, suppressing another yawn.
"Nothing." The tone of Seachnall's voice sounded like he wanted to say 'nothing yet'. It also sounded like he was trying to convince himself that that was what he believed.
"Me neither. I was thinking though, maybe we're be..."
"Look out!"
Kelly's head snapped upwards as she heard Seachnall's shout. She had barely enough time to realise that she'd stepped onto the road before she felt two hands grasp her upper arms firmly and drag her back onto the pavement.
A car screeched past, the noises it produced told her that the driver had braked hard to try and avoid hitting her. A few seconds later there was also an angry sounding shout from an open window.
Sudden fear and adrenaline surged through Kelly, fighting away the weariness. Several people were now glaring in her general direction, she didn't care.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Seachnall's voice betrayed his own shock and concern, as well as irritation. His grip on her arms remained.
"Cars aren't good for you this month."
The voice wasn't something she imagined or a memory. It was him again; it was the bunny-suited spectre returning to repeat his message. Was this what he was warning her about? It made no sense.
What the fuck did he want?
To be continued.