I heard the phone ringing in the distance. I wasn't really in the mood to get up and answer it. I wasn't really in the mood for anything, really. Except, of course, being with my lovely fiancé.

Ahem.

But the shrill sound of the phone ringing was so annoying that I had to get up and answer it. But, seriously, though, who the hell calls at 8 AM on a Saturday? You are supposed to sleep in on Saturdays, not calling people who are trying to get some sleep — or, you know, snuggle with their fiancé, but still.

"Just ignore it, Jess," Rob said from underneath me.

My head was on his chest and his arms were wrapped comfortably around me.

I groaned in annoyance. Not at Rob, at the phone. "I...can't," I said. "It's so annoying..."

He lightly chuckled. "They'll stop calling eventually."

I rolled my eyes, but he couldn't see them. "Right."

But then Kia knocked on the door (yes, we finally got her to knock on the door). "Mommy!" her voice rang through the door. "Someone is on the phone for you!"

"What a surprise," I grumbled. To Kia, I said, "All right, I'll get it, honey!"

Rob picked up the phone and handed it to me. I clicked it on and answered, "Hello?" in a scratchy voice, hopefully indicating to the person that I was very tired and annoyed.

"Is this Jessica Mastriani?" the girl's voice rang out in my ear.

Inwardly I groaned. "Yes, this is. What can I help you with?"

"Uh, Miss Mastriani, I have some, uh, news for you."

"News? What kind of news?" I asked suspiciously.

She hesitated. "Are you familiar with the name Bailey Williams?" she asked.

I wracked my brain for the name. It seemed familiar, but I couldn't place it with a face. So I asked Rob. He seemed to have trouble thinking of it, too, but then all of a sudden, he remembered. I know, because I saw the look on his face. "Jess..." he said, his voice getting a little shaky. "That was...wasn't that the guy from your dream?"

I blinked. Oh, my God...it was. It really was.

But he...he's dead. What could this woman possibly know about him?

"Y-yes," I finally replied into the phone. "What about him?"

"Well, Miss, this might seem a little...bizarre, but...he's after you. He wants to kill you."

"But he's dead," I said in a monotone.

She sighed gustily. "That's the bizarre part. Miss Mastriani—"

"Call me Jess," I interjected.

"Jess," she said uncertainly, "I, uh...I'm able to see the spirits of the deceased. And he...he came to me. He said he wants to kill you."

I blinked. Was this really happening?

Was this person some kind of kook? I mean, really, seeing dead people? Did they think I really never saw that movie?

"Look, if this is some kind of prank—"

"Jess, its NOT. Please believe me, okay? I know its hard to believe, but its true. You are in terrible danger, Jess. Please, don't—"

But I didn't hear anything more after that, since the phone was torn out of my hands and smashed against the wall.

But Rob didn't do it. Rob's hands weren't even anywhere near my hands. They were actually, uh, a little lower...

But anyway, the fact that some...unseen force just tore the phone from my hands and smashed it against the wall made me freak out.

Rob was kind of freaked out, too. Only, I think he thought I threw the phone, which I totally did not.

"Jess, what the hell are you doing?"

"It wasn't me!" I yelled back at him. He didn't yell, though.

I was officially freaked out beyond comprehension. What the HELL was going on?

"What do you mean, it wasn't you? Then who the hell was it?"

"I...I don't know, Rob. Something just tore the fucking phone out of my hands!"

I was shaking now. I rarely ever curse anymore, so when Rob heard the 'f' bomb dropped, he knew something was seriously wrong.

I got up off the bed and grabbed my robe, which had been strewn on the floor from the night before. I put it on and walked into the bathroom, trying to make things clear.

But all of my thoughts kept going back to what the girl on the phone said. Was it...could it be his ghost? Was he...haunting me?

Then I remembered those eyes...those eyes that made my flesh feel like it was burning off of me very slowly. Those eyes penetrating my skin...

And then I collapsed to the bathroom floor with a sob.

Rob came running in, having put a pair of pajama pants on. He bent down and hugged me, assuring me that everything would be okay.

Only I knew it would not. I was aware that something bad — very bad — was about to happen.

"Rob," I said in a strangled voice. "Take...take Kia and Rose and Anthony. Take them far away. Just...just go."

"What?" he said. "What are you talking about? Jess, what's going on?"

I was about to answer with the ever-classic 'I don't know,' when Rob was suddenly ripped from me and thrown across the bathroom. He landed near the tub, his head banging it, effectively knocking him out.

I screamed. I didn't know what was happening. I couldn't see who — what? — was doing this.

But then...I all ready knew who was doing this. He promised he would be back.

And he kept his promise all right.

Suddenly, I felt the all-too-familiar burning on my flesh. Those eyes burning into me, searing my skin...

I shrieked again. I looked at Rob, lying helplessly next to the bathtub, blood seeking out of the back of his head. I wanted to go over there and try and get him to get up, but I knew it was no use. I had to get out of here, out of this room. I knew the...spirit, or whatever, would follow me, allowing Rob to not get harmed anymore.

So I ran out of the room and downstairs, as far away from my children and Rob as I could. I felt some kind of force push me into the wall. Then I saw the chair come flying at me from across the room. Having extremely fast reflexes, I dodged it. It crashed into the wall behind me, wood splintering.

However, I wasn't fast enough to dodge the next thing that was sent my way, the love seat from the living room. It hit me right in the back, knocking me down and helpless. I tried to get up, but that thing...it hit me good.

And my back was hurting like hell. I would have one hell of a bruise if I came out of this alive.

I heard the floor creaking upstairs, meaning someone was moving around.

Oh, God. Please, no...

"Mommy?" I heard Kia's little voice ring out. "Mommy, what's going on?"

I looked upstairs. I prayed to God in that mere second of hesitation. Please, no... "Kia, go back in your room, now!" I shrieked to her.

Her eyes widened. She had never seen me like this before and it scared her. Well, hell, I was scared too. Scared for her and the babies. And Rob. "Go, NOW!" I yelled.

She whimpered and went back to her room.

But when no other objects were being thrown my way, I had the horrifying realization that...

Kia's little scream carried downstairs. I ran up there as fast as I could, taking the steps three at a time. I burst into her room and saw that her mattress was flipped over and she was huddling in the corner. I rushed over there and grabbed her and ran out of the room.

Where the hell could I go?

Out. Out of the house.

I ran for the front door. But before I could even reach the handle, I was thrown aside by some unseen force, Kia landing on top of me. I hugged her as hard as I could, trying to protect her from something that I couldn't even see.

"Mommy, duck!" I heard Kia say. I did so and was shocked to see that a knife missed my head by mere centimeters.

Okay, I officially just wet my pants.

"No! Don't go over there!"

I cast her a shocked and curious glance. What the hell was she talking about?

"He's over there, Mommy!"

What...

"You can see him?" I asked incredulously.

"Yes!" she shrieked. "Duck!" she said again and I did, hearing a chair whizzing past my head, then crashing into the table in the kitchen.

That was when I saw something that truly shocked me. Two people just...appearing in my livingroom. They wasted no time, either.

"Paul!" the girl exclaimed. I realized that she was the girl from on the phone.

Huh, I guess she wasn't really kidding.

I saw the girl and 'Paul' fighting something I couldn't even see for a long time. Then, after a good fifteen minutes, I saw the girl latch onto thin air and then she passed out cold on the floor.

My eyes widened and the guy, Paul, I guess, rushed over to me. "Hey," he said, "are you okay?"

I noticed this guy was very handsome, and around the same age as me. But I knew that he knew he was good-looking. He was just one of those guys. And I guess the really pretty girl that was with him — who had passed out on the floor — was his girlfriend.

"Why are coming to me?" I asked incredulously. "When your girlfriend over there just passed out."

"Oh, she's not my girlfriend. And she's fine. She'll wake up in a few minutes." He smirked at me, obviously showing that there were a lot of things I did not know here.

I looked around, really afraid that I was going to get knocked over the head with something. 'Paul' noticed my wariness and laughed. "He's gone, don't worry. Suze made sure of that."

Suze, I am guessing, is the girl's name.

He reached out a hand for me to grab onto and he hoisted me up. Kia was sitting there, looking at me all sad. "Mommy," she said, "where's Daddy?"

Oh, Jesus. I can't believe I almost forgot about Rob.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed. I ran upstairs before Paul could even get anymore words out. Rob was still lying there, as motionless as ever.

Oh, God...please let him be okay.

I felt his neck and he still had a pulse, so that was good. But his head was bleeding rather heavily. I sat him up next to the tub and grabbed the towel off the rack, holding it to his head.

That's two head injuries because of me.

His breathing was fine and everything, but it was starting to get a little shallow. He needed to get to a hospital, and fast.

"Can someone help!" I screamed, hoping someone downstairs would hear me.

Paul came up the stairs, followed by Suze, who was holding her temple and rubbing it. "Hey," she said, "do you have any Tylenol?"

But she stopped when she saw what was happening. "Oh, God," she said. She took out her cell phone and called 911. And she found her Tylenol, when I told her there was some in the medicine cabinet.