One last time
Melinda flipped the open sign to closed as she finished up the last of her hot coffee. She had a long day working at her antique shop, and was getting ready to go home and take a nice hot bath. She was exhausted, frustrated with dealing with angry customers, and even worse, angry ghosts.
Melinda had a rare gift. She had the abillity to see and speak to ghosts. She has been able to speak to ghosts ever since she was a small child. Her mother and her grandmother had this abillity, but her mother abandoned the gift, so Melinda was all alone. This has always secretly bothered her, but she knew that it was her duty to help these ghosts into the light.
Melinda finished sweeping the floor, and she went to the back to grab her jacket. It was mid January and it was still quite cold outside. She rubbed her eyes as she tried to visualize herself in a hot, steamy bubble bath. She grabbed her jacket and slipped her arms through the sleaves. The lovely cotten jacket was found in an old basement, and part of getting a ghost, named Julie, into the light was her promise to always keep the jacket.
As Melinda walked out into her car, she slipped her hands into the pocket, only to find that her keys were gone! Melinda suddenly became confused, since her keys have always been in her pocket. She retraced her steps, trying to see if they fell out of her pocket earlier. She couldn't find them anywhere! Melinda started to panic, but she told herself to relax and to go home. It wasn't a far walk, and she and Jim had a spare key.
Frustrated with herself, Melinda started to walk home. She hadn't gone ten paces when she saw an out-of-place mist. This was odd for Melinda, for she had always seen the ghosts pretty clearly. She walked towards the mist, and what she saw made her even more confused. She saw a lone hand, reaching out towards her. The hand reached and tried to grab hers, but a car came speeding by, and scared the ghost away.
Melinda continued to walk the rest of the way home, eager to tell Jim of this unexpected surpise. She couldn't stop thinking about this strange ghost. This is going to be a tough one, thought Melinda. But she was used to the toughies. Those were the ones that intrigued her the most.
Melinda finally reached her house, and grabbed the spare key from underneath the doormat. She opened the front door, and placed the key back to it's place. She dragged her feet up the stairs, and started the bath. She undressed, and got comfortable. She took a good hour bath, and was ready to go to bed. She was so tired, in fact, she didn't even notice that Jim hadn't returned home yet.
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