Chapter two
Melinda woke up the next morning with a start. She had another one of those nightmares about her father. Her father had recently killed himself, and she still had dreams about him. She wiped off the sweat from her forhead, and reach down to hold on to Jim. When she bend over, she realized that Jim was not there! He must have gone off to work already. Jim was a perimedic, and he was always on call. He sometimes left as early as four in the morning! This was something that Melinda was used to.
Melinda walked down the stairs and started up a pot of coffee. She opened her mouth wide, and let out a huge yawn. She wiped her eyes, trying to get the spiderwebs out. She walked over to the bathroom mirror, and looked at the horror in front of he.
Melinda's hair had a party and stuck out all over the place. Her makeup was smeared and run down her face. She had a huge pimple emerging from the tip of her nose, and her eyes had bags underneath them. Melinda scrubbed her face to wash of the makeup and to clean her pores. She popped the pimple and brushed her hair. This was when Melinda heard her coffee pot scream. This was odd, for the coffee pot always took forever to heat. But Melinda brushed this off and grabbed her coffee.
Melinda sat down in front of the tv and grabbed the newspaper. As she was reading her favourite section, the comics, Melinda took a sip of her coffee. To her surprise, the drink was as cold as an iceburg! She grabbed the thermometer, and stuck it into the cup. This shocked Melinda even more, for the thermometer read the heat at 90 degrees farenheight! Confused, she grabbed and ice cube from the freezer, and stuck it on her toungue. It was cold. Melinda took another sip of her coffee, and it was the normal temperature.
Melinda coul not just brush this off. She knew this had to be connected somehow to the ghost that she saw yesterday night. And possibly to the missing keys. Frustrated, Melinda slammed through the door and headed to the antique shop.
"Hello darlin'" Melinda's best friend and close colleague Delia Banks said.
"mmmhmm" Melinda mumbled. She was still exhausted.
"Woah. Have a rough night?"
"You don't even know. First I lost my keys, and I came upon a ghost down the street. sometime I wish i could give my gift to you."
"Nope. No can do, honey. I don't want your gift. It's too creepy."
"I agree. By the way have you seen the Janssen lamp? I can't fi..." Melinda was interrupted by the phone ringing. Delia went to go grab it, and Melinda went to go hang up her coat.
Delia, cheeks stained with tears, came to get Melnda. "Honey, it...it's about," She gulped for air, but it didn't seem to reach her lungs, "it's about Jim."