After narrowly escaping the wrath of Mr. Farrows, I ran full-speed out of the gates and straight up the Carmel Hills. The rain was falling hard now and my legs were tiring but I couldn't stop. I had to find Jesse. "Come on Simon, just one more hill to go" I told myself, but my choice of footwear was weighing me down. I looked down at my shoes and said my final goodbye.

"Lord Jimmy of Choo, Please forgive me for the sacrilegious act I'm about to perform", I said before yanking off the six inch boots from my bare feet and throwing them into a ravine at the side of the road. Carrying them would have caused me to slow down and that's the last thing I needed right now. My pace quickened and within minutes I was running up the drive to my house, darting between the path and the tree lined edges just in case any of the neighbours saw that I was cutting class. If Andy ever found out, I'd be punished until the end of time.

"Jesse" I shrieked. "JESSE, WHERE ARE YOU". I made my way round the side of the house and into the backyard, to the place where Andy, Sleepy and Dopey had unearthed Jesse, but there was nobody there. I ran into the house and up to my room just in case Jesse wanted me to follow him so he could tell me why he was acting so crazy, but I didn't find anything.

"Get it together, Suze! Where would you hide if you'd been dead for 150 years but didn't want anybody to find you?" I paced my room for the next five minutes, hoping Jesse would just materialize in the creepy silent way he normally does, but to no avail. What happened next, however, I did not see coming.

"Would you quit your whining?", came a voice from not so far behind me. I jumped round and struck a pose kind of like something out of a kung-fu movie. Jet Lee ain't got nothin' on you, Simon.

"Who the hell are you?" I gasped. Standing before me was a young girl, about the same age as myself, but dressed in a long period dress, bonnet and carrying what looked like a very, very sharp dagger. She was standing way too close for comfort, so I took a few steps back so I could take in the whole ensemble. She had very long dark hair, almost the same shade as Jesse's, her face was beautiful but there was a cold stare in her eyes which even gave me a bad case of the heebie-jeebies. After so many years of mediating, I didn't think it possible.

"I'm Angela, but I think the question should be, who the hell do you think you are?" She took a few steps forward, still wielding the dagger in my direction. Jeez, these dead chicks really have a thing about all things pointy and shiny. I guess they're just making up for missing out on the fashion industry boom by accessorising in the latest (for their time) and best-performing products in the weapon industry.

"Excuse me, but this is my house, so maybe you should back away from me with that…thing". Her eyes narrowed, but she stayed put and had absolutely no intention of moving.

"I don't think so! You're not leaving this room until I find out what you're up to" She scowled, prodding my side with her trusty side-kick, Mr dagger.

"I'm sorry, but I really don't know what you're talking about. Maybe you've got the wrong person". She scoffed at this and grabbed the back of my neck, digging her very sharp, very dead nails into my skin.

"I don't think so, deary. You're Susannah Simon and you're going to pay for what you've done. Like it or not, they're coming for you and there's absolutely nothing you can do about it". This time when she spoke, I noted a hint of a Spanish accent, almost like she was trying to cover it up.

"What?" I looked blankly at her, but her grip didn't weaken. "Who are they? What have I apparently done? And who actually are you, Angela?"

Her eyes danced with anger, her mouth widened and out came some sort of voodoo. She pressed harder and harder into my neck and the more she spoke, the less alive I began to feel. My legs weakened, my eyes wouldn't focus and It was becoming increasingly hard to breathe.

"Jesse" I whispered, "Jesse, please, I need you". The next thing I knew my head felt like it was being crushed by a ton of bricks and I fell hard to the ground. "Where are you Jesse? Why aren't you coming?" I…..I…."

But Jesse didn't come. I fell deeper into a trance and lay unconscious on the floor for an unknown period of time, until suddenly, I heard somebody calling my name…