Hello All my loyal readers. Welcome to THE PREVIEW. This is what the last chapter will be known as from now on.

No, this isn't really a chapter. I meant to put this up with the last one.

I just for one, wanted to thank all my reviewers and readers for reading it. I worked hardest on this story than any other.

I also wanted to add that I'm continuing the story as soon as possible not at the moment.

I'm going to call it GW: Ghost Whispers.

I wanted to let you know so then I could just put GW instead of writing out Ghost Whisperer every story because that would give me a headache. :)

Okay well anyway, now that you know that important fact. . . I wanted To give you my preview.

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Now, let's begin the most anticipated chapter EVER! (Not really)

GW: Ghost Whispers

Mathew walked of the road towards the woods. It was dark and steamy. The night only light was coming from the street lamps. He stopped at the edge of the woods for a moment and then ventured in.

He was only here to meet up with a friend. She had texted him, asking if they could meet here. They hadn't been able to meet in public anymore. Her boyfriend hated the fact that they were friends, even more did he hate that they were trying to get help.

At first she refused, but now, it was different. Maybe tonight, he thought. Maybe tonight will finally be the night we get away from this place for good. . . together.

He walked for a long time thinking to himself. After a while he wondered how he had gotten so far in the woods. She usually didn't like nature but where else could they meet?

If only he knew, Death himself was watching him the whole time.

He kept walking and then stopped when he heard a twig crack from a little ways off. "Who's there?" He asked. He wasn't used to being the brave one. That was Ryan's job.

Then, shadows had surrounded him. "Hey Mat, how's it going?" That was a familiar voice. It was her boyfriend. He knew he was in trouble now.

"W-w-wh-where is s-she?" He stuttered.

He laughed. "You won't be seeing her for a long time."

Before he could react, the others jumped him and beat him to the ground. They were quick, swift punches. Mathew was surprised that they were attacking him and not their ringleader.

When they stopped they moved away. He felt bruised everywhere When Mathew looked up he saw him with a gun in his hands pointed straight towards his forhead.

"You should've listened Mat. You should have just stayed away from her."

He pointed the barrel and started to pull the trigger. The last thing Mathew thought about was looking into the barrel and thinking about her. I'm so sorry. . .

Bang!

Eleanor walked into her room and saw the panicked Miles standing the by her bed.

"Miles, what's wrong?'

Miles looked back at her, relieved. "Oh, thank goodness , El. I thought something had happened to you." She walked over to Eleanor and her relief quickly turned to anger. "Eleanor! Why aren't you in bed?"

"I can't stay in bed all the time," she said.

"Tell that to the cancer patients on the ninth floor," she retorted.

Eleanor sighed. "Yeah Miles, your right. I shouldn't complain so much." Eleanor walked over to the bed and sat down.

"Now why don't you tell me why you're so negative today."

"I'm not. I'm just . . . confused."

Miles walked over to the bed and sat down next to Eleanor. "Tell me about it."

Eleanor wasn't sure if she wanted anyone to know, but if it had to be someone, Miles was the perfect person.

"What if I said that I'm seeing things other people can't?"

Miles gasped. "Why? Are you seeing leprechauns?"

Eleanor shook her head. "No, I –"

"Dancing dogs and cats?"

"No-"

"Cows in vending machines," she interrupted again. "Cause I saw that too once."

"No Miles! I'm. . . I'm seeing people who aren't there. And I'm hearing voices that won't stop."

Miles gasp. "That's. . . AWESOME!" She exclaimed.

"No it isn't. And then there's this man in a cloak-"

"Wait I'm confused. Are you saying you've talked to the Grim Reaper? I'm jealous."

"Miles, this isn't a game!" Eleanor yelled. She saw that she hurt her feeling's and sighed. "Let me explain."

Eleanor told Miles everything, from the accident to the hospital experience. Miles listened intently the whole time. Eleanor had do admit talking to Miles really helped. When she was finished, she waited for her reaction.

"Wow Eleanor. I don't know what to say. I mean-"

But she didn't hear Miles. Dizziness came over her and there was a loud ringing in her ear. It took her a minute to realize that it was someone screaming for help. The pain in her head was just as bad as it was the night before, maybe worse.

Eleanor," Mile said, panicked. "Are you alright?"

Eleanor didn't hear. She was forced to focus on the angry screams.

"I'm not dead! I'm Not DEAD! THIS CAN'T BE REAL!"

"Stop it! Leave me alone!" Eleanor screamed back.

Miles wasn't sure what to do. She watched her friend, who seemed to be in agonizing pain, scream at no one.

Eleanor tried to shake it off but his cries wouldn't go away. Then all of a sudden it became quiet. Slowly, she opened her eyes. She knew she wasn't where she was supposed to be. It was so dark.

She looked up, surprised to see a gun pointed to her forehead. She couldn't see the man's face but she could see the Cobra tattoos going up his arm.

"You should've listened Mat. You should have just stayed away from her."

Then she saw him start to pull the trigger. The last thing she remembered thinking about was a girl she had never met before.

Then she screamed.

Bang!