Disclaimer: I don't own Ghost Whisperer now, I never did in the past, and I don't plan on owning it in the future.

A/N: Happy belated Halloween!

"Melinda! Melinda! Can you hear me?" Jim was standing over her. Melinda suddenly became very aware of her surroundings.

She was huddled in a corner. "Jim… Mrs. Woodcroft, oh I'm so sorry."

Jim and Mrs. Woodcroft were looking at her concernedly. "Are you all right, Melinda?" Jim asked again, helping her up.

They shared a look, and Melinda hoped Jim understood that it was a ghost issue.

"Yeah, yes, I'm fine. Sorry… about that."

Melinda turned around. "I'm ready to eat; dinner looks amazing, thank you!"

Dinner wasn't the only thing Melinda was looking at. When she turned to look at the table, she saw Laura sitting at the table, looking sullen as ever, and Emily.

"I need to help her!" Emily shouted before vanishing.

"Can I get you a glass of water?" Mrs. Woodcroft asked, still looking very worried.

"I'm fine, really- but water does sound appealing."

"Can we ever thank you enough, Jim, for saving Laura?" Mr. Woodcroft asked.

"Oh, really, I think this is about as much as I can handle, Bruce," Jim said, sitting down.

"Laura sure appreciates it, don't you, honey?" Bruce asked.

She nodded quickly. "Yes. Yes, I do."

"I'm happy I could help," Jim said, with a sympathetic look to Laura.

"Where did he find you?" Melinda asked, hoping to prompt the story. She had a feeling that she didn't get the whole story from her vision.

Laura mumbled something no one could hear.

"Sorry?" Melinda asked kindly.

"In the janitor's closet." Laura stuffed food in her mouth so she wouldn't have to respond to anymore questions.

"She lost a dear friend that day- Emily Carter. She's been rather withdrawn since," Mrs. Woodcroft said quietly.

"I knew Emily, too."

Laura flashed a look that seemed to ask "why are you doing this?"

Melinda looked down at her chicken. She wasn't getting anywhere.

Suddenly, Laura started to cry, and she bolted from her chair. Melinda heard feet going up steps.

Her father sighed. "We hoped this wasn't going to happen. Please, it's not your fault. She's been really sensitive."

Melinda put her water down. "Can I go talk to her?" she asked.

"It's really not your fault, Melinda." Mrs. Woodcroft said.

"I think I can help," Melinda tried.

Bruce sighed. "Second door on your left, good luck."

Melinda smiled and got up.

When she reached her door, she heard sobbing from inside. She knocked on the door.

"Go away, Dad! I'm not coming back down! Why did they have to come?"

"It's not your Dad," Melinda said. "It's me. Can I come in?"

The door opened a crack. "What do you want with me? I'm not crazy."

"I'm sure you aren't. I think I can help. Can I come in?"

Laura opened the door all the way and allowed Melinda entrance. Laura sat on her bed and hugged her pillow.

"Laura, what happened?" Melinda asked. "Why did Jim find you in a janitor's closet?"

She didn't say anything. Melinda figured that she was just going to have to come out and say it.

"I'm going to tell you something, Laura. You can believe me or not, but it's the whole truth."

"What?"

"I see earthbound spirits- ghosts. I'm not a psychic or a fortune teller or what have you. It's a gift. I can't see all spirits, just one's that haven't crossed over. I keep telling you I knew Emily- they truth is, I've only seen her spirit. She's very attached to you."

"Emily's here?"

A/N: Bwahahaha! I leave you there! Yeah, I realize it's a short chapter with a cliff hanger, but I wanted to save the rest. Maybe this will give you incentive to review! Happy belated Halloween! (Sorry to those who don't celebrate it… I do)