Will Never Give Up (Chap.2)
A Ghost Whisperer Story By
HCBalwayshappy
Melinda sat at the table with a coffee mug in one hand, as she thought about the dream the other night. She would stop this killer, find the body. And cross over the other spirits, that she is sure are trapped by this evil man. She sighed and looked at the clock. 11:45 A.M. She was waiting for Jim to wake up, so she could say bye to him before his long shift at two, but he still hasn't woken. She had to open the store at twelve today, so she stood up and headed towards the door.
"You were going to leave without saying goodbye?" Said a familiar voice from upstairs. She looked up and saw her husband, her best friend, walking down the stairs.
"I waited for you, but I have to open the shop at noon today. Some people are coming in to pick up a few chairs, and others wanted to look at the One hundred year old coin, that was brought in yesterday," Melinda explained.
"I get it," Jim said, but then looked into his wife's eyes, he's only been married to her for eleven months, but he could tell exactly when something was wrong, "What's wrong?"
Shaking her head Melinda said, "What! No nothing is wrong. I'm perfectly fine." Melinda tried to lie.
"There is another one isn't there?" Guiltily Melinda nodded her head.
"Yes, a fourteen year old boy. He was murdered, and he's going to take me to his body today. So his parents know that he died. Unfortunately they think he's alive."
"Sounds like a tough one," Jim said. He didn't have a good feeling about this one, and he wanted to tell Melinda to give it a break, let this one go, but he could already see that she was determined to help this boy. No matter what, Giving her a kiss he sighed, "Be careful Mel, I don't have a good feeling about this one."
"I will, don't worry," She gave him a fake smile, "Love you." and she walked out the door.
"Love you too," He called after her, "I always will."
As she was getting close to the shop, John appeared in the passenger seat. He looked less purple, and almost, more happy. "You finally warming up John?" Melinda asked.
"Yeah, I can feel it from you, the warmth. Did you know, to all of us, you glow. Not literally, but we know you'll help us. I know you care, for me, for everyone," The young boy smiled. Melinda smiled back.
"So when are you going to take me to your body?"
"Well he's gone now, so now would be a good time." I should have guessed, Melinda thought as she pulled out her cell and called Delia. When she answered she asked if she could open the store and watch it for a few hours.
"Thanks Delia," Melinda said then hung up, "Okay John, where is it?"
an Hour later, Melinda pulled onto a road that led up to the canyon. John had told her all about his family while they drove. And how much he wished he could have been a better son. He told her that he wanted to be veterinarian because he loved animals. How he hated school, but for some odd reason, loved math.
"We're almost there," John said. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to his body. Also near his killers hang out, but at least his body wasn't inside, "okay, pull over here." Melinda did as she was told and pulled over into the parking space. There weren't any other cars there, not a single one.
Melinda exited the car, feeling glad she wore good shoes today, instead of high heels, and jeans a white t-shirt, and a red coat, instead of a dress. She headed towards the entry of the hike.
"So why did he carry you up here?" Melinda asked as she climbed up and over a rock.
"I think he did it just in case, a hiker or someone came across my body, they'd think he just dumped me there. "
"I guess that makes since. I know this is a hard question, but how long have you been dead?"
"Three days."
"Really? How did you know to come find me?" Melinda questioned.
"All of us know you, where you are, and that you will help us."
"Really? How come I don't have a line of ghosts outside my front door then?" She wondered.
"They're scared of the other one, the evil one, he says he'll destroy us if we come to you." John answered as he walked.
"And you didn't believe him?"
"Well no, I could feel that you were more powerful than him anyway. Actually I think that they are more scared of you."
"Well I am pretty scary," She said giving him her attempt at a scary face. John laughed.
"Right, well were almost there." Melinda gave a sigh of relief, she never really liked camping, let alone, hiking. She looked up and saw the boy staring over the edge of the path. Walking up to him, she saw what he was looking at, his body, was poorly attempted to be covered up in leaves. Gasping, she looked at John, his face was blank and showed no emotion.
"I'm so sorry," She said and touched his shoulder. He allowed her to do so, instead of having her hand pass through him. Pulling out her phone, she dialed three numbers, and made a call she didn't want to make.
"What's your emergency?" She heard the person on the other line ask.
"I found a body, A dead one, of a young boy. He may have fallen, I don't know. I'm hiking by myself on the Narrow Walk an hour outside of Grandview.
"Stay there, we're on our way."
Thirty minutes later, the rescue team showed up, They pulled his body up and the cops started to ask her questions.
"How did you come across the boy?"
"I don't know, I was hiking. And I wanted to take a picture of the view, I went up to get a closer look. I just happened to look down and I saw him, I thought he might be alive, but I just could tell. I was too afraid to go down there and check." John smiled beside her. Apparently she wasn't a bad liar.
"Thanks Ms. Gordon. We've identified the boy and notified his parents. They are on their way now and they want to speak to you." Melinda nodded and sat down on the flat rock and watched as they zipped up the bag holding John's body. another half hour later, the parents walked up, out of breath, and with red eyes. They passed her and went to look at the body, her mother cried out as they showed him John's face.
The mother walked over to her unable to look at her son's body anymore, Melinda stood up and shook her hand. "Hi my names Melinda Gordon. I found your son."
"And I don't know how to thank you, I don't know what I would've done, if I never found out what happened to my son. I guess we didn't guess his name right, and he killed him."
"I read about that, in the news, a while ago. I couldn't believe it! Just took him for no reason."
"I know, it's horrible. He was such a happy boy, kind to everyone, and he was so bright. He had a great future ahead of him." She started to cry.
"I'm sure John knows how much you love him, how much you care about him," Melinda said giving her a hug.
"I know, but if I could just talk to him again. I'd tell him he's the best son a mother could have. And I will no matter what! Make sure his killer is in jail."
"And I'm sure they'll catch him...someday." John appeared next to Melinda, tears were falling down his cheek.
"I didn't know I could cry, considering I'm dead. Thank you Melinda. Thank you so much." Letting go of John's mother they sat and talked for a long time. She met his dad, and he also thanked her. It was 5:00 P.M. by the time she got back to her car. half way down the mountain her car died.
"Oh Crap," Melinda stated smacking her hands against the steering wheel. It was then that John appeared.
"My parents are a lot happier now, thank you."
"No problem, do you see a light."
"No, but I can't go yet," John said.
"Why not, can you help me with my car?"
"No, but I can tell you are still going to try and stop my killer. You'll just get yourself caught and I don't want you to get hurt. He'll take anybody, anybody he wants. Adult, or child."
"Well, maybe that's why you are still stuck here. Someone needs to stop him from killing people. Now I'm not going to stop him tonight, because it's getting dark. But can you remember anything, anything at all about where and while you were trapped?" Melinda asked. John closed his eyes for a moment, but he couldn't remember anything. He opened his eyes and shook his head.
"That's alright, soon you'll remember. And the sooner I can get you into the light, you deserve it." John smiled, but it quickly disappeared as he turned around.
"He's coming, he's coming. Hurry get out of here, get your car to start!" John yelled. Melinda quickly stepped out of her car and looked inside the hood.
"I need someone to jump start it!" She shouted.
"Oh no," John said, Melinda got back in her car and flipped open her phone. No signal. Great! So I get signal up in the middle of no where, but when I'm only thirty minutes away from the main road. I have nothing.She slammed her phone closed and watched as the distant lights, got closer and closer.
"John, he can't see you. So don't worry."
"Aren't you scared?"
"Not as much as you, plus I don't scare easily, and he won't take me just because my car died." Melinda stated. The car pulled up behind her and a man stepped out. Slowly walking towards her, Melinda could feel the evil coming from him. John looked at Melinda then back at the man, then to her again. He tapped on her passenger window, and Melinda stepped out of the car.
"Be careful." She heard John whisper.
"Excuse me Ms. Are you okay?" Melinda saw his eyes, and immediately recognized them, as the cold hatred filled ones.
"Yeah, my car. It just died."
"It happens a lot around here." That sent a chill down Melinda's spine. That man was definitely evil.
"You don't happen to have a signal do you? Or something to jump start it?"
"I do, hold on I'll pull my car up in front of yours."
"Thank you, so much." She got back into her car and watched him get in his.
"I'm starting to remember something." John said from her back seat.
"What?"
"I don't know. It's there, I feel it."
"It'll come to you." When his car pulled up in front of hers she popped the hood and walked outside.
"Can I help with anything?"
"No, just start it when I tell you to," He said grumpily.
"Okay." She got back in the car, the door open so she could hear him. He nodded to her, and she started it. It started, and she smiled at him and got back out of the car to close the hood.
"Thank you!" She said gratefully, "I don't know how to repay you?" She didn't know why she was so nice to him. Knowing and feeling who he is. It's just in her nature. She gave him a hug, and she swore he smelled her hair when he hugged her back.
"It was no trouble at all, I'm Allan," he said.
"Melinda." She answered, also not giving a last name. He was getting creepier and creepier by the minute.
"No last name?"
"I tell you mine, when you tell me yours," Melinda answered, playfully.
"Ahh, a mystery. Well it was nice to meet you, Melinda." He smiled.
"you too Allan." She smiled back and walked toward her car. He watched her, his nice smile, turning into an evil one as he too headed back towards his car.
"That was creepy," She said to John through gritted teeth as she smiled and waved as the man slowly passed her. Once he was passed she drove away. Constantly looking in her rear view mirror, just in case he was following her.
"Don't worry he's not following you," John said. Melinda breathed a sigh of relief, but still checked just in case. It was then that John remembered. He knew his killer. He didn't just take him for no reason. He met him. He went into his memory, remembering the day it all started.
"John, be careful! Don't go to far." His mom called after him, as he rode his bike down the street.
"Don't worry!" John called back. He had gone pretty far when he decided to turn back. He didn't see or hear the car, because he had put on his I-pod. He turned around and gasped in shock as he quickly swerved out of the crashing into the sidewalk. The car stopped and the man stepped out. John remembered seeing his eyes, his cold eyes staring at him.
"Help me," John called out. His ankle was broken, and he couldn't get up. The man roughly pulled him up, and smelled his hair. John remembered thinking how weird that was.
"Where do you live Boy?" He asked harshly.
"Just two blocks away."
"Hop in." He half carried half dragged John to his car. He brought him home, his mother, was so grateful, they took him to the hospital, and a week later. He was taken in the middle of the day right in front of his own house. By the man that saved him.
He smelled my hair? He smelled my hair. Crap he smelled her hair too.
Melinda had arrived at the shop just as Delia was closing it. She was about to get out when, she heard John say.
"Melinda. You're in danger."
Okay! Thanks for the review! and I hope you guys like this chapter! Sorry if it was short and didn't have a lot of detail! And for any grammar errors. once again if there is anything I need to work on please tell me! Thanks!
-HCB