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Chapter 8: I Became So Much More Aware

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked Edie as he ran up to her, "Jackie found out what?"

"I'm dead Sam," she grimly replied, "Jackie figured it out after some careful evidence and she is right. The reports never released my name because I was a minor and my parents pleaded that the information should never be shared." Sam stepped back, stunned. What?! Edie was a spirit?

Jackie came up behind Sam and patted him on the shoulder. Finally, the truth was out in the open. She hated to burst Sam's bubble but he had to know what he was getting himself into by dating Edie.

"I'm really sorry to disappoint you Sam," Edie quietly replied, "After all, you were always happy to see me. But my intention was never to hurt anyone from this experience." Sam nodded mournfully. He was completely crushed to hear that the dream girl he had been admiring was actually a ghost.

Jackie stepped closer to Edie and unfolded her arms. "So why were you at Disneyland that day we met you?"

"Even a ghost wants to have fun," Edie lightly offered, "It really surprised me that I would run into a team of ghost hunters but at the same time it almost seemed like fate." She paused a bit to let her words sink in.

"After I was found in this courtyard," she continued, "Very little work progressed in the case. Police gave up after 2 weeks and filed the report as a cold case. They didn't know what they were looking for and the murderer had covered their tracks very well. This left my parents distraught and really upset me as well." She studied the confused expressions and quickly added, "As my body died, my soul didn't. I continued to linger around the school to see what would become of the murder."

"So," Jackie slowly began, "You had been painting something when you were killed. What was it?"

"It was a fractured mirror with a distorted reflection of me," Edie recalled, "I saw the killer run off with my work. I think there were blood stains from where the bullet had rebounded on the canvas." Jackie shuddered at the thought of it.

"I'm not trying to seem rude Edie," Sam spoke up after a prolonged silence, "But can I have proof that you are a ghost? I can't believe that all this time I've been possibly talking to a very clear representation of a spirit." Edie raised her hand dragged it across Sam's face. He could feel his breath catch in his throat. Instead of feeling human skin, he felt sharp, cold air brush his cheek. He reached out his hand to touch her face but found that his hand went right through her.

"Whoa," Sam murmured, frozen in place, "I,I can't believe it. You're really a live spirit." Edie nodded and Sam swallowed hard. He was disappointed but at the same time, he was excited. How many times had they gotten that clear of an outline of a ghost during their investigations? He hadn't noticed that K.C. had suddenly radioed them.

"Uh guys?" she slowly began, "Why do I see Edie on the camera? And what just happened back there Sam?" Sam nearly jumped out of his skin and he quickly picked up his walkie talkie to respond.

"K.C., you're not going to believe this, but," Sam began, "Edie was the girl who was shot in this courtyard years ago."