Okay people, here’s new chapter, I know you all were a bit disappointed about last chapter, very short and not a lot happening. I hope this chapter will make it okay.

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Rick Payne entered Melinda’s room holding two huge cups of coffee.

“Hi,” he said “How’s sh..” his eyes fall on Melinda’s shaking hand.

“What’s wrong with her hand?” he asked shocked while almost dropping the coffee.

Jim sighed, “I have no idea, the doctors are trying to find it out, but they’re clueless.”

He looked at Rick’s worried face.

“But she’s still stable, so that’s a good sign” He quickly continued while he gently stroked Melinda’s pale, not moving hand with his thumb.

Rick sighed and handed over a cup of coffee. Jim thankfully received it.

While he sat down Rick took a look at Jim. His clothes were all wrinkled and dark circles surrounded his eyes. A few-day-old beard was forming on his face and the usual lights in his eyes had disappeared, instead his eyes stood sad and tired.

“Jim, when was the last time you went home?” He asked worried.

“Three.. no, four days ago.” He sadly answered. “It’s been four days, Rick, she’s hasn’t woke up in four days.”

Rick sadly nodded “Jim, you should go home,” he said after a few minutes of silence and another worried look at his friend. “Eat some real food, take a shower and get some rest. I know you’re worried about Melinda, I’m too, but ignoring your own health really doesn’t help her.”

Jim sighed, Rick was right, but he just couldn’t leave her.

“But what if Mel…”

“I’ll sit with her for a while.”

Jim hesitantly looked at Melinda’s sleeping form, her face looked peaceful now. He watched her chest move with her slow but steady breathing.

“But what if anything changes?” He worriedly asked

“Then I’ll call you immediately, I promise.” Rick reassured him.

Jim sighed again “Okay.” he finally said.

Rick gave him a smile.

Jim walked over to Melinda and looked at her. She was extremely pale, hooked on IV, two monitors and a breathing tube, she hadn’t woke up since the surgery, she had a fever, she lay in a huge white hospital bed and still hadn’t shown any sigh that she would soon wake up, and still she was so beautiful.

He brushed a strand of hair out of her face and gently gave a little kiss on her damp forehead.

“I’ll be back later sweetie, just hang on for me, okay?”

He gave her a little squeeze in her not moving hand and then walked out of the room.

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Rick now sat on the place where Jim had been sitting.

He worriedly watched Melinda’s shaking hand. He kept wondering what was happening to her. Was it indeed a ghost who was doing this to her. That would explain why the doctors couldn’t find out what’s causing everything. But if it was, then the only one who could solve this was Melinda herself, and she just wouldn’t wake up.

But on the other hand, he thought, if it is something medical he couldn’t help her at all, he didn’t know anything about that. But he does do know a lot about ghosts, he realized, if it’s really a ghost, he might be able to help her.

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Melinda’s dream

This time Melinda wasn’t in the dark basement, on the contrary, it wasn’t dark at all. She was on a field, she lay on her back on the bright green grass, the soft wind played with her hair and the sun warmed her face. She breathed in the fresh air and the smell of blooming flowers. She felt so relaxed.

“Is this heaven?” She thought out loud.

“No it’s not.” she heard a girl’s voice behind her.

Melinda sat up and looked around.

There was the girl again, she wore the white dress again and, her long blonde hair in a braid.

“What’s your name?” Melinda asked.

“Melody.”

Melinda smiled at her. “I’m Melinda.”

Melody smiled back. The sun made her hair look like gold.

“Where are we?” Melinda asked.

“I don’t know, but I don’t think this is heaven. I know I’m not dead and neither are you, and under these circumstances we wouldn’t just have crossed over.”

“Circumstances? What’s going on?”she asked “What’s the last sunset?”

Melody’s smile vanished.

“It’s a long story. It’s gonna change our lives forever. Not just yours and mine but everybody’s.”

Melinda noticed that the little lights Melody’s eyes had disappeared. The only thing she saw in the girl’s eyes was worry, fear and sadness.

“’the last sunset’ is a group of people which is growing very fast, it’s a kind of religion, but they don’t worship God. They want Satan to take over the power of God. they want to take over the world in name of Satan. Everybody who doesn’t agree with them gets killed. It’s either join them or die. They already have been hundreds killing people from all over the world. They have horrible rituals in which they abuse and kill animals and children.”

“Oh my God.” Melinda said, she’d read about this kind of stuff and saw movies about it, but she always thought that it was pure fiction, that all stories about these satanic groups were extremely exaggerated.

“How do you know all that?” Melinda asked

“I’ve seen these children, I’ve helped them cross over.” Melody paused for a second “You see them, too, don’t you? The dead. You help them cross over too.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement.

Melinda nodded, surprised that there was someone else on the world who could do the same.

“So, what can we do?” she asked

“I tried to help them, the children, they told me were the rituals took place. There are places like this all over the world, in basements and attics of old buildings, in warehouses, everywhere, but extremely well hidden The problem is that a lot of those people can do the same as us, they see the dead. They help them to cross over too, but not to heaven. The ghosts are powerless, they can’t do anything against the Last Sunset. There’s just a few people who were able to escape, like the children I helped”

Melinda laid down on her back again watching the clouds quickly go by and let Melody’s words sink in. Melody laid down next to her.

“There are people in the Last Sunset who sacrifice themselves in name of Satan,” Melody continued,“they become ghosts, to kill people without getting caught by the authorities. The living mostly can’t see the difference between those murders and deaths by natural cause. That’s what’s their trying to do to us”

“To us?” Melinda asked, not sure of what Melody meant

“ Four days ago I suddenly started getting sick,” The girl answered “Ever since then I felt the presence of a ghost, but I can’t see it and I can’t do anything about it till I wake up.”

Melinda sighed, everything started to become clear to her, now. This girl was going through the same thing as she was.“The same thing happened to me.” Melinda after a few seconds

“I know.” Melody answered “They want us to stop what we’re doing. The doctors won’t be able to explain what’s happening to us, right now we’re totally under control of the Last Sunset.”

“Not totally,” Melinda said “we still have these dreams, or whatever they are and we still have each other. And we still have an own will, we can still think of our own. They can’t take that from us, whatever they’re doing to our bodies.”

“That’s true, but what difference will it make? We’re powerless.”

“What about the people we love? they can help us, right? I mean, they can’t do the same thing as we can, but they have something those people from the Last Sunset don’t have, love... My grandma always said that nothing in world, not even death, can overcome the power of love.”

“You’re right.”Melody said with a little smile on her mouth “we don’t stand alone, we can beat this all together.”

Melinda sighed “If only there was a way to communicate with them.”

Melody sat up.

“There is.” She said with a smile

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Well, that’s it for today, I know, a lot of dialogue, next chapter will be more description, I promise. I know, no explaining of the shaking, that will come next chapter