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This is after the Series Finale
Eli was woken up early to a phone ringing. At first he thought he was dreaming, but he woke to hear his phone ringing. He looked at the clock. 3:30am. He grabbed his phone.
"This better be important." He said groggily. "Hello?"
"Who is this?" Eli asked confused.
"Emily…is my uncle Jim there?"
"No…is something wrong?"
"I had a dream…from the ghost point of few."
"How do you know?"
"There's the fact that I was alone, called 911 because I had this weird feeling of being watched or the fact that while I was one the phone, the kitchen exploded." Emily told him. "Your choice." There was silence on Eli's end. "Eli?" Emily said, hoping for an answer. "Hello?" When Eli didn't answer, Emily hung up the phone. Emily was about to try calling Jim again when her phone rang. Jim's number popped up. She answered quickly. "Jim?"
"I don't have long, is everything alright?" Jim asked.
"I had a d ream…about how Mary May felt and died."
"Are you ok?"
"I don't know if I can sleep." Emily said slowly. "Got this weird feeling that I'm being watched."
"Ok, well…I'm not going to be done with work until six. I'll come get you and we'll get some coffee and you can explain it to me then. Sound good?"
"Uncle Jim, you need sleep." Emily stated.
"I've got to meet with the electrician at 7. I'll come pick you up after 6."
"Ok." Emily sighed.
"Try to relax, alright?"
"I will try."
"See you in a few hours." Jim and Emily hung up their phones. Emily decided to put on a pair of sweats and a comfy shirt. There was no need to get dressed for school, so she was planning on being in relaxing, comfy, clothes. Emily grabbed her iPod and her reading book. She quietly left the guest bedroom and headed into the living room. She turned on the light next to the couch and sat down. Emily put her iPod in and found a Rascal Flatts song called Come Wake Me Up. She doesn't listen to too much country. Well…that was sort of a lie. She listened to Lady Antebellum, Rascal Flatts, Carrie Underwood, Blake Shelton, some Jason Aldean, some Luke Bryan and some random songs. Mostly though, it was Big Time Rush, Paramore, Evanescence, Kelly Clarkson, Selena Gomez, Jordin Sparks, Daughtry, more of the rock/pop music genres.
Emily opened the current book she was reading. Emily was one of those, read and listen to music type of people. Emily was hoping to not wake Delia or Ned. Six o'clock was still about two hours away. However, that didn't happen. As Emily started to read, she was interrupted, more like startled, by Delia. Emily quickly took out her headphones. "Delia…you scared me." Delia sat down.
"I'm sorry." Delia said quietly. "I heard you get up. Are you alright?"
"Can't sleep…" Emily told her.
"I had a dream about Mary May's death and after I woke up, I had this strange feeling I was being watched." Emily explained. "Jim's coming to pick me up when he's done with work."
"That's still a few hours away, Emily." Delia pointed out. "Are you sure you'll be ok?" Emily nodded.
"I'll be fine Delia. I promise." Emily told her. "Besides, every time I close my eyes, I can still see the dream. It's not fun." Delia stood up.
"I'll be in bed if you need me." Delia said. "Don't be afraid to stop by anytime either." Delia said, handing Emily a spare key. "Lock the door on your way out." Delia headed back to bed. Emily put her headphones back in and continued reading.
When 6 o'clock came, Emily stopped reading and went upstairs to grabbed her shoulder bag. She shut all the lights off and waited outside until Jim showed up. Emily made sure the door was locked before getting into Jim's truck. Jim drove to the coffee shop next to Melinda's shop. Jim ordered a coffee while Emily ordered a Vanilla cappuccino with a shot of caramel. Once they got their drinks, they headed to the house. It was close to 7 and the electric company was sending someone to look at the damages. This was also going to tell Jim how much it will cost to fix the damages. Jim parked in the driveway and he and Emily climbed out of the truck and sat on the steps, drinking their coffee drinks.
"How are you doing?" Jim asked. "Still get the feeling you're being watched?"
"Not really." Emily stated simply. "It was weird. When I was dreaming, everything that happened to Mary May seemed to happen so fast. First, I was just talking on the phone, having a great time gossiping about something, then I get a weird feeling I'm being watched. I look outside and saw someone run past. I called 911 and then the kitchen exploded." Emily sighed. "That's when I woke up and had the weird feeling I was being watched."
"So you think the ghost is really Mary May?" Jim asked, taking a drink from his coffee. Emily nodded.
"Why else would I have the same feeling and the same disasters as Mary May?" Emily asked. "And I know it's not the five other arson fires that this guy made. Only two people died. Mary May and a 87 year old male."
"You're connecting the phone call." Emily nodded, even though Jim didn't ask the question. "What are you going to do?"
"Cross Mary May over…and hopefully figure out the message the ghost keeps giving to me."
"Everything will work out in the end."
"Yeah, I know…" Emily stated slowly. "I'm just hoping sooner rather than later." Emily took a drink from her cappuccino. "I'm hoping I can figure out the relationship between each arson victim, but they haven't released much information out about the arsonist."
"I heard they released information about him. What do you know?"
"Pretty much what Andy told me." Emily stated. "35 year old male who was drunk every time he started the fire." Emily told him. "The police don't have much to release."
"Something must be missing." Jim said just as someone from the electric company pulled up into the driveway. "We'll continue this conversation later." Jim stood up and led the electrician inside.
This story is after New Comer and Revealings Over My Head
Oh, quick side note, school started last Monday for me, August 27th. And I have like 4 ed courses with 40 hours of in class placement. Right now I'm in two choirs, a science class, have meetings every Tuesdays and i'm helping out on a Blackbox Play. I'll find out whats going on with my job Friday. I'm letting you know this because I am going to be busy, but i'm still writing.