the girl (3)
I have chapter 4 half way done. I am just trying to clean it up and put some background in sliver. if everything go right I might get chapter 4 done quickly.anyone want to be my proofreader or editor. one more thing
“All mysteries get solve with time.”
I turn my head to the left to see that there was a lady in her late 30s, reading magazine .
Simple black hair. That cover her eyes. I
“What do you mean.”
“Time comes with more clues to tell a story.”
“What if the story is so unbelievable.”
Pulling her sunglasses down with her magazine, Leaving it open on the page. Her eyes were yellowish brown. Her eyes shine like a star at midnight.
“Sometimes a story has a meaning, no matter to situation.”
“What if it feels like a memory?”
“that’s the thing with our brains. They closed off painful corridors. So, memories aren’t so clear. They can change a memory or event, so it is less painful. Making it harder to understand.”
“It takes time to heal. It takes time for more clues. It takes time to solve.” I said finally getting the bigger picture.
“There you go.”
“Would the whole brain be protecting me or whatever it’s called. would it change people or the beings in the memory.”
“It- “
“Hey sliver.”
Our conversation was cut off with a voice. Losing focus of the nice lady. I saw tails coming without sonic.
“Hey. All done?”
“Yes. Noah would be back in a minute. He had to go bathroom. We better pack up so we can split.”
Putting my journal in my bag, with my pen. having the page marked so I can continue to get at least some understanding of it. I wanted to at least thank the lady. Looking back at where she was. No one was there. her magazine was flip open to the page she was reading
I walk over there. there was no cushion indent. When I put my hand on where she was. Ice cold. The ice cold I thought I would have felt on that ape last night. I look at the book she was reading. The only indicator that she was here. A random fmagazine that I read hundred and one times.
What may my spine chill was the page, she was on had an ad about Colgate toothpaste. Lady had her hand wrap like she was going to a boxing match. The wrap in her mouth trying to show how strong her teeth are. I mean they shine and there getting the tooth paste across. The model was her. Down to the very last detail.
What made my blood turn cold that across the page was acritical. “Women died in multiple car pileup.” farther down the article. it shows that same women by the way her name was Susie. playing with her dog with her dog and a caption that says.
At the ripe age of 38. Susie Cook was playing with her dog mere hours before her death. This was the last photo taken when she and her family playing in the back yard. I am petrified. Am I the new ghost whisper? was I talking to a dead person? No if she was a ghost. She wouldn’t be holding or moving this book, and she drop the magazines. The wind has not been strong enough to move an entire book.
Her eyes held yellow in them not like this magazine. This has another mystery weren’t over it.
“Sliver, are you okay?”
Looking at tails that eyed me up and down with worry. My big green bag was in his little arms. Quickly grabbing the bag, so he won’t hurt him self anymore.
“I thought I saw something.”
“Did you see a ghost?”
I can't lie to a kid but I cannot fully tell him the turth. “I don’t think that possible.”
“Hey kris, sliver we got to go?”
Thank you, Noah.
Kris chasing his bigger brother. I look back and grab the magazine this was defiantly going into the journal. This is too crazy to not too.
lets g chapter 4
lets go chapter 4
nah this is far enough
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