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| diaries of a dead man 4 |
day, what ever ,I have no idea this time slip effect is driving me nuts.
Tried to get undressed. Got naked no problem but some bodily functions are a 'no go' enough said. Had to put the same clothes on though. It is a weird thing this being dead. I have seen no other ghosts. Odd.
I watched the Sampson house all night.Julia never returned. Not sure where she as gone but I am very worried. her mind must be ready to snap. I also returned to the ass holes house . Not there either but he had run screaming into the street and been arrested babbling about ghosts and the bitch and no trousers. Its a start. I have up dated Mrs Sampson as gently as I could. She Is unhappy that I let her flee unaided. I feel retched but what could I do, I had to stop that beast and I can't talk to people. I promised to find her.
Well where to next this started out an easy case now it has gone to pot. this random set of abilities doesn't help. Go for a walk around town clear the mind if I have one ! It is mind boggling, all the questions and no answers. I walk into a cafe the smell of coffee is cruel, I can't have any.
I ran through the list of places her mother had said she liked. Library ? museum? unlikely. I walk around a little longer. Even if I find her what do I do? Just then I do find her sitting at the cemetery.
Odd place to sit. i perch next to her. she is in a bad way. not eaten in days at a guess,dirty.
all I can do is sit and look. with my heart (if I have one) sinking to my feet. If I could get her to my flat but how? I put my hand out to brush a tear off her cheek.reflex action. She flinches gets up and walks off. I feel peculiar. sort of drained. I don't understand it.
I have lost her again! I walk home,dejected. I walk into my flat though the door which is open. their is Julia sitting on my sofa. I go to the computer and start talking.
Get a shower
get a meal
clothes in the wardrobe
just be comfortable Julia
"print" the printer starts. I hope the noise attracts her . It does. she reads the note and wanders off to the shower. The poor woman is in total shut down. she really needs help. I hear the shower start, So I email her mother.
Dear Mrs Sampson
your daughter is safe and at my flat it is unfortunate but she is in
need of help. You will need to make arrangements for her.
I am truly sorry for her condition. My address is at the bottom of the page
regards Brown
within seconds a reply.
Dear Mr brown
Thank you for your assistance. I have contacted my families Dr
he is coming to see her and assess the best placement for her.
please take care of her until he arrives.
with much appreciation ,
Lydia Sampson.
I consider writing another note for Julia but decide it best not to. this being dead lark is no picnic. It really is difficult to deal with things. I still have no idea what is going on and now the distraction is near ended I am thinking about all the quirks again and that is a head spin. I open my eyes voices in the lounge. A man smart fifty-ish is talking to Julia. She is just nodding. he gives her a pill. She takes it without question. I stick my head in his bag. He has the paper work for the Psychiatric unit at the university hospital. Best in the state I believe I read some where. Julia flakes on the lounge and to men bring a stretcher in and gently pick her up. I am supprised her mother is not here ,maybe waiting in the ambulance or at the hospital.
They all leave I have peace. I go back to my computer. Start looking at my other case. that feeling of being watched again. I can feel eyes in the back of my head. I turn ,instinct more than any thing and there in the door way is a woman looking right at me. I know she can't see me so what is she looking at?
"Mr Brown I presume ?"
The shock is like electric. She can see me, surely not?
"yes I am Brown, can you see me?" lame I know
"Of course I can , I wondered why a donation instead of a fee, now I understand. I came to show my gratitude"
"but I am dead, how can you see me?" I blurted out like a child caught with the cookie jar trying to deny involvement with the cookie theft.
"I now know you are dead, I didn't till just now though, didn't occur to me that you where a ghost too."
I looked at her again and she did look different to other people, well I haven't seen a ghost before. she was sort of translucent, not quite solid. I hold out my hand and look at it and realised I looked the same.
"you can call me Lydia, her manner had softened. Sorry about this get up this is what the funeral director dressed me in and for the life of me I can't find away to change!" I laugh "for the life of me" apt choice of words. She laughs along.
"what are your plans now you have saved my daughter?"
"I have no idea ,no idea what i am doing here ,why I haven't passed on for want of a better term, what I have to do to pass on. Just no idea."
"well I have an Idea, I have been dead since two weeks after my daughter was taken heart attack you know. my house is being sold. I could haunt it but there is nothing I can interact with except my computer."
I interrupt her ramble "that's it ,that's what was wrong at your house! no one was actually living in it. gees I should have picked that"
she carries on like I never spoke. "so I need a job and you need an assistant I could stay here perhaps. I look at her pleading face. knowing I am being played but what's the worst that could happen she isn't going to murder me in my bed now is she?
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