He thought about the things he had seen over the last eight weeks. He shuddered at how cruel and callous this man was. He thought about all of the many reasons that he could be using to excuse why he had killed these women. Patrick tried so desperately to put a face to the shadow he saw chasing the woman in his dream. But the harder he tried the more distant the dream became. He thought about the place he had been taken too in his dream and how he felt when he was there. He could feel the terror pulsing through his body.
The spirit of that woman was trying so desperately to make Patrick feel and understand how scared she had felt. He understood from that moment of realisation what exactly was happening. He knew then what he had to do! He had no face for this man. But he would do all he could to find it. Three innocent lives had come to a complete end and Patrick's thoughts were how many more before the callous, heartless excuse for a human could be stopped?
Patrick opened his eyes said, "The women who have been in my dreams and appearing in front of me almost every night..."
Jodie nodded, as if she was already expecting what he was about to say.
"They have been showing me exactly what happened to them. They want me to help find the person who murdered them."
Nine
Revelations of Dreams
Patrick stepped out of the shower, dried himself and went straight to the bedroom to put on his clothes. He picked up a t-shirt and jeans from the wardrobe and practically threw them on.
"Why are you in such a hurry Patrick? It's not as if your DNA is going to help. It's only going to narrow the search down by one person!" Jodie said.
"It's not about the DNA Jodie, it's about what I have to say. What I can do to help them." Patrick was sitting at the edge of the bed now putting on his socks and a pair of Nike trainers. He stood up and kissed Jodie on the cheek as he passed her on the way out of the bedroom door.
"You're going now?"
"No time like the present. I'll not be long."
"Wait! Why don't I come with you?" Jodie asked. She was thinking that this was not the best idea and the Police were just going to laugh in his face.
"Really? Why do you want to come?" Patrick knitted his eyebrows in curiosity.
"For support when the Police tell you that you are wasting their time!" Jodie tried to sound as empathetic as possible. "I understand why you are doing this Patrick because I know what your goal is. But do you honestly think that they are going to have time to sit and listen to someone that they are going to see as telling ghost stories?"
"You don't think they'll hear what I have to say?" Patrick sounded annoyed.
"I think that they will listen, but I also think that this could go two ways for you. They will either have no interest in your story or, they will and wonder why the hell you have so much information."
Patrick considered this for a moment. Jodie had stopped him in his tracks, like she had always managed to do. Whether she emerged from the bedroom wearing her finest dress or first thing in the morning with bed head, she always managed to make him stop, just for a second. She had always had such an influence over him no matter what the situation. He loved that about her, but he also despised it! He closed his eyes for just a second and when he opened them the murdered women were in his line of sight, stood behind Jodie at the window. This time looking as normal as he and Jodie were at that particular moment. Then they were gone again in the blink of an eye. It was as if they were reminding him of what he had been shown.
Patrick had remained calm throughout and seeing their faces helped him make his decision, "I'm doing this. If you are coming I'm leaving now!" Patrick went in to the kitchen to get his wallet and went to the front door.
Jodie was stood there waiting, "Just be careful of the way you word things ok? I just don't like the thought of you..."
Patrick put his index finger over her mouth and smiled.
The spirit of that woman was trying so desperately to make Patrick feel and understand how scared she had felt. He understood from that moment of realisation what exactly was happening. He knew then what he had to do! He had no face for this man. But he would do all he could to find it. Three innocent lives had come to a complete end and Patrick's thoughts were how many more before the callous, heartless excuse for a human could be stopped?
Patrick opened his eyes said, "The women who have been in my dreams and appearing in front of me almost every night..."
Jodie nodded, as if she was already expecting what he was about to say.
"They have been showing me exactly what happened to them. They want me to help find the person who murdered them."
Nine
Revelations of Dreams
Patrick stepped out of the shower, dried himself and went straight to the bedroom to put on his clothes. He picked up a t-shirt and jeans from the wardrobe and practically threw them on.
"Why are you in such a hurry Patrick? It's not as if your DNA is going to help. It's only going to narrow the search down by one person!" Jodie said.
"It's not about the DNA Jodie, it's about what I have to say. What I can do to help them." Patrick was sitting at the edge of the bed now putting on his socks and a pair of Nike trainers. He stood up and kissed Jodie on the cheek as he passed her on the way out of the bedroom door.
"You're going now?"
"No time like the present. I'll not be long."
"Wait! Why don't I come with you?" Jodie asked. She was thinking that this was not the best idea and the Police were just going to laugh in his face.
"Really? Why do you want to come?" Patrick knitted his eyebrows in curiosity.
"For support when the Police tell you that you are wasting their time!" Jodie tried to sound as empathetic as possible. "I understand why you are doing this Patrick because I know what your goal is. But do you honestly think that they are going to have time to sit and listen to someone that they are going to see as telling ghost stories?"
"You don't think they'll hear what I have to say?" Patrick sounded annoyed.
"I think that they will listen, but I also think that this could go two ways for you. They will either have no interest in your story or, they will and wonder why the hell you have so much information."
Patrick considered this for a moment. Jodie had stopped him in his tracks, like she had always managed to do. Whether she emerged from the bedroom wearing her finest dress or first thing in the morning with bed head, she always managed to make him stop, just for a second. She had always had such an influence over him no matter what the situation. He loved that about her, but he also despised it! He closed his eyes for just a second and when he opened them the murdered women were in his line of sight, stood behind Jodie at the window. This time looking as normal as he and Jodie were at that particular moment. Then they were gone again in the blink of an eye. It was as if they were reminding him of what he had been shown.
Patrick had remained calm throughout and seeing their faces helped him make his decision, "I'm doing this. If you are coming I'm leaving now!" Patrick went in to the kitchen to get his wallet and went to the front door.
Jodie was stood there waiting, "Just be careful of the way you word things ok? I just don't like the thought of you..."
Patrick put his index finger over her mouth and smiled.
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