my hands, licking them and whining. I desperately wanted to know what had happened to the mother and the boy. I didn’t know if I dreamed something that already happened. Or if I had made it up in my head. Or even if it was a premonition.
It was getting to me, the ghosts were. It was only a matter of time before I ended up in a mental hospital. But I knew I couldn’t let that happen because I had to take care of Trenton.
When I finally got the courage to get up I made my way to the bathroom to splash some water on my face. I thought it might help me snap out of the fear of the dream. I turned the faucet to cold and I splashed the water on my face. The cold water did feel good on my skin, I was starting to come out of it a little when I looked into the mirror. That’s when I saw the face of the woman from my dream in the mirror. She was just staring at me dead-on with a sad expression on her face. I tried to scream but nothing came out.
“Help us find the truth,” she whispered to me.
I ran out of the bathroom and slammed the door. For someone who didn’t believe in ghosts or spirits, I sure was shaken.
Would this haunting ever stop?
I slept with our little dog on my chest. We were both shaking.
* * *
Hung-over the next morning, I decided to look on the internet to see if I could find any records of deaths in the house. I entered in the search engine “213 Bruce Street, Beaufort, NV” but nothing came up. I decided to type in, “murders at 213 Bruce St in Beaufort, NV” but still, there was nothing. I messed around with a few different keyword searches and could not find any information about this address. I remembered that the local library kept old newspaper articles in the electronic archive. I threw my shoes on and reached for my purse.
Then, remembering I had left my car at the bar, I stopped. I looked at the clock and it was 9:45 a.m. She and the kids should be up. Then recalling the night before and how drunk she had been, I decided against it.
I thought of the woman I had seen in the mirror last night and the terrible dream I’d had. I realized that I needed to find out what had happened in my new home before I had moved in. I dialed Elizabeth’s home phone and her mother answered. “Hi, it’s Jodie. Is Elizabeth awake?”
“Are you kidding?” answered her mom. “She spent half the night on her knees in the bathroom, hanging over the toilet and moaning.”
“Darn it. Poor Liz. Listen, I need a favor. Please?”
“Yes. What do you need?”
“I left my car at the bar and grill. I was wondering if you could swing by here and pick me up? And then I will take Trenton home.”
“Yeah, that’s not a problem. The kids are driving me nuts anyway. They ate a bunch of sugary cereal and they are going bonkers, so yes, I will come and get you.”
“Great, thank you. Do you know where the cottage is?”
“Nope.”
I gave her the address.
“I’ll put it in my cell phone navigation. I’ll be there in about ten minutes.”
I hung up the phone and grabbed my purse. I didn’t have my keys with me so I couldn’t lock the front door. I decided to wait for Elizabeth’s mom in the driveway. I felt like I needed to get out of that house.
I sat at the end of the curb, still in shock from the night before. My drunken nightmare haunted my thoughts. I couldn’t get the image of the woman and the boy out of my mind. It all seemed so real that I felt as if I knew the two of them. Which couldn’t possibly be true.
I stared into space toward the road, willing Elizabeth’s mom to show up quickly. It felt like someone was watching me. I fiddled around in my purse and found a pack of chewing gum that I had taken away from a student. I popped a stick in my mouth and started to wake up a little more.
My mind switched from the woman and her son to the encounter in the bathroom. I knew what I had seen was real. I had been drinking last night, but after I fell asleep, I woke up completely sober.
It was getting to me, the ghosts were. It was only a matter of time before I ended up in a mental hospital. But I knew I couldn’t let that happen because I had to take care of Trenton.
When I finally got the courage to get up I made my way to the bathroom to splash some water on my face. I thought it might help me snap out of the fear of the dream. I turned the faucet to cold and I splashed the water on my face. The cold water did feel good on my skin, I was starting to come out of it a little when I looked into the mirror. That’s when I saw the face of the woman from my dream in the mirror. She was just staring at me dead-on with a sad expression on her face. I tried to scream but nothing came out.
“Help us find the truth,” she whispered to me.
I ran out of the bathroom and slammed the door. For someone who didn’t believe in ghosts or spirits, I sure was shaken.
Would this haunting ever stop?
I slept with our little dog on my chest. We were both shaking.
* * *
Hung-over the next morning, I decided to look on the internet to see if I could find any records of deaths in the house. I entered in the search engine “213 Bruce Street, Beaufort, NV” but nothing came up. I decided to type in, “murders at 213 Bruce St in Beaufort, NV” but still, there was nothing. I messed around with a few different keyword searches and could not find any information about this address. I remembered that the local library kept old newspaper articles in the electronic archive. I threw my shoes on and reached for my purse.
Then, remembering I had left my car at the bar, I stopped. I looked at the clock and it was 9:45 a.m. She and the kids should be up. Then recalling the night before and how drunk she had been, I decided against it.
I thought of the woman I had seen in the mirror last night and the terrible dream I’d had. I realized that I needed to find out what had happened in my new home before I had moved in. I dialed Elizabeth’s home phone and her mother answered. “Hi, it’s Jodie. Is Elizabeth awake?”
“Are you kidding?” answered her mom. “She spent half the night on her knees in the bathroom, hanging over the toilet and moaning.”
“Darn it. Poor Liz. Listen, I need a favor. Please?”
“Yes. What do you need?”
“I left my car at the bar and grill. I was wondering if you could swing by here and pick me up? And then I will take Trenton home.”
“Yeah, that’s not a problem. The kids are driving me nuts anyway. They ate a bunch of sugary cereal and they are going bonkers, so yes, I will come and get you.”
“Great, thank you. Do you know where the cottage is?”
“Nope.”
I gave her the address.
“I’ll put it in my cell phone navigation. I’ll be there in about ten minutes.”
I hung up the phone and grabbed my purse. I didn’t have my keys with me so I couldn’t lock the front door. I decided to wait for Elizabeth’s mom in the driveway. I felt like I needed to get out of that house.
I sat at the end of the curb, still in shock from the night before. My drunken nightmare haunted my thoughts. I couldn’t get the image of the woman and the boy out of my mind. It all seemed so real that I felt as if I knew the two of them. Which couldn’t possibly be true.
I stared into space toward the road, willing Elizabeth’s mom to show up quickly. It felt like someone was watching me. I fiddled around in my purse and found a pack of chewing gum that I had taken away from a student. I popped a stick in my mouth and started to wake up a little more.
My mind switched from the woman and her son to the encounter in the bathroom. I knew what I had seen was real. I had been drinking last night, but after I fell asleep, I woke up completely sober.
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