cp 1 Someone Brings Bad News
From R.M. Kelly's E-Book The House's Secret Coming Summer 2012
The morning was wet and grey. Lucy loved rainy mornings but this morning she had woken with a knot deep in her belly; something or someone was coming and they did not bring good news. She had dressed slowly, hoping if she was slow enough the impending sense of doom would reverse itself. But the rain continued to beat against the tall glass windowpanes and the knot in Lucy’s stomach went nowhere but towards her throat.
Later in the morning, after drinking enough coffee to drown a small elephant and staring blandly at a plate of eggs Lucy had given up trying to feel better and decided to just wallow in her ill feelings for a few hours. Lucy curled up on the purple carpet in the living room and tried to meditate. She curled her legs together and put her arms out, palms up. Deep breath. Lucy focused on her breathing, the sound of her hoarse breath filling her lungs with the cool air. Slowly she began to sense the bright light that covered her during meditation. The light spread from her stomach out down her arms and pulsated out her fingertips. Lucy twitched her fingers impulsively and told herself to steady her heart. Her breath slowed and the light spread out over the rest of her body. Lucy strained to hear a faint voice. She could not quite distinguish the words but the tone was haunting. It belonged to a young child or maybe a woman. Lucy felt the voice calling her to come into their world. That thin veil between our side and the other; not quite here and not yet crossed over. The voice was enthralling, begging Lucy to cross and help. Lucy had learned the hard way that despite her abnormally gifted abilities to speak and see the dead even she could never cross over while still alive. To try and do what the voice asked would kill Lucy and the thought that the voice was requesting this of her made Lucy’s spine tingle. Lucy turned her focus back on her heartbeat and took a deep gulp of bright light into her lungs. She calmed her nervous mind and pushed the voice back, into the void. The voice fell back and became only a hum in her ears. Lucy’s heart slowed to a slow thud. She listened, peering into the dark void and tried to hear another voice. But other than the hushed, muffled sounds of a million shouting voices too faint to hear Lucy could not make contact with anything well meaning.
Lucy opened her eyes and blinked a few times to get her eyes used to the light. Even in the grey light of the morning it felt bright in the room compared to the feeling of darkness and cold that the voice had pushed all over Lucy. The rain had stopped for now and the big green throw blanket getting ready to slip off the edge of the sofa looked immensely inviting. Lucy sighed; if she fell back asleep now she was worried about encountering that voice in her sleep. Because she was so weakened during sleep and the in between place of waking and dreaming Lucy had developed a very long-standing fear of sleeping too deeply. The throw blanket would have to wait so Lucy pushed herself up and stood looking down at where she had been sitting. Her living room had always been a good place to touch the veil. Why it was that a few places had thinner membranes between worlds Lucy had never understood fully. But a few places around Weymouth offered a better vantage point to commune with the dead. The Webb Memorial State Park in Weymouth had such a thin wall keeping the two sides apart that Lucy could see sprits on the other side. Often they were unaware of her and so she could watch the misty figures move about like a beautiful half seen old film. Their transparent forms busy with tasks the living knew nothing of.
Lucy walked back to the kitchen, she was thirsty and her head hurt so she grabbed a bottle of water and slid into one of the pale blonde wooden kitchen chairs. She would be quite happy to just sit and sense nothing all day long. The water tasted bitter and Lucy looked down at it to see if she’d grabbed the wrong bottle. It was water but it tasted like something had been mixed in with it and Lucy licked her lips trying to get the flavor to fade. She sat at her big wooden table and stared out the window to the backyard and her dog, Bits, barking at some invisible force. Most dog owners would shrug off the notion that Bits was actually seeing anything. But Lucy was a physic medium and that along with her innate over curiosity made her get up, put on her purple rubbers and head outside to see what Bits was yelling at.
Miss Bits was a big little dog; she only weighed 14 pounds but her personality could trump that of most adult men. She was hunched down by the hydrangea bush growling in a way that warned everybody to stay back or risk losing a foot. Lucy touched Bits and rubbed her little ears, “Hush, Bits. It’s all fine. What did you find?”
Lucy could feel someone there. A soft, cold presence wrapped around so much sorrow Lucy began to cry. Bits licked her arm and immediately demanded to be in her mom’s sad arms. Lucy picked Bits up and closed her eyes.
“What’s your name?”
Silence. Then a feeling as though someone had just turned toward her.
“What’s your name? It’s okay, Bits was just asking me to come on out here to talk with you.”
A tiny sad voice murmured in Lucy’s head.
“Well, Kim it’s nice to meet you but I’m worried about you. You seem so sad, what happened?”
I don’t know.
Lucy could feel Kim pulling back, trying to hide like she could from most humans.
“Did something bad happen?”
Lucy felt a tingle, an unfortunately familiar tingle. Years ago she’d worked with her first suicide case and whenever she got near the ghost she had felt a tingle of sorrow and pain.
“It’s okay. Why did you do it?”
I didn’t mean to, not really. I just wanted Kev to come back. But he never did. I was so lonely.
Lucy knew about loneliness, she had been alone for a long time and even though she could talk for hours to the dead, talking to the living was a skill she had yet to master.
“If I told you a way to see Kev again would you do it?”
Yeah. But, it wouldn’t hurt would it?
“No. It feels nice, like the most love you’ve ever felt all wrapped around you.”
What do I do?
“Close your eyes. Do you feel it?”
Yeah, it’s tugging me. It wants me to come with it.
“It’s okay to go with it Kim. You’ll feel much better if you do.”
But Kim was already gone. The tingle was gone along with her spirit and slowly the sorrow lifted. Today was not going to be an easy day, Lucy just knew it.