Chapter Three – The Psychic
Jim turned the corner and saw it right away. It was a quaint little green cottage on a tree-lined street in Lambert. He helped Suzy into the house. Inside it was a mess with boxes stacked everywhere.
Suzy explained, "Sorry about the mess, but I had to move out of grandpa's house. I rented this place, and had everything moved here. I haven't had time to even open a box. I put my clothes and bed in the bedroom. Other than that I haven't done a thing. Every box has some kind of memory, and I just can't face it right now."
Jim whispered, "Sorry," As he looked around the connected living-room and dining-room. One recliner chair and two end tables was the only furniture he saw. The rest was boxes stacked 5 or 6 feet high with a path down the middle. Suzy sat in the chair and let out a sigh of relief. Jim moved some boxes off one of the end tables and sat looking at Suzy.
Suzy spoke softly, "Through that gap over there is the bathroom, and the door at the end of the path is the kitchen. The bedroom is off the kitchen. I know it's kind of weird, but I was just looking for a place to put the stuff and sleep. This works for that until I find a home.
Jim responded, "It's way past noon and I'm kind of hungry. How about you? You want something?"
Suzy replied, "There's a pizza joint just a few blocks away. That's if pizza's ok with you?"
"Sounds good," Jim agreed.
Suzy got up from the chair as she announced, "Let's do it Jim"
After eating Suzy confessed, "I feel a little queasy to my stomach. I think I should go home and laydown."
Jim got a box for the leftover pizza, and took Suzy home. Then she took him to her bedroom and laid down in the middle of the bed. She patted her hand on the edge of the bed for Jim to sit. Now staring into her green eyes he was hepatized, as she began to speak. She told Jim all about her dream when she was knocked-out.
Jim snapped back to reality insisting, "I've never told anyone about that except Autum. How do you know that?
Suzy replied, "I don't know, but I think Autum is trying to warn me of an impending or possible danger. Then again she could be trying to just tell me something. I don't believe in Witches, magic powers, evil things and such. What I have learned is if you don't know what you're doing. Hire someone that dose. Like if you need electrical work done, and you don't know how to do that. Hire an Electrician so you don't burn your house down."
Jim was confused and questioned, "Just what are you saying?"
Suzy replied, "I want to hire a psychic or spiritual medium to fix this.
Jim let out a sigh and whispered, "I've tried that. They all said the same thing only the Witch that cast the spell can remove it."
Suzy insisted, "It came after me and I won't let it happen again. I'm not giving up my dream! I already know you're not a quitter, and you will do whatever it takes to make this dream come true. I can see us driving across the country in that truck. We both jumped on the train and were riding it to the end of the line. You got that?"
Suzy laid back and closed her eyes as Jim mumbled, "It takes money I don't have."
Suzy grabbed the collar of his shirt, and pulled him so his ear was next to her lips. Then she whispered, "I'm rich. I inherited millions. I'll buy everything just tell me what we need and I'll get it. Now wake me up in two hours."
She let go of Jim as he whispered, "OK"
Jim was in shock. He didn't know what to think. He wandered back out to the recliner chair and set the alarm on his phone then leaned back.
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