Invisible

~ Chapter 8 ~

Chapter 8

TREVOR

This is a good place to start. Usually, the spirits that I deal with have some sort of dispute with their families that they weren’t able to resolve before they died, therefore causing them to have unfinished business on earth. I doubt that Lea’s case was any different.

She was hesitant at first, but with a lot of pestering, I convinced her that this was the best way to figure out how she can move on. She seemed very eager to move on to the light, like most other spirits, but she seemed a little too eager. She sort of seemed… afraid. I don’t even know how she died, that’s what makes this whole situation even more puzzling.

“I don’t think that this is the best idea...” Lea mumbled for the tenth time since we arrived at our destination. Her parents ended up moving a couple towns west from Springsville and by the looks of their new house, Lea had come from a very fortunate family. The house was two stories and it had a grand front porch. It was old-fashioned, looking to be over 20 years old. The white paint was worn but not chipped, giving the house an antique look and the lawn was well cared for and not a speck of dust was present on the outside porch. It was the perfect picture of the perfect life. You would have never known that the couple living inside this house was grieving over the loss of their only daughter.

“Well I do,” I replied. “Your parents have the right to know. They have no idea what happened to you and not knowing where you are leaves them thinking the worst... they need to know that you’re not suffering.”

With that being said, I started to walk towards the front door. I’ve never felt nervous approaching the families of the dead, but for some strange reason, I felt a nervous pit form in my stomach that was very unsettling. I stepped on the porch, feeling the wooden boards cave under my weight. As I was reaching the last step, I could hear Lea’s heavy breathing inching towards me.

“Stop!” She ordered, making me freeze in my tracks.

“Lea... this has to be done. Do you want your loved ones to be happy and move on?”

This, right here, is an example of why I wish I could actually see ghosts with my own eyes. Seeing their facial expressions would make the situation seem more real, like it’s not just various voices speaking to me in my head. People call me a lunatic or deranged and sometimes, I actually believe them. I can never prove myself, making my job of helping people a whole lot more difficult.

“They have just started to get over me, Trevor... I don’t want to complicate their lives anymore. I did plenty of that when I was alive, I don’t want to do it when I’m dead,” she retorted. I shook my head, continuing my journey up the porch steps. She will thank me later, when her parents are happy that they finally received the truth, therefore making them able to move on with their lives. I’ve seen it many times before and this case is no different.

I nervously cleared my throat before I lightly tapped on the door with my knuckles. At that moment, it was as if time stopped around me and all I could hear was Lea’s heavy, but soothing breathing. Good, she was nervous too. I instantly felt glad that I wasn’t facing this alone and that I had her by my side.

What am I thinking? This is like every other case you deal with, Trevor. Don’t treat this one any different than the others.

But she is different, the voice in the back of my mind whispers to me, like I was missing something obvious.

But how?, I questioned back.

You’ll just have to ask…

A sound of a throat clearing brought me out of my inner battle and back to reality. Oh no, How long was I just standing there on this stranger’s doorstep? This is definitely not helping the lunatic rumors… I sheepishly looked up, feeling my cheeks get warm with embarrassment. The man looking down on me (more like I was looking down on him because he seemed to be about 4 inches shorter than me) was a very serious, business type man. His brown hair, with a handful of grey strands, was balding and his square glasses were resting lower on the bridge of his nose, making him seem more intimidating. This man must be Lea’s father.