The Ghost of Sander Jones

Chapter 9: Dreaming

I knew I was dreaming but I was still curious about the chubby checked baby girl with the same eyes and hair as me. It took me a moment to realize it was me as a two-month-old. I looked focused on something, staring very intently. Another Image flew by and I looked like I was about one year old and just learning how to walk. No one was around though, but from the looks of it, it looked like I had coaching. More Imaged passed each one going up a year.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

More passed, each time the images getting more and more familiar. As they passed, they got slower and slower, lingering on each one.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

Ten.

Ten years old. I was dancing to music in my room headphones in. I still remembered the song. The Images flew by all the way to the present.

Eleven.

Twelve.

Thirteen.

Fourteen.

Fifteen.

Present times. I was sleeping, in the manor. I must be in Sander's memory. His thoughts. The Images flipped back to the previous day where he was first showing the manor to me. The memories faded out everything going black.

It was morning abs light was showing on my face though my closed eyelids. I rolled over trying to escape the light. "What time is it?" I moaned throwing a pillow over my head. I knew Sander was in here, he couldn't go anywhere else.

"Time for you to get up." A female voice sounded. My mothers. My eyes shot open, and I sat up. She was headed over to the windows, opening them. "Your breakfast is already up here." She pulled the curtains back and walked to the door. "It's a quarter until ten." She shut the door behind her. I got out of the bed and stretched. Where did Sander go? I walked to the closet when I heard soft clapping behind me. I turned around. Sander was a few inches away from me. He put his hands at his side.

"Good morning Elizabeth. Did you have good nights sleep?" He sounded curious. I wonder if he knew I saw what he was thinking about. "I did... Hey I think I was I was in your memory last night." I went to the shelf in the closet pulling out my bag looking for my brush and toothbrush. I pulled the items out and walked to the bathroom.

"Really? Well I can't really control what you see and what you can't see when you're dreaming. When you sleep your mind becomes inactive so you have no control over whatever's happening." He shrugged. I nodded brushing my hair letting it fall behind me when I was done. I grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste brushing my teeth. "You could really stand for a hair cut, or at least get the ends trimmed up so they all match up." Sander said when I was done.

"I like my hair the way it is now." I protested. He shrugged letting it go. "So why where you thinking about me last night? It's a little, um, weird." I had put the bag back onto the shelf and was now looking for clothes to wear. "I was just thinking of how much you had grown in the past years." He sounded like he was hiding something but I didn't want to press the subject. "I'll give you some privacy." Sander left the closet and I shut the door behind him flipping on the lights. I decided to wear my pants and my favorite shirt. I slipped them on and then grabby my sneakers. I pulled them on turned off the light and opened the door. Sander was looking out the window, looking down. I walked over to him. "You should call Mark Shantler."

"I should." I went to the one bag I had not put away and pulled out my cell phone. I walked back to Sander and punched in Mark's number. He answered on the second ring. "Hello?" He asked warily. "Hey Mark its Elizabeth." His tone changed, his voiced perked up. Hey Elizabeth, Nice of you to call."

"Thank you. Uh I had some questions can you come over?" My voice was shaky. I backed up until I was seated on the bed. "Sure I can! What time?" I thought about it for a second. "My parents are going to be leaving soon to go do some more shopping so maybe around noon?" My knees were shaking. I felt really nervous "Sounds good." He said. "I'll call you later if noon is a bad time."

"Alright." He hung up. I pressed the end button and put the phone in my lap. "Why are you shaking so much?" Sander asked without curiosity. I was sure he already knew. "I'm nervous; I don't what anyone to think I'm a nutcase." He considered that for a moment. "Elizabeth, he isn't going to think you're a nut case." I rolled my eyes. Right I could go around telling everyone in the world I supposedly had these powers and they would believe me.

Sander was looking at me reading my expression. "You were always a stubborn girl." He sighed running his hand though his hair. I got up and picked up my breakfast on the tray examining it before I stated eating. When I was finished I put everything back on the tray picking it up. "I'll be right back." If my hands weren't full I would cross my arms. His back was to me again but he nodded stiffly. I turned on my heels and strode out the room.

I flew down the stairs in a hurry and when I was on the first level I rounded the corner and put the tray on the kitchen counter. I looked around. It was silent. I ran to the door opening it. I peered out the door. No one car was parked outside. They had already gone. I slammed the door locking it and I marched back up the staircase pausing for a little bit to catch my breath hear and there, and then continued to my room. Sander was in the same position I had left him in. "They left already." I said. I stayed in the door way. "I know. I watched them drive away." He didn't move.

"I'm sorry for being really stubborn." I said. "I know you're just trying to help me." I felt a little guilty. He picked up the guilt in my voice. "I'm not mad at you Elizabeth. I'm not frustrated or anything. I was just stating that. I don't really mind you being stubborn. I'm use to it." He stood up came over to me. "The why were you acting all mad?" I accused.

"Because I was thinking."

"Sure." I shrugged. "I'm going to call Mark so he can come over. The sooner the better.