Through Their Eyes

Part 6

She ran the week's events back through her head- first the shop and Lindsey, along with Miss Angela and Dusty dissapearing; the geode giving her wierd dreams about her victims; then last night's double dreams. She decided she needed to do something- call Miss Angela, throw the rock away, stop fretting about the dreams, or really anything to make them stop. She chose to call Miss Angela.

Ella grabbed her cell off the dresser and dialed in the antique shop's number. She realized that was a bad idea and quickly cancelled the call. Ella looked up Miss Angela's cell phone number in her contacts- the old lady had given it to her once a few years ago when Ella had visited asking her for advice. She told Ella to call whenever she needed anything, and right now, Ella needed to know Miss Angela and Dusty were okay.

Ella hightlighted the number and hit the call button.

RING.

RING.

RING.

"Hello? Ella honey?" Ella breathed a sigh of relief- one more ring and it would have gone to voicemail.

"Miss Angela! Oh, I've missed you so much! Where have you been?" Ella asked in a hurry.

"Oh, sweetheart, didn't Lindsey tell you that I took a trip with Dusty this week?"

"Well, yeah, but... well... I guess my imagination took me away. First she looked really guilty when I asked where you went. Then there was something in the closed closet, the one in the hallway that's always open with those pretty antique dresses. Then Dusty didn't greet me and I got worried. And then she gave me a package and it was on your desk and you usually wouldn't keep it on your desk let alone wrap it in paper-" Ella was cut off by the sweet sound of Miss Angela's voice.

"A package? I didn't leave a package, I left a note saying i would give you mine when we- Dusty and I- got back..."

What does this mean? Ella thought. "Um, Miss Angela, i need to go..."

"Okay, sweetheart, but call me again when you get back, alright?"

"Okay, I will. Bye." And she hung up.

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So, Miss Angela didn't leave the gift, but she knew who Lindsey was. Lindsey must have set Ella up for this. Who- or what- was Lindsey? And why would she bother with Ella and Miss Angela? Ella decided to take a run and clear her head. She went downstairs and put on her running shoes. The door creaked when Ella opened it and she winced, knowing her parents were still asleep. She closed the front door and walked down her driveway. When she reached the street, she made a left towards the park. There were woods there, where she could lose herself and her thoughts. Ella jogged up the hill and onto the gravel path that led into the woods. She slowed down when she reached the woods and gasped- Lindsey. Ella turned and sprinted past the playset, down the hill, and stopped when she got to her driveway. She looked up at her house, muttered "forget that," and fled the other way.

When she reached the cemetary where her grandfather was buried, she slowed and entered, breathing hard. She walked the well-worn path to her grandpa's headstone and sat crosslegged on the ground by it. Inscripted on the stone were the words, "Gregory Baker, April 30, 1930- October 16, 2008." They were nothing special, no deep quote or fancy poem, but they were special to Ella. Her grandfather died exactly one month after her 10th birthday.

Ella got up, walked to the field close by, and picked a boquet of daisies, queen ann's lace, and purple flowers that looked like violets. She walked back to her grandfather's grave and placed the flowers in front of the headstone. She solemnly got up and walked towards the entrance to the cemetary. Ella slowly jogged halfway to her home, then slowed down to a walk. Once she reached her front door, Ella glanced back to be sure that Lindsey wasn't there. She breathed a sigh of relief and slowly opened the door, praying that it wouldn't creak. Once the door was open just far enough for her to slip through, Ella entered her house. She took off her running shoes and crept up the stairs, where she could hopefully sleep for a few extra hours.