Silent Storm

Chapter 4 ~ Things that go "Bump" in the night

Dana P.O.V.

"Well, y-you see..." I stuttered. What on earth was I going to tell him. He always was the practical one as I always had my head in the clouds with Disney and all those other fabulous fairytales. I blinked when he coughed gently before blushing in the realization that I had spaced out, again. Oh good heavens get a grip Dana! He is overreacting, doesn't he trust me? Time to be serious and get through to him. 

“I thought that we should explore all our options, even though you don’t believe in myths and such, this is a case that we don’t understand. These girls are dying of fear John, fear. We have passed the boundaries of ordinary and I know that those boundaries are your comfort zone but I am going to explore all areas as I won’t let anymore girls die.” I said in a quiet yet determined tone. John sighed, he knew that tone of voice. 

“But that is my point exactly, if this so called myth is true than we are out of our depth and you could get hurt. Then I would feel responsible because I allowed you to go through with this. We are the FBI, we are not God or anything extraordinary. The only reason that I have allowed you to get this far is because there is no such thing as ghosts but we are still dealing with a very dangerous adversary. And I know that you can handle yourself and there is no reason that I should be this protective of you considering that we are in the FBI but I'm still haunted by what happened last time.” John countered knowing that this would remind me of what happened, the last time. I looked down at my now empty plate and sipped at my milk. He was right, this person was very dangerous. Maybe I was just chasing exactly that, an idea. How many times had he already proved me wrong? Was I in over my head?

“I understand where you are coming from John, I really do. We both remember, I’m sure, what happened last time but I will be careful, I promise. I can take care of myself.” I said in a low voice. “You’re my best friend, how many times have I gotten myself out of a jam? We both know it was more than 10.” Thinking about it, I had had a lot of jams. Wow, I’m accident prone and trouble follows me everywhere. And to top it all off, I’m ODD. It is a very serious condition which leads me to talk about random things, my mind wanders a lot, and I am always saying movie quotes and giggling whenever I feel like it. Because well, it stands for Obsessive Disney Disorder. I know, terrible right? John suddenly shook his head before I realized that he had been trying to talk to me. Darn there I went again! Chucking nervously, I smiled weakly before becoming serious.

“This may not be an ordinary case but I have a hunch. What if this is not human? What if it is truly supernatural? No one drops dead from fear. No one. So don’t tell me that this is not supernatural. That this is normal. I know that you are a realist but John, this was not done by any man and yes I have no proof and the idea may seem very far-fetched but my gut is telling me that this is true.” I whispered trying to convey to my partner just how much this meant to me. John gazed at me for a moment, studying me.

“Very well Dana, this time, I will give in. We will investigate tomorrow. Can I crash here tonight? It’s already 11:30.” He asked.

 I nodded and said, “Sure, the guest room still has all your stuff from our last case when you refused to drag yourself home.” John smiled at that and nodded good night before he retired. Walking to my room, I sighed. What on earth was going on? This is the weirdest case that I have ever seen. There was no way that this was happening. Supernatural? There should be no such thing, it doesn’t make sense. If this was really the ghost of Victoria Beaumont, then why were the girls dying of fear. Physically they were unharmed, but according to the myth, Victoria experimented with the bodies. Is John right, is it something or someone else? No, it has to be Victoria, unless someone was trying to hide what she was truly doing. What was she doing? I wonder, does she have any journals or notebooks about her work? All mad scientist do, wait, why am I talking about her like she is Dr. Frankenstein? There goes my crazy imagination again. I’m even thinking that she is real. No, ghosts aren’t real, they are simply things that we have created to comfort us in the fact that when we die we don’t just stop. We have to believe that there is something out there. So do I believe in ghosts? That would explain what I saw earlier, because I did see something. A shadow, but not just any shadow, it had a presence and when I think about it, it was angry and dark.

Dangerous.

I slipped into bed and knew that I was getting absolutely no sleep with all these questions swirling in my head. Just as I had quieted my mind and gotten comfortable, my phone rang. I groaned before grabbing it off the bedside table.

“Dana Hatter speaking.” I said.

A woman’s voice that spoke, “Agent Hatter, she’s awake.” My eyes widened and I jumped out of bed before saying that I would be there in 5 minutes and hanging up. I hurriedly got dressed before banging on John’s door. Oh lord, now I’m even referring to it as his door. I was greeted by a growl and scowl.

Ignoring his expression, I said, “She’s awake.” John’s eyes widened before he ran back into his room saying he would be ready in 2 minutes. On the way to the hospital, I was a bundle of nerves and I could barely sit still. John had to growl at me to stay still for me to stop. When we arrived, I jumped out of the car before he had even parked and ran inside. A nurse was already waiting for me and I knew that John had already caught up so I quickly followed her as she led the way.

John whispered, "I know that you want so alone time so just call if you need me." I nodded and turned to the nurse. She gently opened the door for me and when I walked in, my breath caught in my throat. Two dull brown eyes greeted and regarded me warily as I walked quietly to the end of the hospital bed.

“Hello Dawn, my name is Dana Hatter and I am with the FBI. I know that this may not be the best time but I would truly appreciate it if you could tell me a little about what happened to you before Officer Griffon found you.” I said. She simply stared at me for a moment and I saw something flicker in her eyes before I saw the walls come down and she opened her mouth. But she didn’t say anything, she just…

Screamed.

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