Nightmares

The First Murder

The scene of the crime. It was October 8th of 1987. The crisp air was being pulled in and pushed out by the many people standing by trying to get a better look at the body.

Man, Some of them had really bad breath, my goodness it's like they had never brushed their teeth in their life.

I know what you are thinking, "what are you doing at the scene of the crime?" Well I can truthfully say to you that this was not me, not this time. I don't know who this was, actually. That is why i am here right now, Duh.

I still have know idea who did it, and i have been here looking for clues since early this morning, Why? because I make it my business to know everything that goes on that involves murder. I do know one thing though it was definitely a ghost. The markings on the face and body, were ones that only a ghost could make.

The scorches of ghost burns, with the dried blood surrounding the edges of each burn, the cold lifeless look in the eyes of the victim, and the sounds left over from the scream that only either a sensitive or a ghost could sense. The ice cold skin that left chills and ice to the touch and the white face that reflects death. If I had not been used to the sight of ghost touched people it would have scared me to death. The victim had undoubtedly fallen from somewhere high in the house. The. Body was out at an angle that showed you exactly how she had died. she must have broken a neck or something because otherwise she would not have died, the way she landed.

I floated up to the top of where she landed and indeed she did fall from the top of the attic staircase, over the stair railing, hit her head on the beam below breaking her neck and fell lifelesly the rest of the way down. The presence there that the ghost had left behind was indeed familiar but it felt that it was not someone that I had spent much time with. Which narrows it down to about 5% of the ghosts I knew. And I knew everyone. This ghost had a foreboding sense to it, which tells me that it could have very likely been one of my victims. Well, depending on that information, it had to be narrowed down to the emotion of the presence. That was a little harder to tell considering the ghost itself was not there, just the presence left behind.

I began to focus a little more on the physic phenomena around me and less on the human stupidity I had been focus on for so long that morning. The ghost was a girl. As a human she had been a sensitive, definitely untrained though. Suffered from a devastating trauma right before she died, that must be why the emotion is so strong. Definitely one of my victims, this will make things so much harder. Well that information narrows it down to about missy of the ghosts I knew well, none of them had this kind of personality though. I moved toward the beam and stroked my hand across it. A strong physic connection filled me and I let go of the beam. Panting I realized that this was one of the strongest ghosts I have met in a very long time, the last ghost I had met with that strong of a connection had been someone with magic, someone who lived during the Salem trials someone whom had almost destroyed the whole world someone, like me.