Ghost Mirror

Chapter 11 - Nightmare, A Peaceful Respite.

Jessie

Jessie began to stir. She was still groggy as she came to, she vaguely heard a strange thumping noise. The noise was very close and repeated every few seconds. Her eyes snapped open and she found she was in a very small, enclosed space, no more the seven feet long, and three feet wide. The top of the space was within a couple inches. There was a small window in front of her face measuring seven inches by ten inches, and it allowed the only light source.

            Something splattered on the window as Jessie caught the sound of the ‘thud’ again, it was dirt.

            “What the hell is going on out there?” Jessie asked as she tried to push the container open, but it had been locked; another ‘thud’ sound and a shovel full of dirt hit the window, most slid off, but some accumulated.

            “LET ME OUT OF HERE!” Jessie screamed as she realized someone was burying her alive, panic set in and she started slamming her fists against the tiny window, somehow she would get out, she had to.

            Another shovel full of dirt hit the window finally blocking out the light, and then another and another, Jessie kept hitting the window trying to break free of the coffin that would contain her for all eternity.

            “SOMEONE PLEASE, HELP ME!” Jessie screamed.

Jessie bolted up in bed, finally awake. She wore a bright orange jump suit.

            “What?” Jessie asked. “What’s going on?”

Jessie’s cell door buzzed before a guard opened it.

            “Time to go Monroe, your lawyer is here.” The guard said.

            “What am I doing here?” Jessie asked.

The guard scoffed.

            “You don’t remember?” the guard asked, and then motioned for Jessie to move.

The guard escorted Jessie out of the cell block; she realized that four other guards were in formation behind her, they each carried an M-16 assault rifle.

             “Why am I here?” Jessie asked.

            “Be quiet.” The guard demanded.

Walking into the visitor area where Jessie was seated in front of a triple layer plexiglas window, beyond the window was a man in a lavish looking suit that probably cost thousands of dollars just to clean.

Jessie picked up the phone as the guards stepped back to a safe distance.

            “You’re my lawyer?” Jessie asked.

The man nodded.

            “That’s right, Ms. Monroe.” The lawyer confirmed.

            “You mind telling me what the hell I’m doing in here?” Jessie demanded.

The lawyer almost laughed.

            “This is where all criminals are sent.” The lawyer smirked.

            “What was I accused of?” Jessie asked.

The lawyer deflected the question.

            “I hear you’ve been making quite a quandary in regard to the events of last week, I’m sure you don’t need to be reminded.” The lawyer said as he buried his smug nose into some paper work.