The Ghosts in You (A Zak Bagans Fanfic)

Chapter 94

Zak stared at Sara for a half minute, at a loss for words while his brain played catch up.

Sara knew she'd force-fed him a lot of information all at once, but she also felt that there was something else weighing on his mind. "I know that look, Mr. Bagans. What is it you want to ask me?"

Zak thought for another sixteen seconds while he decided how best to phrase his question. "Sara, what did I just watch you do? You closed your eyes, tapped into...something. What was that?"

She spoke matter-of-factly: "The voice in my head."

"Can you explain what that means?"

"I told you: sometimes, I just know things. It's the voice I hear very clearly in my mind."

"Why do I get the feeling you don't like doing that? It felt like you wanted to push it away." Zak felt Sara's energy shift as an immense sadness washed over her.

She really didn't want to talk about any of this, but saw that Zak was studying her, hoping she might elaborate. She acquiesced. "You're right. I don't like that I have that ability."

He could see the sadness in her eyes. "Why, Sara?"

Tears formed in her eyes. "I've always kind of known things, and I never really thought much of it. After my mom died, I started noticing that I was more sensitive. It was like her death, and the grief I felt, tapped into something deep inside of me – it took my empathic abilities to another level. That's when I learned what it was to be an empath. I could tune into nature and animals, which is what you saw at the shelter. That was also when I learned how to separate my emotions from those of others."

Sara stood up and began walking around her study, looking at the various photos. She studied one of her and her Dad. "I told you my Dad had an accident and was paralyzed?" She looked over her shoulder to see that Zak was following along. He nodded.

Sara pressed on. "He was married to his third wife for nearly twenty-five years. They lived in Texas. After his accident, I would fly out and stay for three weeks, come back home for two weeks and then head back for another three."

She struggled, but continued. "His wife took great care of him...at first. But she had a son who was just...bad. No, not bad; evil. He was evil. Against my wishes and my Dad's, she moved her son into the house with them."

Sara's focus shifted to another photo, one of her mom and dad.

"My dad's accident happened in March of 2013, paralyzing him. In November of 2014, I began having a lot of dreams of my mom and dad together. The voice in my head said, 'Your mom is letting you know that she will be there when it's your dad's time. It's coming.' I didn't recognize the words for what they were and pushed them out of my mind – I thought I was just stressed out over of my dad's situation, being paralyzed and under the thumb of his wife and stepson."

Sara stopped talking and picked up the photo of her parents. She traced her finger along their faces.

"Can you continue, Sara? I'd like to know more." Zak implored softly. His inner investigator was getting the better of him again.

She nodded. "Things got worse at my dad's house. His wife didn't want to be bothered with him. I tried to get my dad to come live with me in L.A., but he didn't want to leave his home, despite being scared of his stepson – a six-foot-five, six hundred pound bully. In April of 2015 as I was leaving to return to L.A., my dad told me that he had dreamed of my mom the night before, that he had been dreaming of her. His jaw trembled and he fought back tears as he struggled to tell me. I told him that she was just visiting with him and that it was okay. Inside, though, I knew something bad was coming. I pushed it aside again, chalking it up to stress."