Tell me, has anything odd happened to you recently?
Cold wind brushes past Noah as he crouches behind a small car in the parking deck of the Foxberry. He shivers and attempts to shove his numb hands deeper into the pocket of his sweatshirt.
“Isn’t that the spot where you died?” Noah asks his companion.
“Yes. I think so.” Mr. Evans replied. “I don’t quite remember, but I do feel a pull towards that particular parking spot.”
Specifically parking spot 303, where a young woman was currently snooping around. The woman continuously looked around her, as if to check and see if anyone was watching. Noah thought her behavior was quite suspicious, but, considering he was crouched behind a car spying on her, he wasn’t going to say anything.
“A pull? Like a magnet?”
“Exactly. It feels almost as if…” he paused, “as if I belong there. Odd, huh?”
“Yeah, odd.” Noah was used to odd. When the people you thought were dead suddenly started wanting to talk to you, odd became normal. He figured he talked to the dead more than the living at this point. From what Noah could tell, Mr. Evans wasn’t the only ghost who felt that pull. The ghosts he had met hadn’t seemed to travel far from where they died. “Mr. Evans, why are you crouching like that? You know she can’t see you.”
“Oh right. Still feels weird you know. I’m not quite used to the whole dead thing.”
“Right, I’d expect that’d take some getting used to.” Noah hesitated before speaking again. “I don’t want to be nosy, but some weird stuff has been going on surrounding your death. I know they said it was a heart attack, but the police came by one day and were questioning all of the tenants. I don’t usually like asking how people died, but do you remember anything from that night?”
“I remember coming home from the diner. I remember the rain. And I remember pulling into the parking lot and getting out of my car. But after that I don’t remember anything. I’m sorry.”
“That’s alright.” Noah said. He thought about his brother. Neither one of them ever discussed his death. Sometimes Noah could forget that he was dead. Sometimes.
“I think that’s Ms. Lovett.” Mr. Evans spoke up suddenly. Noah almost shushed him before he remembered that she couldn’t hear him. “Can’t be sure though. Never really saw much of the girl.”
“Do you know why she’d be hanging around the spot where you died?”
“She didn’t kill me, if that’s what you’re asking, but I have heard she’s a bit strange.”
Noah laughed. He could deal with strange. “I’m going to go talk to her,” he said as he stood up and made his way over to the woman.
“Excuse me, Ms. Lovett? This may seem like an odd question, but do you know anything about the death of Mr. Evans?”
“Isn’t that the spot where you died?” Noah asks his companion.
“Yes. I think so.” Mr. Evans replied. “I don’t quite remember, but I do feel a pull towards that particular parking spot.”
Specifically parking spot 303, where a young woman was currently snooping around. The woman continuously looked around her, as if to check and see if anyone was watching. Noah thought her behavior was quite suspicious, but, considering he was crouched behind a car spying on her, he wasn’t going to say anything.
“A pull? Like a magnet?”
“Exactly. It feels almost as if…” he paused, “as if I belong there. Odd, huh?”
“Yeah, odd.” Noah was used to odd. When the people you thought were dead suddenly started wanting to talk to you, odd became normal. He figured he talked to the dead more than the living at this point. From what Noah could tell, Mr. Evans wasn’t the only ghost who felt that pull. The ghosts he had met hadn’t seemed to travel far from where they died. “Mr. Evans, why are you crouching like that? You know she can’t see you.”
“Oh right. Still feels weird you know. I’m not quite used to the whole dead thing.”
“Right, I’d expect that’d take some getting used to.” Noah hesitated before speaking again. “I don’t want to be nosy, but some weird stuff has been going on surrounding your death. I know they said it was a heart attack, but the police came by one day and were questioning all of the tenants. I don’t usually like asking how people died, but do you remember anything from that night?”
“I remember coming home from the diner. I remember the rain. And I remember pulling into the parking lot and getting out of my car. But after that I don’t remember anything. I’m sorry.”
“That’s alright.” Noah said. He thought about his brother. Neither one of them ever discussed his death. Sometimes Noah could forget that he was dead. Sometimes.
“I think that’s Ms. Lovett.” Mr. Evans spoke up suddenly. Noah almost shushed him before he remembered that she couldn’t hear him. “Can’t be sure though. Never really saw much of the girl.”
“Do you know why she’d be hanging around the spot where you died?”
“She didn’t kill me, if that’s what you’re asking, but I have heard she’s a bit strange.”
Noah laughed. He could deal with strange. “I’m going to go talk to her,” he said as he stood up and made his way over to the woman.
“Excuse me, Ms. Lovett? This may seem like an odd question, but do you know anything about the death of Mr. Evans?”
Hey, you are in Jack Stars blog #3. I thought you might like a bit of company with managing the dead and all. Hope you don't mind.
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