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Written by DTYarbrough
DO YOU SEE WHAT I HEAR
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DO YOU SEE WHAT I HEAR
Written by D.T.Yarbrough "Oh. It's you," Rita said as she opened the door half way. "What do you want?" "I'm sorry I made you angry. I'd hoped you would understand. I wouldn't bother you if there was anyone else I could go to. You wouldn't answer the phone and I didn't want to discuss this with your answering machine," Jack said. " What is it, how can I help you?" she asked. "Another ghost problem?" "I'm not sure. I saw something this morning while I was jogging and I can't explain it. I think it was a ghost, but it was different than any ghost I've ever seen," Jack replied. "Different ... how was it different?" Rita asked. "For one thing it could move objects. It was swinging on a swing in a school yard. When I approached it, it ran away, and I mean ran away, not floated away," Jack said. "That doesn't sound like a typical ghost, maybe a poltergeist, but they can't walk or run," Rita said. "Was there anything else that was strange?" "Oh, you're not going to believe this but it still had color. You know how ghosts are just shades of gray, well this one looked alive except it was transparent," Jack said. "Are you just trying to find an excuse to talk to me? You'll have to come up with a better one than this to get in my door again," Rita said. "Don't flatter yourself. I'm telling you the truth. I'd hoped you would have some answers," Jack said as he turned to walk away. "Wait ... Jack ... I'm sorry. You're really taking this ghost thing serious. I was afraid that after seeing your dead wife, you would go back to your life as a hermit," Rita said, opening the door further. "The thought had crossed my mind, but I can't just leave you to handle things all by yourself," Jack said. "You need me as much as I need you." "Come on in and we'll see what we can figure out about your ghost, or whatever it is," Rita said. "Could you recognize a photo of the ghost if you saw one?" "Maybe. I didn't get a really good look," Jack said. "I have a database on my computer of all the school pictures taken over the last 20 years. What was the name of the school?" Rita asked. " He was probably a student there at one time." 1
"Obama High School, the one on the east side of town," Jack said. "Okay. Sit down and look at the photos and see if you can recognize him. It was male, wasn't it?" Rita asked. "I was just going to cook something when you came to the door. Would you join me?" "You can cook too? I'd be delighted," Jack said. "I think I've found him," Jack said as Rita placed the last dish on the table. "Ken Wentworth. But he's still enrolled at that school." "This is getting more confusing all the time. Are you sure he was transparent?" Rita asked. "Yes, I'm sure. I know what I saw," Jack replied. "But I don't think he could go through solid objects. He went out of his way to go through a gate as he was running away, and I could hear him running." "Did they list a phone number for him? I have an idea," Rita said. "But let's eat before it gets cold. Would you like some wine?" "If you don't mind. It's not often I get real home cooking except for my own and it's not really cooking, it more like thawing," Jack said. "Well, don't get use to it. It probably won't happen again," Rita said. "What did you expect me to do, take advantage of you while you were in that condition?" Jack asked. "It just bothers me that you didn't want to," Rita said. "I thought you cared about me." "I never wanted anything more. But I care too much." Jack said. "Can we just forget it ever happened. I'll try if you will," Rita said. "Okay. We'll start over," Jack said. "By the way, what is your idea?" "Hello. We're the people that took the school pictures and we believe your son may have left something here. If I could just talk to him to see if he can identify it," Rita said. "I'm sorry. My son is hospitalized. He's in a coma," the lady answered. "I'm so sorry. What hospital is he in? We'd like to send some flowers," Rita said. "Grand Memorial. Emergency ward," she answered. "He's in a coma, at Grand Memorial. We need to find him right away," said Rita. "Let's drive over to the school and see if he's around." 2
"Okay," said Jack. "Your car or my truck?" "We can take mine. I've seen you drive," said Rita. On the way to the school, as they drove past the park, Jack spotted something out of the corner of his eye. "Stop. There he is. By the lake," Jack said. Rita stopped the car and turned off the engine. "How do we handle this so he doesn't run away?" Rita asked. "You walk over as though you don't see him. I've never seen a teenage boy yet that would run from a beautiful woman," Jack said. "When you get close enough, call him by name and tell him you mean him no harm. Signal me when he's okay with me coming over." Jack watched as Rita walked around the edge of the lake. The ghost was sitting under a tree on the other side of the lake. He seemed to be watching as she approached. In a moment they were talking, or at least Rita was talking. In another minute or so, Rita signaled for Jack to come over. "What did he tell you? Did you find out how he ended up in a coma?" Jack asked. "He tried to overdose. Someone must have found him before it was too late," Rita said. "Ken. Do you know you're still alive?" Jack asked. "Just nod. I don't read lips." Ken nodded yes. "Well, you won't be for long. They're about to pull the plug and that will be the end for you. Since you tried to commit suicide, you'll not be walking into any bright lights, and they won't let you hang around here. Why don't you go back to the hospital while you still have a chance. When the grim reaper starts dragging you off, kicking and screaming, I won't be able to help you. I know you must have had a tough time to make you choose suicide, but trust me, it wasn't as bad as it's going to get," Jack said. "Which hospital? Grand Memorial. You'd better hurry before they pull that plug," Jack said. As the ghost ran off in the direction of the hospital, Rita turned to Jack and said, "You're such a liar, Jack. I don't know if I will ever be able to trust you." "I hope lying isn't a mortal sin because I'd do it again if it would save a kid's life," Jack said. "It's so beautiful here. Let's go for a walk," Rita said. Jack took her hand. "Is this a date?" he asked. "As close to one as you're likely to get," she replied. 3