Symptoms of a Haunting: Part III
“Katie, I swear I saw someone,” I murmured aloud as I typed, the clicks from my keyboard my only company.
I had met Katie on a paranormal abilities forum where she had been posting about the emergence of her abilities. Katie was clairsentient, which meant that she could perceive future events. This wasn’t “seeing” into the future; she would get feelings about certain people or places, and these feelings always turned out to be accurate of the events that would take place there. That said, Katie had confided in me that she had often had dreams that had come true. This kind of premonition was frowned upon in our little paranormal community; it was considered a form of deja vu, which had already been explained as the brain’s response to certain “puzzle pieces,” as it were.
My computer chimed as Katie’s message came in.
I believe you, Emma. But you know how the community is. You need ~proof~ … *eye roll*
I sighed. She was right. For a group of people who believed in the paranormal, they were surprisingly anal about evidence, especially in a field where the scant evidence is rarely tangible.
I know, I know. Sigh. I know if I went to Jan with this, she’d laugh me right out of the forum.
My computer chimed again.
LOL. You know that’s right.
I smiled, suddenly very grateful for my virtual friend. I’d never really trusted anyone in the real world after my family abandoned me, but my friendship with Katie felt safe. She was a kindred spirit in a way, though her family has accepted her abilities with far more grace than mine had.
Katie, what do I do?
There was a long pause in which I watched the words “Katie is typing…” appear and disappear several times over in the chat window. It seemed that she was just as lost as I was in this situation.
Well, I don’t know, Em. You could always do the typical teen horror movie thing and do a Google search of ghosts or hauntings. 🙂
I rolled my eyes
Ha ha, Katie. Very funny.
Yet, I was curious. I opened Google in another tab in my web browser. I looked over my shoulder, half expecting to see the man staring back at me in the darkness, but I was alone.
My nails clacked against the keys as I slowly and apprehensively typed out “symptoms of a haunting” into the search bar.