“So, what's this all about? What's got you and Jagger so freaked out that you won't talk about it over the phone?”
“Man, Josh, I don't know if I can tell you without sounding like a paranoid freak.”
“Hey, I'm an investigative reporter. Nothing you say will shock me.”
“No? What about ghosts? Demons? The paranormal?”
“It's...a little out of my league, I'll admit, but I can listen with an open mind. What's been going on?”
“Well, I can only speak for myself. Jagger will have to tell you his own stories.”
“Fine, so tell me what's been going on with you, then,” I said patiently.
“Alright,” Jett said, leaning over the table. He lowered his voice so that only I could hear. “You know Hunter...from the accident?”
“Yeah, I remember him. Is he involved?”
“Well, sort of, I guess. At least, it all started after Lisa and the baby died.”
“Lisa...you mean his wife?”
Jett nodded. “First thing that happened, I wasn't sure it really happened. I thought it was my imagination. I was looking out the window. It was actually snowing, and you know we hardly ever have snow in New Temp.”
“Yeah, and...?” I asked. I was used to Jett prattling on, but I was getting anxious for him to get to the good part so I could finally know what had him so agitated.
“It was night time, and the snow was swirling around. The window kept fogging up, and I kept having to wipe it off.” He looked down at the drink in his cup, and I could almost see the gears working in his brain before he looked up again and continued. “I saw a woman. At least, I thought I did.”
“What did she look like?” I asked, wondering where this was going.
“That's just it. I could have sworn it was Lisa. I only saw her for a split second, and in that second, her face looked angry, like the cold anger of someone who wants to get even for something. But...Lisa's dead. It couldn't be her, right?”
I could have sworn I saw fear in his eyes, but it wasn't like Jett to be afraid. Out of the three of us, Jett was the quickest to defy his fear, to rush in with no thought of the consequences. If there was a child trapped in a burning building, Jett would be the first to rush in and try to save him or her with no consideration for his own safety or the fact that he could die. Jett was fearless. Surely, he couldn't be afraid of what might only have been an illusion, a trick of the swirling snow in the darkness and the moisture on the fogged up window.
There had to be more, and I urged him to tell me.
“Yeah, there's more. That was just the beginning,” he told me. I watched him, and I saw him shiver slightly—or thought I did. I shook off the feeling that maybe Jett really was paranoid. I had to keep an open mind, like I'd promised I would. With that in mind, I listened to what he had to tell me.
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Date: 2010-11-02 08:04 pm (UTC)“Man, Josh, I don't know if I can tell you without sounding like a paranoid freak.”
“Hey, I'm an investigative reporter. Nothing you say will shock me.”
“No? What about ghosts? Demons? The paranormal?”
“It's...a little out of my league, I'll admit, but I can listen with an open mind. What's been going on?”
“Well, I can only speak for myself. Jagger will have to tell you his own stories.”
“Fine, so tell me what's been going on with you, then,” I said patiently.
“Alright,” Jett said, leaning over the table. He lowered his voice so that only I could hear. “You know Hunter...from the accident?”
“Yeah, I remember him. Is he involved?”
“Well, sort of, I guess. At least, it all started after Lisa and the baby died.”
“Lisa...you mean his wife?”
Jett nodded. “First thing that happened, I wasn't sure it really happened. I thought it was my imagination. I was looking out the window. It was actually snowing, and you know we hardly ever have snow in New Temp.”
“Yeah, and...?” I asked. I was used to Jett prattling on, but I was getting anxious for him to get to the good part so I could finally know what had him so agitated.
“It was night time, and the snow was swirling around. The window kept fogging up, and I kept having to wipe it off.” He looked down at the drink in his cup, and I could almost see the gears working in his brain before he looked up again and continued. “I saw a woman. At least, I thought I did.”
“What did she look like?” I asked, wondering where this was going.
“That's just it. I could have sworn it was Lisa. I only saw her for a split second, and in that second, her face looked angry, like the cold anger of someone who wants to get even for something. But...Lisa's dead. It couldn't be her, right?”
I could have sworn I saw fear in his eyes, but it wasn't like Jett to be afraid. Out of the three of us, Jett was the quickest to defy his fear, to rush in with no thought of the consequences. If there was a child trapped in a burning building, Jett would be the first to rush in and try to save him or her with no consideration for his own safety or the fact that he could die. Jett was fearless. Surely, he couldn't be afraid of what might only have been an illusion, a trick of the swirling snow in the darkness and the moisture on the fogged up window.
There had to be more, and I urged him to tell me.
“Yeah, there's more. That was just the beginning,” he told me. I watched him, and I saw him shiver slightly—or thought I did. I shook off the feeling that maybe Jett really was paranoid. I had to keep an open mind, like I'd promised I would. With that in mind, I listened to what he had to tell me.