Chelsea sat completely still in the old classroom on the second floor. She let out a sigh of impatience over this little adventure that her new boyfriend had insisted on. Gabe was really into ghost hunting, and he wanted to prove to skeptical Chelsea that ghosts do exist.
So, here she sat, in an abandoned schoolhouse that was at least 150 years old. Gabe had been here before and promised that activity would occur. He told her to sit in the room by herself while he positioned himself in the room across the hall. Apparently, a small audience is more likely to make a ghost manifest.
The lack of moonlight made it difficult to see clearly. Chelsea looked around the room, hoping for some sort of movement to appear. After a few minutes, she called out to Gabe to find out how much longer they were going to do this. He replied to wait a little longer. Chelsea turned to her blackberry for distraction.
Suddenly, it got very cold in the room. Chelsea glanced towards the windows, but none of them were open. The chill became overwhelming. She stood up and moved back a few seats. It was warmer there, but it didn’t last long. A cold breeze surrounded her again. Then, she heard a voice talking. Her heart started to beat a little faster. She yelled to her boyfriend.
“Gabe, did you say something?”
Chelsea pulled her jacket tighter around her. Gabe must not have heard her.
The voice started whispering again, louder this time. It was in front of her, but Chelsea couldn’t make out what it was saying. And, after staring at the bright light of her phone, it was impossible to discern the shadows in the room.
“Hello? Is somebody there?” Chelsea stared in the direction that the voice was coming from. Suddenly, her phone blacked out. She looked down at the device at the same time that she heard a whisper say, “Chelsea”.
She jumped up from her chair and swung around. The voice had moved behind her to the corner of the room, but it was pitch-black back there. Chelsea stared into the corner, her breathing erratic. The only movement that she noticed was a small red light suspended in the air, about her height.
Chelsea slowly backed away. As she moved towards the front of the room, the red light started to fade. Without watching her step, she bumped into a desk and let out a small whimper.
In desperation, she cried out “Gabe?”
A noise at the back of the room drew her attention to a shadow figure that was now moving forward from the corner. It was tall – much taller than Chelsea. The red light was shining again, and it appeared to be at chest height on the figure.
The young woman froze when the shadow stopped about ten feet in front of her. It whispered her name again.
She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. The only thing separating her from the figure was the teacher’s desk that she was standing behind. If she made a run for the doorway, she would have to pass in front of the shadow.
With trepidation, she asked, “What do you want from me?”
The reply was very clear.
Chelsea gasped. Without hesitation, she made a mad dash for the door. There was no time to look for Gabe. She just wanted to leave the building. As she raced down the stairs, she yelled to her boyfriend.
“Come on, Gabe. We gotta get outta here. There’s somethin’ in here. We gotta go.”
Chelsea did not stop running until she was outside. Two seconds later, Gabe ran out of the building behind her.
“What happened? What did you see?” He put his arms around Chelsea, who was shaking now.
Chelsea looked up at Gabe’s concerned face. She shook her head in disbelief. “I saw a shadow. It kept saying my name.”
Gabe stared at her. “Did he try to harm you?”
Chelsea thought for a minute. “No, not really. But, I asked what it wanted from me, and it said ‘your heart'”.
Gabe raised his eyebrows. “Wow. That’s intense. I’ve never had that happen to me before. You must have made quite an impression!”
He pulled Chelsea close again. She laid her head on his chest, but something hard was in the way. Suddenly, she raised her head and looked at Gabe.
“Why did you say ‘he’ when you asked about the ghost? I never said it was male. I couldn’t tell what it was.” Chelsea waited with anticipation for Gabe’s response.
For a second, Chelsea thought that Gabe appeared guilty. But, he quickly explained, “I just assumed a gender for the thing. I don’t think it really matters, does it?”
Chelsea thought about this and decided to let it go. Gabe was right. It didn’t matter. The point is that it happened, and it made a believer out of her.
Gabe helped Chelsea into the car to head home. When he opened the door to the driver’s side, he dropped the keys on the ground. Chelsea joked that he must be shaken, too.
But, her good nature quickly turned to fear. A chain necklace fell forward from Gabe’s chest as he bent down to get the keys.
The red medallion that hung from the chain was all too familiar.