Ghost Speak

Gwen looked at the photo of Willow Winters and her friends as she sat at her desk. She was the little black haired girl with a floral dress and blue eyes. Her friends, Sarah North, the girl with the blonde hair, and her Hispanic friend Maria Martinez were also in the picture.She was a bright young girl, creative, and lovable. So why did someone hate her enough to want to kill her? Jealousy? Revenge?...

The agency sat on the corner of main street in the loft of an Italian cake shop. A little old fashioned wooden sign swung back and forth in the wind, creaking with each swing. On it was a little painted stopwatch with the phrase In time For dinner. She stared at the sign then looked up at the glowing windows in the night, this had to be it. She pulled all her courage together and walked around the...

The next day Gwen was stuck inside a patrol car with a younger officer named Fred Small, who just happened to be the son of the Sheriff. Officer Small was a good kid in Gwen's mind, but with a lack of ambition and a tendency to get distracted by the smallest things. Gwen noted this when she caught Officer Small getting out of the car while it was coming to a stop just to run over to the doughnut sho...

Fred Small’s mother's restaurant was probably the only authentic Chinese restaurant for miles around. Not only that but it was one of the best restaurants in town, so it was always busy around lunch time. It had a nice dark atmosphere with polished wooden table tops and beautiful Asian art prints hanging in various places. The scent of spices and meat was present in the air around them. There were...

“So what do we do now?” Fred asked, eyeing Barry in the rear view mirror. Barry had his mask back on and was deep in thought again. His legs crossed and his finger was tapping on the lion's chin. Gwen took a moment occasionally to glance in the mirror to see how he was doing. But she really couldn’t tell much since he was wearing a mask again. So she mostly focused on driving up and down the...