A Ghost Story
* 25 years later *
Paranormal investigator, Finn Hudson sat back on his heels and let out an explosive sigh.
“I’m getting too old for this shit,” murmured the man as he stood.
Another day, another spirit such was his life since high school. Most people in Lima thought he was nuts when he said that he wanted to investigate ghosts as a profession.
Artie Abrams only gave him a strange sort of smile and wished him the best.
Still Finn wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. He loved the rush of the hunt, looking into the past, setting spirits free and allowing the living their peace.
“You’re still a young man,” said a soft voice from the doorway.
“Ah! Mina!” said Finn cheerfully walking over to the young woman in the doorway.
Mina, the medium Finn used, was a pale wisp of the girl who was blind since birth. Her lack of physical sight had allowed her to have an extraordinary third eye.
“I’m sorry to call you out here,” apologized Finn, “But this place turned out to be a bunk.”
“It’s no problem Mister Hudson,” said Mina with a smile as she tightened the grip on her cane, “But perhaps you can walk me back to my boyfriend’s car?”
“Of course, Mina.”
The odd pair slowly made their way out of the house.
“Finn?” asked Mina gently, surprising Finn out of the silence. She never called him by his first name.
“Yes Mina?” asked the man curiously.
“There is something that I’ve been meaning to ask you for quite some time.”
“Oh? What?”
“Were you aware that you are haunted?”
Finn smiled to himself. Strange things tended to happen around him. Spirits couldn’t touch him. His drum set would play itself. Sometimes the lights would flicker or things would move on their own.
And sometimes at night, Finn would hear someone singing throughout his house. However, it was so faint that it could just be the wind and Finn’s own hopes.
“Yes, Mina. I am aware of it. It’s an old friend who’s haunting me.”
“He has a kind aura,” said Mina gently.
“He does,” agreed Finn amicably.
“He says that he’s waiting for you.”
“He knows I’m coming,” said Finn.
Mina looked up at him with a sad smile on her face.
“Yes. Yes he does.”
The girl gave Finn’s hand a squeeze before climbing in the car. The investigator watched her drive away.
That night, Finn Hudson died in a car crash.
As he took his final breaths, he felt a pair of icy arms wrap around and familiar lovely voice whisper.
“Come to me, Finn.”
And he came.
What he couldn’t have in life, may he now have in death.
Amen