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rain to my car. It seems I was somewhat successful at staying dry when I get in the car, though the parts of my long dark hair that were hanging out have quickly become soaked. I pull the mass of hair behind my head in a knot and drive home. This is one nasty storm. The lightning makes me think I should have stayed at school to ride it out.
     
    Driving is a nightmare and I’m not even going twenty- five. I can hardly see through the rain, but as my windshield wipers move as a fast as they can, I see something standing in the middle of the road. Or rather, someone. I hit the brakes because in this rain I can’t see the edges of the figure moving. I can’t see that she’s only energy, pure energy. As I screech to a halt my car slides and suddenly I’m sideways on a deserted road. When I get out to see if she’s OK or needs help, I realize she’s gone. I sit back down in the car, now totally drenched and shake my head, are my eyes playing tricks on me? And then I feel it, the same energy I felt a few weeks ago in my little Honda Civic. I turn my head to the right to see the blue eyed little girl sitting in the passenger’s seat staring right at me.
     
    The air comes out of my lungs in a single whoosh. After taking a couple deep breaths I say, “You know, you really shouldn’t creep up on people like that Wendy.”
     
    She smiles a toothy grin at me, “Sorry Shay. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just really needed to talk to you. I know how to find my father.”
     

Chapter 9
     
    I’m still driving at a crawling pace, but not to home, we’re headed back to the blue house.
     
    “ So what exactly did this guy tell you again?” I ask her, I want to review this situation one more time.
     
    She sighs, “Shay, we’ve been over this at least three times.”
     
    “ Yes, but this all sounds a bit off to me.”
     
    “ Ugh fine. The ghost, a dark haired man, he said I could get my dad back and that he is probably looking for me right now. We just have to get some other ghosts to help me to look for him. That’s where you come in; you’re like a ghost magnet. If you think about him enough he might come to us, or at least other ghosts who know him will come to you and then we can get information about him from them.”
     
    “ And you’re sure all I have to do is think about him?” We’re almost to the house now. I can see where we broke through the trees last time. The ground cover hasn’t had time to grow back yet. Mud is splashing up on my tires; my car is going to need a serious bath after this little adventure.
     
    “ Well there is one more thing.”
     
    Uh-oh, what I feel coming can’t be good. I knew it was important to have her repeat the instructions.
     
    “ And that is…” I prompt her, we’re at the house now and I put the car in park but leave it running because I’m still damp and freezing. I appreciate the heat blowing on me, warming me slowly. “You have to drop a little blood on his grave.”
     
    “ I have to do WHAT?!?” Suddenly the air blowing on me feels too hot. I need to get out of this car, I go to open the door when I realize it’s still pouring outside and I really don’t want to get soaked again. I close the door and instead I close my eyes and lean my forehead against the cold window. I turn off the heat immediately using the dial. “Take deep breaths,” I tell myself aloud. “Try not to pass out.”
     
    When I was three I broke my leg in a sledding accident. It was just Dad and I; we were at this huge hill by his work. Well huge for a three year old. We had one of those discs that go super fast when you don’t weigh a lot. My dad gave me a push, never realizing I would move as fast as I did. I was so happy screaming and laughing as I went down that hill. I never saw that fence coming and when I ran into it, I didn’t feel a thing. I just remember hearing the screaming, it was my own voice, but I didn’t feel like it was coming out of my body. I opened my eyes