Chapter 6: Help From Beyond
The last thing I remember before I woke up in that apartment in the Barrens yesterday was sitting in this very café eating dinner. I was late for something, a job most likely, but what kind of job? Damn, my coffee has gotten cold. I better get a new cup.
I grit my teeth and try to stop my hands from shaking as the memories wash over me once more.
My mother used to tell me that there was no such things as ghosts, that they where merely spirits conjured by those with the gift of magic.
She was wrong.
Before me stands David Connely, he is dead. In fact, he has been dead for three days, and if he didn't die during that time I certainly finished the job.
The darkness has lessened somewhat, forming a circle of light roughly thirty feet around us. He look angry, I would be angry too if I had the chance to meet the person who scooped out my skull. He gestures slightly with his hand and numbers appears floating in the air. A phone-number? Maybe, No, to odd l