That night I slept peacefully, which surprised me. Given I hadn't been able to have a restful sleep in weeks. The sleep deprivation was getting bad. I was starting to hear Molly wide awake. I thought that hallucination alone, would scare myself awake all night. At least that's what I thought it was at the time. Though I'd dwell on the bizarre moment, like I normally do. I cuddled close to Jared, fearing another sleepless night. His arms wrapped around me, finger tip gently circling my back. The smell of fresh sheets, and warmth of the covers hugged me. I closed my eyes, forgetting about my haunting dreams long enough to fall asleep. Nothing, but black, until the birds began chirping, and light shined through my window. Jared awake tiredly gazing at me. Close enough I could hear the thumping sound of his heartbeat in his chest.

"Morning," I yawned.

"Morning," he yawned back. "How did you sleep?" 

"Amazingly," I purred.

"Good" A sigh of relief. "I was a little concerned last night."

"I was too." After all, I was beginning to hear voices, but I wasn't about to tell Jared that. He'd force me in to see the doctor, which might not be a bad idea. Worse would be him mistaking the hallucination as inherited psychic powers. "Do you remember your dream last night?" He asked. 

"Nothing," I sighed. For the first time, in a long time, nothing. No creepy, creaky basement. No puddle of blood. No Molly. For the first time in a while, nothing. 

Hesitation in his voice. "Do you remember talking in your sleep?"

"No," I sit up, eyes wide. "I don't talk in my sleep." I don't think I do anyways... I guess I wouldn't know. Jared's face went pale. "What?" I groaned. 

"I'm worried," Jared responded.

"That's sweet of you, but I'm fine." Probably a lie. I'm not sure.

"Can we talk about it?" He asked. 

"What did I say?" I asked wearily.

"It's not just what you said. It's the conversation you had the other day with my dad, and the drawings. AND what you said last night. My dad might not want to talk about it, but I'm here to listen."

"What did I say?" I repeated.

"You said you were Molly, and you were trapped. You asked if Meri had made it back yet."

"That's new," I mumbled. 

Our conversation interrupted by the banging of the front door swinging open, and colliding with the wall. Then the rumbling of feet, and suitcases tossed on the floor, just below my room, where the front entrance would be. Our conversation ended to go see... a woman with frizzy frazzled curly blonde hair, wearing a stressed look on her face. Dark shadows hung under her eyes, held by crows feet that appeared deeper the last time I'd seen her. Her usual colorful boho dress looked as though it had been worn all week, and she smelled.

"Meri, you're back." My grandmother said, collecting the luggage. "Your retreat was cut early?" She asked. 

"It was unlike any retreat like before!" Meri said pulling off her jacket, and hanging it on the antique coat rack by the door, before noticing her full audience. "Elana. Jared. How are you this morning?"

"Good. Good. Mrs. Wood. How are you? Can I help you with your bag?" Jared quickly grabbed the luggage, waited for the next command.

"The navy blue tagged bag goes the meditation room, and the white tagged goes in my room."  Meri gave a concerned look to my grandmother. Jared swiftly left the front hall, bags in hand, before my mother continued talking. "I need to talk with you privately." 

"Has something happened?" She asked, concern in her tone. My mother's silence was answer enough for my grandmother. "Very well, but I won't talk to you until you take a shower. Meri, you reek."

Meri lifted her arm and took a whiff, scrunching her nose in the aftermath. "Oh," Meri said, then left my grandmother and I alone. My grandmother only shrugged her shoulders in my direction. Then left as well, in the direction of the kitchen. 

Alone in the front hall, I let my eyes fixate on the front door. The faded white wood wrapped around three long glass panes. They hung in a row starting a few inches from the top of the door and ended halfway down. Framed by crystal like edges, that reflected the light perfectly. Red, yellow, green, blue and indigo lit up the hall. Creating little rainbows dancing along the beat up hard wood floors, and up the pale gray walls. The room calm and empty, but the pit of my stomach twisted. Something wasn't right, and it hadn't been for a while. Something or... someone had been trying to tell me this for weeks. Maybe, it wasn't my imagination getting the better of me, or the lack of sleep. Maybe, all this psychic readings, talking to the dead, and alternate planes was real. I close my eyes, and reflect on the voice from last night. Beckoning them to come forward. 

"Molly, where are you?" I whisper.

"I told you. I'm not dead." A voice echoed in my head. "My soul, and by body have simply separated, and... I've misplaced my body portion."

"That sounds a lot like being dead." I argued to the air.

"Well it's not, but it will be if it continues." The voiced urged.  

"I don't really see how I can help in this kind of situation. I don't believe in this paranormal shenanigans." I say out loud.  

"I've lost contact with Meri. I'm not sure why. You need to talk to her. See if she's still looking for me." 

I sigh. "Well, that might give me some answers either way." If I'm going crazy, or if this whole psychic thing was real.

Down the hall to my mother's suite, the door ajar. Her wrapped in a towel, hair still wet. She smells better, but her eyes still carry dark bags under them. She sees me. She doesn't shoo me out, like she normally would. Instead, she falls to the edge of the bed. Sitting with her hands to her forehead, silent tears begin to collect on her cheek, and drip to the floor.

"Is this about Molly?" Is all I say. The silent tears turn into loud grieving sobs. I know I'm right, and wrong. 

"I can't find her." Meri says between sobs.

Author's Note:
The prompt for this chapter is Your character has an extreme feeling that something is not right. 
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