JENNY

CAN SOULS TRAVEL THROUGH REAL LIFE BODIES IN REAL TIME......

So I am sitting in class and the lecturer is just talking away teaching some lesson and my mind is completely out the window looking at clouds.  I am not even making shapes out of the clouds, I am just thinking maybe Jenny is there. I mean where could Jenny even be? The teacher tells us to turn the page to the next chapter.  It was about ancient folklore, fables, tall tales, ghost stories, and fairy tales.  However, a lot that we have been covering in the class has been about how real life events or occurrences and how so much comes from stories told from generation to generation.  The teacher starts to talk about Jinns and how they are spirits of some sort, made from smokeless fire, and we cannot see them but they are all around us.  They are like angels, but angels just worship God and really have no choices and don't disobey or fall to temptation.  Jinns are like angels but have the human faults of falling into temptation and committing sin and the choice to choose between good and bad.  The teacher taught us that the concept of Genies come from Jinns.  In ancient times, different sorcerers, witchdoctors, and spiritual healers were able to summon spirits or jinns and request favors, some could even control them to do certain acts, some which could seem supernatural to the human eye.  It is also been theorized that aliens are in fact jinns.  The teacher finally finishes the class saying that there are five sense known to us, but there are seven senses total.  Two which are only discovered by a few selected humans.  One sense can let someone see through the stars, form predictions, and gain knowledge from the first layer of heaven.  The other sense is being able to cross into the fourth and fifth dimensions, there are seven dimensions as well.  Humans have only experienced three so far.  Jinns live in the fourth dimension and if you are lucky enough to cross you can see them and maybe even conjure one up.  Just as I started to focus on the information the teacher was delivering to us, the school bell rang.  I started to think maybe Jenny could have disappeared into one of these dimensions.  Oh wait, didn't you hear.  They never found Jenny.  It was a week ago, we were coming back from a field trip.  We had went to Edgar Allen Poe's graveyard site and some close by literary museums and historical landmarks.  It was part of an Explore Baltimore package my teacher signed our class up for.  The school bus was driving at a normal speed, although it was raining heavily.  The roads were winding and we were near a bridge, an old bridge.  Nothing fancy, it was a rundown area, near the historical district where pride was taken on maintaining the authenticity of the city.  All of a sudden the school bus started to skid and it leaned onto one side until the tire gave out and the bus was on its side.   Broken glass was everywhere, high school children thrown from the seats, scraped and rattled.  It was a sense of quietness and calm for a brief moment after the bus overturned.  All you could hear was the pitter patter of the rain against the huge yellow obstruction on the road.  We could hear people screaming from outside, I guess they were drivers of the car that witnessed the bus flipping to the side and now were blocked.  I could hear them screaming, "Get the school children out, get the school children out!"  I wanted to scream we are in here, but I could scream, my legs were stuck in between two seats squashed together by the impact.  I realized the bus had in fact flipped over and the crash was bigger than I thought.  I could feel the rain against my face seeping in from the broken windows.  My hands a few streaks of blood from getting scraped as the bus toppled over.  I started to feel dizzy and lightheaded.  I could hear an ambulance in the distant.  My eyes started to close.  Wait, "eyes stay open, where is she, where is Jenny, I don't see her!"  Eyes close. I woke up the next day in a hospital.  It was night.  I could see my mother’s coat on the chair next to my hospital bed.  I am assuming she went outside for coffee or fresh air.  I was hooked up to a bunch of IV and a heart monitor.  How long was I even out for, what happened after the accident. It is night, it is dark in the hospital and all the lights are out in the hallway as well.  There is only one light flickering close to the nursing station.  I am scared.  What is going on?  I see an image dash across the hallway, right outside my door.  A dark image that runs quickly as the light flickers.  It’s as if it wants to been seen yet hidden.   I started to panic, what the hell is it.  My heart rate starts to go up.  Wait, what is going on.  It is coming closer to my room.  What is it, is it a creature.  I can hear its footsteps.  It is getting closer.  Where is the call bell, where is the button to push for the nurses.  Someone please help me.  It is getting closer.......what the.......it’s Jenny.  "Jenny, why are covered in all of this blood!"  "Are you okay, what is going on?" I am thinking these thoughts but I cannot scream them out to her.  I can make a single noise from my mouth.  I am thinking all these things, rapidly, quickly, like one after the other.  Jenny puts her hand on my chest and says, "calm down, I am okay, I just need to let you know I am okay and I will contact you.....someway.......just how to figure out........how to navigate."  "Wait, what are you saying Jenny, navigate what, this doesn't make sense” I hear my mom's voice, the nurse, and another man's voice by the door.  My heart was starting to go down with the help of Jenny, but then I realized how was she able to hear my thoughts, I wasn't talking out loud yet she was answering my questions. My heart rate started going up and again and the door opens.  My mother runs to me and hugs me with a warm embrace of relief that her son is alive.  The nurse is smiling that I have finally woken up.  The man, he did not look so happy, he looked more concerned and frustrated. "Honey, the detective will like to as you some questions, is that okay?"  I nodded my head and turned to Jenny, but Jenny was gone.  She was not sitting at the foot of my bed anymore.  The lights were on really bright, hurting my eyes, but Jenny was nowhere around.  The nurses fidgeted with all the tubes and wires hooked on to me, checking my vitals.  My breathing was a little rapid trying to figure out where Jenny could have disappeared to....and then the detective spoke up.  He had a very serious and stern voice, deep and threatening.  He sounded suspicious and wanted to know more clues or his questions answered. Son, your school bus flipped over while you were coming back from a field trip.  That was two days ago.  The bus driver passed away shortly after the accident as his wounds were the worst from the cuts of the windshield.  All students are well and accounted for........you had the second worse injuries........you were knocked out cold.  And.....well are students are accounted for.......except for Jenny.  She is nowhere to be found.  Do you know if she maybe did not get on the bus when all students were leaving the field trip?  Did she remain behind?" Immediately my voice came back, "She was next to me, she sat next to me on the bus! I know she did, she wasn't left behind. What are you guys talking about, Jenny was here, and she came and visited me at the hospital.  She was just here, she came to see me a few minutes before you did."  My mom ran next to me, placing her hand on my head, there was still a bunch of bandages wrapped around it.  "Please detective, can’t we do this another time, I mean he just woke up."  The nurse started to shove the detective towards the door.  "He needs his rest,” the nurse spoke up. "Let him be cleared by the neurologist, and then you can ask him your questions."  The nurse was stern in her demands. The detective walks towards the door and starts to walk out, but before he leaves he quickly asks, "did Jenny open the back door of the bus and jump out before the accident, how can she just disappear into thin air!?!"  The detective was bewildered and frustrated I was not able to answer his questions. The nurse closed the light and walked out as well.  "Now relax", my mom said in her soft and comforting voice.  She rest my head against her and place her hand on my cheek.  "You believe me don't you mom?” I hesitantly ask her.  There was a brief pause filled with silence.  "I will always believe you and I am so happy you are alive and okay."  She ran out crying, grabbing her coat with her. I laid down and closed my eyes.  I thought to myself where could she be, she couldn't just disappear from the bus, could she. Jenny, where are you? I thought to myself. I opened my eyes and it was complete darkness.  I felt someone in the room with me.  It felt cold all of a sudden.  The hair stood up on my neck and arms.  "Mom, is that you?"  No answer. "It's me, Jenny", she spoke clearly but whispered it into my ear.  She was next to my face and I couldn't see her. "Jenny, is that you, they are looking for you, the detectives, your family....tell them....tell them you are here."  I tried to reach for the call bell to beep the nurse to come right away.  Jenny moved it away and instead handed me a green folder.  It was my chart information. The chart shows that I had a concussion and injury to my abdomen and that my appendix was removed.  I looked down on the bottom of my chart and it says evaluate for possible lower extremity paralysis.  I started to panic, what does this mean.  I quickly tossed the bed sheets off of my legs, thinking "did they have to cut off my legs!!!"  My legs are still there, thank GOD!!!!  I was speechless.  I couldn't talk anymore.  I was in shock.  I couldn't wiggle my toes.  I can’t move legs.  What is going on?  I am thinking these things in fast paced thoughts circling my head.  Jenny grabs my legs and says, "It is true you are paralyzed, but it is only temporary.  I need to use your legs for right now.  Just so I can find out what happened to me!"  She sees the terror, disbelief, and confusion in my eyes.  She can tell my brain is unable wrap around any of this.  She presses hard against my legs and I start to feel some pressure.  I can feel some sensation.  She grabs my hands and pulls me and says walk.  I stumbled at first, leaning off the bed and then I caught myself and able to carry my weight on my legs.  I can walk Jenny.  She smiled.  Her face was still white, so pale white.  Her eyes looked empty and worried.  I reached out to her hand to walk close to her.  Her hands were ice cold but she guided me close to her.  I wanted to hug her and let her know I was not scared when she was by my side.  I thought how come when she is around I cannot speak but she can hear my thoughts and she can talk to me.  How come when she comes near, my vision is unclear, like I am blind?  I started to close my eyes and was going into a deep sleep. Jenny whispered to me that we had to escape the hospital soon.  She heard through the whispers of the ghosts of the hospital that death was coming soon for me.  I giggled thinking how silly are these stories she is telling me.  I told her I was fine and I am recovering.  I looked into her eyes, she looked scared, very concerned, indicating it was not a joke. The door handle starts to move, Jenny turns her head, the nurse walks in, Jenny is gone, just like that she disappears.  The nurse has my night medication and a glass of cold water.  She places them down on the table to fix my pillow for me.  She sees that my body is soaked in sweat and doesn't understand what happened since I was not running a fever.  She hesitates to come near me and grabs her cross hanging from her neck right away and starts to real a few quick prayers. She quickly gives me my meds and runs out of the room.  The next morning they had told me that the doctor would come in and discuss my CT and MRI results with my family.  My mother came in first with flowers and 'Get Well Soon' balloons. She told me we should hurry up and get me dressed and she was ready to take me home.  She was a bit out of character.  Usually she is carefree and laid back and sweet mother.  Today she was very rushed, worried and trying to get out of there quick. I couldn't walk again this morning, I couldn't even feel my legs.  She helped me onto the wheelchair, placing all my weight on her tiny framed body.  She was determined to get me out of there.   She is pushing my wheelchair aggressively. The detective screams for us to stop halfway down the hall.  Hospital security stops us right as we approached the elevators.  I realized my mom was protecting me from more agonizing questions.  I think there has been a revelation or advancement in Jenny’s disappearance case. The detective said that yesterday night someone dug the grave of the bus driver and now his dead body is missing out of the casket.  The only thing that was remaining was a tape recorder, a mini one with a small mini cassette in it.  The detective tell my mother and I that the contents of the cassette are very disturbing. He pushes play and at first you hear everything quiet.  The detective thinks some of the school kids that attended the funeral may have placed the tape recorder in his casket at the viewing.  There are rumors going on that you could record if the soul can travel or not.  The tape continues to play with nothing but silence.  Then all of a sudden you can hear some rustling, some noises.  You can hear the bus driver screaming with loud shrieks, "What do you want from me, what do you guys want, where are you taking me!!!!!" He is screaming in pain and begging whatever is harming him to stop.  The screams get louder and louder.  My mother covers her ears and tears roll down her eyes.  Then all of a sudden you hear two other voices in the background.  Those voices.......are familiar.........wait those voices are me and Jenny.....THAT IS US TALKING!!!! But wait, it was the conversation from last night, when Jenny visited my room.  It was everything recorded from her helping me walk.  The tape ends with the bus driver giving one last extremely loud and horrific shriek!!!!!!!!!! And it ends.  The detective and my mom are looking at me horrified.  "I don't know anything, I don't know what is going on!!!!"  I pleaded with them. The both looked down at my feet.  My feet were covered in dried mud, dirt in my toenails.  The detective speaks firmly, "How did you get mud on your feet, if you are paralyzed and cannot walk son?!"  There was huge pause of confusion.  What is going on....did I just walk with Jenny in the night and visit the bus driver’s grave?  I am thinking to myself, Jenny, where are you, what is going on? I am so confused? Nothing is making sense.....what is happening............jinns....genies........jenny...........chapter two: next time..........