Author's Note: Just an idea that I've been playing around with. It's a interesting one for sure. I hope you like this one as well. I'm addicted to Ghost Adventures lol.
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Full Summary:
In her dreams she can see what's going to happen long before it does.
For the past month a mysterious man graces her dreams as she tries to save him over and over, always losing him in the end. She has no idea who he is but is taken back when she comes across him on the TV as Ghost Adventures lead investigator Zak Bagans.
Now she must find a way to meet him and save him before her dream becomes a reality
But will he believe her or think of her as some freaky, creepy stalker fan?
Only time will tell.
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Prologue
"No! No! Not again!" She exclaimed, the ground beneath her started to spin out of control. The sickness creeping up on her, feeling herself being ripped out of her dreams once again. His mangled body laid still and lifeless in the middle of the street. Blood started to surface from his head. Bones were broken and no matter how many times she relived this moment it still brought her to her knees.
"Somebody please help!" Her cries for help barely able to make out through the screeching of the car as it bolted from the scene.
Out of sight, out of mind long before anyone could figure out the driver had one too many to drink.
She fought to hang on to the dream. It hurt so much as her head felt like it was going to explode. Cursed with the ability to see these damming visions were never gentle or smooth. They were always cryptic and painful, crippling her to the max.
But she had to hang on...just awhile longer. She was so tired of reliving this dreaded, awful dream each night for the past month that she had to get clues, something, anything.
It always ended the same...this guy she did not know struck down by a car and laid to his death. No one around to save him, not even to help him. And all she could do was watch and be tormented by this strangers untimely demise.
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Freya bolted up right in her bed, sweat pouring down her face. Her hair was plastered to her face, her breathing was quick and rough. She clinched her chest with her shaking hands gasping for air and her heart pounded so hard she felt the vibrations in her ears. Tears filled in the corners of her eyes and all she could do was let out a cry.