Here is the second installment of my pet project The Ghost Writer.
(This idea is copyrighted by me)
The typewriter had been a gift from her boyfriend, Dean Calloway, for her 19th birthday. As far as Casidi knew there wasn’t anything special about it. It couldn’t read minds or anything. How her dream had ended up on there in the perfect mystery novel form was beyond her.
Finally, Casidi pushed the odd incident out of her mind and worked on her Modern World History assignment.
At 7:30, Casidi donned her jacket, packed everything into her book bag, and set out for the café. She and Dean have a standing date every Friday morning at 7:45 and they haven’t missed one since the spring semester began two months ago.
He was waiting for her in their spot. As soon as Dean spotted her, he stood up and pulled out her chair.
“Thanks babe,” She said as he kissed her cheek.
“Anything for you,” Came his reliable answer. He sat across from her and adjusted his brown-rimmed glasses.
“So… something weird happened this morning.”
“What would that be?” Dean pushed a mocha towards Casidi, like he did ever Friday morning.
“You know that typewriter you got me?” Casidi clipped her long auburn hair out of her face.
“Well, I had this crazy dream last night, woke me up even, and it had been typed up. Every last detail, just like some fiction piece.”
“You probably did it in your sleep. Didn’t you tell me you sleep walk sometimes?”
“Yeah, but do you really think I could do that in my sleep? I mean, it was written well, the spelling was all correct… I don’t know, I just think it’s really weird.”
“What else could’ve happened though?” Dean asked as he sipped his steaming hot Americano.
“There isn’t really another explanation is there?”
“Well…” Dean got a glint in his eye. “The typewriter could have come alive and read your mind. Or you’re being possessed by some evil Japanese spirit… have you been to Japan recently? Or you are unknowingly part of some dream experiment. Or you are doing drugs. So which is it?”
By this point Casidi was laughing. “Ok, ok, I wrote it up in my sleep.”
“Mystery solved!” Dean spread his arms wide, causing a few sleepy eyes to glare at him with distaste.
They continued on with their conversation, talking about plans for the day and assignments they hated, not knowing that the entire conversation was being listened to.