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  Crazy Files

  Yvi Valentin

  Book one of The Crazy Files Series

  Crazy Files, book one of The Crazy Files Series

  Copyright © 2013 by Yvi Valentin

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any printed or electronic form without prior permission from the author.

  This book is dedicated with love to my mom, Evelyn.

  Chapter 1

  I was in an unknown location. The building was beautiful and white. It looked like something from the ancient Roman or Greek era. Corinthian columns framed every entrance, giving me the feeling that a lot of thought went into the design of this building. It must have been very important for some reason not yet known to me. I walked onto the balcony to clear my head and look at the stars which always gave me comfort. When I looked up, I was astounded when I saw entire galaxies.

  “That’s weird,” I said to myself. “You can’t see entire galaxies from earth.”

  I was in awe as I noticed a cluster of blue orbs in a circular pattern descending from the sky towards me. The bright glow emanating from them left me breathless. It was such a beautiful sight that left me in a state of wonderment. I would have loved to stay there forever and gaze at the beautiful balls of light.

  Suddenly I was surrounded by a huge crowd of people. I felt like each of them wanted to tell me something, but I didn’t know what. I walked back into what I could only describe as my home and as I tried to close the door, I felt like someone was on the other side trying to get in. It was like something out of a horror movie; the only difference was that I wasn’t scared for some odd reason. If it hadn’t been a dream I would have been terrified. I felt unnaturally calm considering the situation. I wondered what was happening when I heard a pound on the door. It didn’t make me jump like I normally would have.

  “What the hell was that?” I mumbled to myself as I looked out the window on the door. There was something stuck to it. I opened the door and saw the sticker. I peeled it off to examine it closer. It was a vampire. I looked around to see a man who held an entire sheet filled with the same stickers as the one on my door. I stared at him for a while, as if I was entranced by him. I felt some sort of connection to him even though I had never seen him before. I knew something important was happening, but I wasn’t sure what it was.

  Soon I noticed the crowd of people had me surrounded again and I quickly woke up only to see them all surrounding my bed. I screamed in horror of the sight and they all disappeared. I stayed in bed for a while as I thought about my strange dream. I couldn’t explain it, but I knew it was important for some unknown reason. I couldn’t explain how, but I knew it was just the beginning.

  I forced myself out of bed and looked around for my phone. Once I found it, I searched my contacts and called my best friend. He didn’t answer so I left a message saying, “Hey Brian, its Aimee. Can you come over? I need someone to talk to. Things are happening again.”

  I paced around my apartment as I waited for a call or text from Brian. I looked out the window in an attempt to calm myself down. For some reason I always found it calming to look down at the streets of Chicago even though the city may have seemed chaotic to some. I found myself in a trance like state. To most people it looked like I was just spacing out, but I knew what was really going on. I wasn’t sure how long I was in that state, but it didn’t seem to be long before I was snapped out of it by a knock at the door.

  I walked over and looked in the peephole to see Brian smiling at me. It was almost as if he knew I was on the other side of the door. I thought it was strange but dismissed it as a coincidence. The second I opened the door, Brian rushed inside.

  “Are you okay?” Brian asked. “You sounded like you were in distress in your message.”

  “I don’t know Brian,” I answered. “I had this weird dream and when I woke up, part of it was there in my room.”

  “What was the dream about?”

  I told him everything that happened in my dream down to the vampire sticker placed on the door. I told him about how I saw the crowd around my bed when I woke up and how I thought there was something important about the dream. When I finished talking, I could tell Brian thought carefully about what he was going to say. I had a feeling something big was coming.

  “Maybe they’re ghosts. You have seen them before.” He looked deep in thought, as if he knew more than he was letting on.

  “Do you think they were trying to talk to me?” I asked.

  “Yeah, remember what happened with your grandparents?”

  “Yeah.” I saw my grandpa, who died before I was born. My eyes were closed when I saw him and I could see so much detail, his glasses, his dark hair and the reddish brown plaid shirt he was wearing. It scared me so I made him go away. Later that night, I saw my grandma, who died when I was in high school. She sent me a message through my dreams. “Do you think this dream is similar to what happened then?”

  “It could be.”

  “But how will I know?”

  “Trust your gut.”

  “Well my gut tells me that there’s something more to the dream. It’s important but how can I find out what’s so important about it?”

  “Don’t think; just tell me, what about your dream do you think is important?”

  “There’s something about the man I saw that’s important. He’s the key to figuring the whole thing out.”

  “The man with the stickers,” Brian laughed.

  “Yes, Brian, the man with the stickers,” I laughed.

  “Do you think there’s something important about the stickers?”

  “No, I think they were just a way to get my attention.” I paused for a moment as I thought about the man. There was something familiar about him, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I knew I’ve never seen him anywhere before. I felt a certain pull towards him that I couldn’t quite explain. How could I have been so attracted to someone I’ve only seen in a dream?

  “Aims,” Brian said as he snapped his fingers in front of my face. “Is there anybody home?”

  I didn’t realize I had put myself into another trance. “Oh, sorry.”

  “What were you thinking about?”

  “That man, he just seems so familiar. I don’t know what it is about him.”

  “You have the hots for him don’t you?” he teased.

  “Maybe a little,” I blushed. “You’re so open about all this stuff. Why is that?”

  “I know what you’re going through. I know what it’s like to feel like a freak.”

  “I am a freak. I’ve never heard of anyone who can see the things I can. There’s no way this is normal. I’m twenty two years old; I shouldn’t be so preoccupied with this crazy stuff. I should be out having fun and living my life like normal women my age.” I was frustrated and angry with myself. “Who am I kidding? I’ve never been normal a day in my life, not even the day I was born.”

  “You’re not a freak Aims, you’re just going through some things that are hard to explain.”

  “What do you know about that?” I snapped. “You can’t see the things I do and you haven’t experienced the things I have.”

  “You see auras and I know there are other people who can see them. It’s how we figured out what was going on with you that time.”

  “I know, you helped me do the research and I’m grateful for that. You even helped me develop those skills further. It did make me feel a little bit better knowing I wasn’t alone in that, but that’s not all I can see and I still don’t have answers for those things.”

  “What other answers do you want?”

  “You know I can see things without actually seeing them. I don’t know how exactly to explain it. And you also know that sometimes, with my eyes closed, I
’ve been able to see people as clear as if I was looking at them with my eyes open. I know they weren’t dreams because I was awake at the time. The only real difference is that instead of colors, all I saw was bright blue, but somehow I managed to sense what some of the colors were supposed to be.”

  “Yes, I know all of that and you already know my theory on it.”

  “They can’t all be ghosts! Why would I see them in so many different ways? There’s something more to it, I know it.”

  “Maybe you’re just reading too much into it.”

  “Was it just my imagination? How could I imagine people I’ve never seen in my life? Maybe it’s possible, but I don’t know what to believe. There’s something going on and this is just the beginning.”

  “Have there been other things you haven’t told me about?” Brian asked suspiciously. It was like he already knew I was keeping something from him. I didn’t want to tell him, but he somehow always managed to get me to tell him things I had no intentions of talking about.

  “I hear voices,” I said hesitantly. “Sometimes they call my name. I’ve always tuned them out before I could hear anything else. It scares me. Are these voices ghosts or are they just voices in my head? What’s the difference between seeing and hearing ghosts and schizophrenia?”

  “You’re not schizophrenic, Aimee,” Brian said confidently.

  “How would you know? You’re not a doctor! Maybe I’m just a functioning schizophrenic, if that’s even a thing.” I kept thinking about going to see a doctor, just to make sure there was nothing wrong with me. I thought about getting my eyes checked too. I needed to know whether or not there was a logical explanation for everything I’ve experienced. Plus, if there was something wrong with me, I needed to know. Maybe I wasn’t as crazy as I thought. Maybe there was a logical explanation for everything.

  “I don’t think that’s a thing but if you’re really worried about it, maybe you should go see a doctor.”

  “It’s like you’re reading my mind,” I laughed.

  “That’s not possible,” he laughed uncomfortably as he nervously ran his fingers through what little there was of his short brown hair. It was like he knew something I didn’t. I got a feeling he was hiding something from me and I was going to find out what it was. “So what else aren’t you telling me? I know there’s more.”

  “I see static everywhere and I’ve tried to look it up to see if there’s an explanation for it, but I haven’t gotten any good results. I don’t think many people can see things the way I do.” I always hoped there was someone else out there who could see things the way I have, then maybe I wouldn’t have felt so alone. Maybe there was something wrong with me.

  “There are probably more people out there who can see the same things. You just haven’t met the right people yet but I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you.”

  “It’s still scary. I have no clue what I’ve been seeing. Everyone I’ve ever asked had no clue what I was talking about…so what’s going on with me? I just want answers, but I haven’t met anyone who was able to give them to me. Maybe a doctor can. If that doesn’t help, I don’t know what I’m going to do. I feel like I’m going to go crazy.” I felt so helpless. It was like there was nothing I could do to stop all the craziness from taking over.

  “You’re not going to go crazy Aimee,” Brian said as he tried to comfort me.

  “You don’t know that, Brian!” I yelled.

  Brian looked stunned by my reaction, probably because I’m usually seen as the sweet and innocent Aimee. “Come on Aimee, we both know you’re not going to go crazy. You just have special abilities and you have to learn what exactly they are and how to use them.”

  “What abilities?”

  Brian’s phone rang before he could answer my question, perfect timing. He walked into the kitchen and took the call. I thought it was weird; he’s never done that before. I tried to listen in on his conversation. He was talking so quietly that I knew he didn’t want me to hear whatever he was talking about. Something was going on and I was determined to find out what it was.

  “She knows something’s up, she saw you in her dream last night,” Brian whispered.

  There was a pause while the person on the other end responded.

  “I don’t think she’s ready for that yet.”

  Another pause.

  “She could run away from all this if it happens too soon.”

  Pause.

  “I know what’s at stake but I don’t think it would be smart for us to rush into this.”

  The person on the other end of the conversation must have gotten upset because I could faintly hear the voice from where I was but I couldn’t make out any words.

  “Of course I know what this is doing to you, but I still think we should ease her into this. Let’s just meet and figure out a plan before we do anything.” Brian said his goodbyes and walked back into the living room. “Listen kiddo, I have to get going.”

  “Why? What’s going on?” I asked suspiciously.

  “It’s just a work thing. I have to go to a meeting.”

  “Oh, okay.” I was disappointed. There was so much more I wanted to talk to him about, so many more questions I wanted to ask.

  “We’ll finish this conversation later,” he said as he headed towards the door. “But I do think you should see a doctor. It’ll help ease your mind about everything.”

  “Alright, thanks Brian,” I said. I closed the door and lied down on the couch. My mind was racing as I played back the day’s events in my head. I knew there was something going on that Brian was keeping from me and I also knew that it had something to do with me. If he thought I was going to let him keep me in the dark forever, he had another thing coming.

  Chapter 2

  I was sitting in the doctor’s waiting room driving myself crazy! So many thoughts flashed through my mind, “is there something wrong with me? What happens if the doctor can’t find a reason for all these things that have been happening to me? Am I going to be institutionalized?” There was no doubt in my mind that I was crazy but then again, what has it ever meant to be normal? I’ve always thought being normal was overrated, but I felt like such a freak that I would have given anything to just be normal…whatever that was.

  “Calm down,” I whispered to myself. “Everything will be fine, I’m fine.”

  “Are you nervous?” asked a man in the waiting room. He gave me an unsettling feeling that I couldn’t shake but I didn’t know what to make of it.

  “A little,” I answered hesitantly.

  “I’m sure you’re not crazy,” he said. It was as if he knew what I was thinking and that made me feel even worse.

  “Thanks,” I said uncomfortably.

  “Aimee, the doctor will see you now,” the cheerful nurse said. She wouldn’t have been so cheerful if she was in my situation. I envied her; I wished I could have been that happy at least some of the time. It seemed like all I could think about was how much of a freak I was.

  “Good luck,” the man said with a smile.

  I nodded at him and let out the breath I was holding in. “Here we go.”

  I followed the nurse into what seemed like a labyrinth. There were countless hallways with doors everywhere…exam rooms…obviously. It only seemed scarier because of the reason I was there.

  “Right in here,” said the nurse. “Have a seat while I check your blood pressure.”

  I sat down and held my arm out. I tried to focus on my breathing hoping it would help ease my nerves…it wasn’t going very well. “I’m a bit nervous…incase my blood pressure is high.”

  “Completely understandable,” the nurse said happily. “It happens to the best of us, but don’t worry, I’m sure everything will be just fine.”

  “Yeah,” I said, attempting a smile. I had to admit, it did make me feel a little better…a little…not much. I never really liked doctor visits. Though, I’ve never been sure as to why. I figured it was one of those things that started early an
d stuck with me throughout the years.

  Shortly after my blood pressure was taken, the doctor walked in. She was tall with long, dark brown hair. Her big blue eyes looked kind and she seemed to have a permanent smile on her face. She was even more cheerful than the nurse who brought me into the room. I didn’t get how some people could be so cheerful all the time. Maybe I was being cynical about everything; it had been invading my brain at every possible moment.

  “Hi, I’m doctor Robins, how are you doing today?” she asked.

  “I’m okay…I guess.” I replied.

  “Alright, tell me what’s been going on,” she said, seeming slightly less cheerful and a little more serious.

  “I don’t know. I’ve been seeing a lot of things.” I was hesitant to tell her just how crazy I was.

  “What kind of things?”

  I took a deep breath. “I see auras and ghosts and things I’m not exactly sure how to explain. What I’m wondering is if these things are normal. Is there something wrong with me?” I really just wanted to ask if I needed to be locked away in an insane asylum, but I stopped myself. I wanted to figure out a more graceful way to bring it up…if that was possible.

  I could tell she was trying to keep her cheerful composure, but she seemed worried and I wondered why she would be so worried about a complete stranger. After a moment she said, “That depends on what else you’ve been seeing. Can you describe some of it?”

  “Do you know what snow is? Like the static you see on an old TV when you’re on a channel that has no signal.”

  “Yes, is that what you see?”

  “Yeah, it’s everywhere…but it’s almost invisible, I can see through it. Everything around me is clear, but I can see this “snow” or whatever it is too. Is there an explanation for it?” I was trying to hide my fear but failed miserably.

  “Have you been to an optometrist?”

  “Yes and they didn’t see anything wrong with my eyes.” I was almost in a panic. I tried to regain my composure and said, “there’s more…other things I’ve been seeing…” I trailed off, unsure of whether or not I should tell Dr. Robins the rest.