Cara Morgan was killed in a horrific accident. She has been sent to a parallel universe where the dead thrive. Her parents there didn't know she existed until she died, but her old parents don't know that they could make contact. Cara makes it her mission to re-join her family in her previous universe, but the dead in her world are determined to stop her. Will she ever make it back? Will she ever make contact?
*Awesome cover by Lily Anna Nightshade!*


4. Finding Out

Two days earlier…

“Have you heard from Cara?” Cara’s mum – Jane – Shouted to her husband, Sam.

“No, I thought that she was meant to be back by three, but she’s still not here and it’s now half past.” His voice was steady, but his eyes were full of worry for his fourteen year-old daughter.

“I’m sure she’s at swimming, perhaps a catch-up session and she forgot to text? Her phone will be in her locker…yeah, that must be why” Jane nodded to herself.

“But wait, the swimming pool’s shut early on a Tuesday. Four o’ clock it says on the website.” Sam looked puzzled.

“So if she’s not there, where is she? She must have finished school at two forty-five, and, oh wait! What if she got herself a detention or something! She wouldn’t want to tell us, knowing her, so…but then again, all her teachers are really pleased with her school effort, and she really wants to do well this term…so, oh I don’t know, maybe she just got held up. Let’s wait and see, eh?” Jane’s hands were slightly shaking, meaning she nearly dropped the mug in her hand.

“Yeah, let’s see.” They were both quiet, as they sat drinking their tea. Something didn’t feel right.

Jane was terrified inside; Cara was never late home. She was so punctual, that she often got annoyed if she arrived at a party or somewhere even just a second or two late. Jane smiled at the thought. Cara was such a funny girl, so original and sweet.  Worry crept up inside her and she furrowed her brows as if to squash it.

“I wonder if she left her phone at home by accident…” Sam’s deep voice split through the air.

“Oh, maybe! Let’s search the house for it!” Jane was pleased to have something to take her mind off it.

“I’ll ring it, see if it’s there, also, if she answers, we might find out where she is.” Sam seemed to convince Jane for a second, but then her worry returned.

As Sam pressed the contact name 'Cara' he knew that he might not get an answer. What then? No matter, he was calling now.

'Bring bring. Bring bring. Bring bring. Bring bring. bring bring. bring bri- You have been put through to the Vodaphone voicemail service. Please leave a message after the tone. Booooop.'

Jane started to shake again. It was scary, not knowing where your daughter was. That was when the doorbell rang.

"Cara, is that you?" Jane rushed to the door and swung it open, to see Dal, Cara's best friend at the door, weeping uncontrollably.

"Dal, my dear girl, what on earth is the matter?" Jane had grown to like Dal, for she was a kind, sweet girl, with a decent heart. Now though, she was rather panicked about her. Poor girl, she never cried. Never. So why now, was she in such a state?

"I-it-it's C-Ca-Cara, g-got h-hit b-b-b-y a c-car an-and now sh-she, she's, she's. oh my god, she's dead and I, I, no, she's dead, but she can't be sh-she can't be and the car it was sc-schreeching and I..." Dal fainted in the porch, her chestnut eyes rolling back inside her head.

"Excuse me, Mrs Morgan, we have some grave news," It was a police man, but Jane couldn't hear him, she was too focused on Dal, "Mrs Morgan, your daughter, Cara Morgan, well, she died this afternoon at 3:42 pm. We cannot express our sorrows for you and your family."

Mrs Jane Morgan fell to the floor screaming her daughter's name.

The whole street heard her desperate screams.

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