Free Dead Sure?: A Paranormal Mystery by Eric Webster Page A

nonchalantly.
    “What just happened? --- Are you okay?” Sam stuttered with a look of confusion on his face.
    “I am fine. What are you talking about, silly?” Rene said with a big warm smile on her face.
    “Just a minute ago you were holding your head, practically doubled over in pain.”
    “Sam, I don’t know what you are talking about.”
    “Seriously, you don’t remember a thing?” he said utterly mystified.
    “Sam, you’re starting to freak me out a little. Let’s talk about something else. I bet you wouldn’t have guessed that I am somewhat clairvoyant. In fact, right now, I foresee us going out Friday night for a quick bite to eat and a movie.”
    “You do, huh? Well, I guess your powers really do work. I feel sure that will happen,” he said with a chuckle.

Chapter 9 A twist in Time June 14 th , 1986
    A twist in Time
    June 14 th , 1986
     
     
     
     
    It was a gorgeous sunny Saturday morning as Tim left the house. He gave his daughter Missy a kiss and a hug, and asked her to join him while he went rummaging. Missy didn’t like to go to garage sales with her father. He was an avid history buff and had to scrutinize each and every old “thing” he saw. He was particularly fond of the 1920’s and had an extensive collection of coins and postcards from that era.
    Tim already knew what Missy’s response would be before he asked the question. “Well, grandmother should be back from the store shortly. I’ll see you in a couple hours, and please stay out of mischief.” Not that he was worried, Missy was a congenial kid. She had a beautiful warm smile that always made you feel good, but left you wondering what she was up to.
    Tim hopped in his car, an old 1969 Buick Skylark, and headed off. He always imagined what fabulous treasure he might uncover. Usually the anticipation was better than the actual finds.
    Ten minutes later he arrived at the first address circled in the newspaper.  As he pulled up he saw that this rummage sale didn’t look too promising, but he couldn’t be sure without checking it out.  Hopping out of the car, he walked up. His first assessment proved to be correct. The sale was comprised of a bunch of kids’ clothes, some toys, dishware and some other miscellaneous things. On to the next one, he thought. Oh, how he loved the hunt! He had seven more yard sales to go.
    After seven not-so-great sales, Tim was starting to feel a little disappointed. Usually he found a few good tidbits. Today, though, had proved fruitless, he had not made even a single purchase. Ever the optimist, Tim’s mood picked up as he pulled up to the last sale. This one was in an older neighborhood. Each table was loaded down with boxes filled with all sorts of interesting items.  The first box Tim looked into contained old record albums. The next box had old books, and another was filled with old postcards—jackpot!  Several boxes into the sale Tim’s patience had been rewarded with numerous items he was going to purchase.
    The white-haired gentleman running the sale had seen Tim accumulating an armload of stuff. Recognizing a good customer when he saw one, the old man quickly provided Tim with an empty box, making it easier to accumulate even more.
    An hour later, Tim had managed to work his way through all of the tables box by box. He had left “no stone unturned” as the cliché goes.  Tim had managed to completely fill the box the old man had given him. He proceeded over to the card table, where the old couple was sitting to complete his purchase.
    “Holy cow, mister, you’re my best customer of the day!” said the old man enthusiastically.
    “Yah, this has to be one of the better sales I’ve been to,” said Tim with just as much enthusiasm.
    The white-haired gentlemen began the tedious task of taking each of the items out of the box. His wife rolled her eyes, a look of impatience coming over her face.
    “Harry, just charge him twenty dollars for the lot.”
    “No, Martha,” he