Ghost Adventures: The Reunion - Chapter 1#

The sun was setting fast while I waited in traffic. I glanced at my dashboard and it's almost eight o'clock. Great. I'm not a fan of driving at night. I'm not a fan of the night period. The sky was darkening with heavy purple and rust tinted clouds. The air was very humid too. There's a storm building.
"God, I hate traffic," I complained to myself.  I've never seen the boulevard so backed up before.
A flash of lightning broke the dark sky and brought a roar of rumbling thunder with it. I've gotten use to the Nevada weather. I live in Henderson and it's mostly just hot here and every once in a while we have a summer storm but it's spring.... I laughed to myself because of the irony. I guess mother nature knows my dislike of both night and storms. Thanks for humoring me.
The traffic started moving again but it was so slow. I started tapping my steering wheel as I grew more impatient. This is my own fault. I work morning shift at Paseo Verde Library and it's like my second home. I love my job and the people that work there. They act more like my family then my own flesh and blood. Occasionally I stay after work to bury myself in books. It's so easy for me to lose track of time and I should know better by now not to let myself do that. Traffic is something I haven't gotten use too. It's normal here because Las Vegas is so close. There always seem to be thousands of people flying in for vacations and weddings on a weekly basis.
I was three cars behind the green light now. There was multiple red and blue flashing light's ahead. There was police cars and ambulances everywhere. There was only one officer directing traffic. The streets was covered in shattered glass. My chest started feeling tight for some reason.... There was a smashed up blue mustang in the middle of the crossing. It looked so bad. There's no way that somebody could had survived that. The other car was already on the back bed of the tow truck covered up in a grey tarp.
Out of no where the rain began to pour down and the lightning became more frequent and wicked. I heard a few loud taps on my window to my left. From the corner of my eye I thought I seen a dark figure and I turned my attention to it, thinking that it was a police officer, but there was nothing there. A sick feeling hit my stomach instantly and the chill's ran up my arms.
No, not here, don't go into a panic attack, I told myself over and over again.
I tried to slow my breathing but failed completely. I started hyperventilating and my hands began to sweat. Lucky for me it was my turn and I got out of there as fast as the speed limit allowed me. I don't need to explain why I have these attacks to a police officer which would send me back into a second one. I'm not sure how I made it home. It was all a blur. It seemed like it took forever for me to unlock my front door because my hands was shaking so bad. Soon as I was safe inside my home, I started to calm down. I decided to forget dinner and take a hot shower since my stomach was still weak. I stood there for a good five minutes to let the warm water relax me. Don't let the past take over your life, Rebecca.... It's been almost four years now.... I thought to myself. Four years.... wow.
The shower ended too soon and I went straight to bed. I cocooned myself in my blanket's to stay warm. I blocked everything out from my mind and let the soothing rain from outside relax me until I fell to sleep.
It was hard to get up the next morning. I was still tired from last night's episode. But I wanted to forget about that....
I sat up in my bed and took a deep breath to make sure I wasn't going to have another panic attack. My lungs seemed clear and easy and my heart is at a normal pace. I got up from my bed and stretched. I think I'll be okay today....
I went to the bathroom and was horrified when I seen myself in the mirror. My hair was a frizzy mess. That's what I get for going to bed with wet hair. I brushed through my thick jungle-like hair until it was smooth and then pulled it up to a stylish sloppy bun. I didn't like wearing to much makeup because my skin is very olive from my native american heritage which makes it hard to find the right concealer that matches my tone. And eye-shadow can be a nightmare for me. I love the smoky eye look but it's not flattering when you have grey eyes like me. Seriously. We grey eyed people look like vampires or something.
I grabbed my black eyeliner from my makeup case and thinly lined my eyes and then added mascara. I finished with a almost nude lip gloss. I went back to my room to change clothes. I dressed in a plain white short-sleeved t-shirt with a V neck and ripped hollow out jeans from my favorite online clothing store. I put on my black sneakers and went downstairs to the kitchen and made some scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast. While I ate, I turned my laptop on. I had a message from my mom but I didn't want to read it. She'll probably be pissed when she doesn't get a reply back soon. I call and text both my parents and they never answer or reply back to me. I don't have much of a relationship with my parents anymore. They didn't like my old job or hobby as they referred to it. And they definitely don't like my job now. They wanted me to go to college and become a doctor or a lawyer like my cousin Teresa. I swear, my family makes everything a competition. It's always jealousy and drama. And since I didn't follow in my parents footsteps, now I'm some kind of embarrassment and big disappointment to them. The only time I hear from them is when there's a family reunion or a funeral. It's sad but whatever, my life is better off without them.
I checked on Facebook to see what's new and how my friends are starting off their Friday morning. I regretted as soon as I began to stroll down. Channel 13 had in big bold words of a deadly crash in Henderson and a picture of the scene. I quickly signed off and finished my breakfast. The ground was still wet from the storm last night but the air was cool and breezy. I got to the library at the same time my friend Tiffany was just getting out of her car. Her brown eyes lit up and she smiled her big white smile and waved at me. She was super tall and had gorgeous blonde hair. She was bubbling with excitement when I parked my car next to hers.
"It's to early to be in such a happy mood Tif," I rolled my eyes and laughed as I got out of my car. She laughed too. "Here, this will wake you up," She said in her british accent as she handed me my favorite Starbucks cappuccino. "Oh my gosh, you are a lifesaver!" I took a sip, didn't care if I burnt my tongue. I needed something to get my energy level up. We walked to the library, well actually I walked, Tiffany was skipping her way up to the library doors. We said our "Hello's" and "Good mornings" to our co-workers and the early birds that came to check out a book. Tiffany started working on collecting the returned books and putting them back in their rightful spot on the shelves. I watched in amazement because no offense and I would never tell her this, she doesn't really do much around here. There has to be something good going on for her to work.
After she finished stocking the shelves, she came back to start filling out paperwork that she has been asked to do for over a month now. "Are you okay?" I asked with obvious concern. Tiffany turned around with a funny shocked expression on her face. She looked around and then back to me again. "Me?" she gasped. "Yeah you, why are you in such a good mood? It almost revolting to watch," I laughed. That made her bust out laughing. Somebody from one of the book aisles made a rude obvious sound with their throat. She covered her mouth to try to drown out her laughter. She was like a giggly middle school girl with a crush. This has to be about a guy.
She took a deep breath and waited a few minutes, making sure she can trust herself not to burst into a second round of uncontrollable laughing. "Okay, have you ever heard of Ghost Adventures?" She asked. Wait, what? Ghost Adventures? What the hell is that? Not to mention the word ghost....
"Um... No," was all I could say. I quickly lost all interest. I concentrated on my breathing. I really don't want to suffer another panic attack. "Are you kidding me? You never heard of Ghost Adventures?", she shook her head disapprovingly. "Well, it's a great show! There's these paranormal investigator's that investigate haunted places. I'll admit, it's scary sometimes. But it's all worth it to see Zak Bagans! He's the lead investigator on the show." I let her babble on about it but I didn't pay close attention. I didn't want to risk it. "Zak and his crew is coming here to Henderson. He doesn't live that far from here. I'm hoping I get a chance to meet him," She gushed. I laughed at her. This Zak guy must be a real heart breaker. "I still can't believe you never heard of the show," she said shaking her head back and forth. "I don't watch TV that much." I admitted. It wasn't a lie. Tiffany gave me a wide eyed look and then went back to her paperwork. I took a deep breath. This is going to be a long day....