What The Eyes Can't See

Chapter 9

The next morning he was surprised to see that Emily wasn’t awake yet. She usually beat him to the kitchen and would be waiting patiently for him to fix breakfast.

He walked back to her bedroom to check up on her. She was still sleeping deeply so he let her rest.

He walked back down to the kitchen and turned the small TV on. He watched the morning weather and tried to think of something he and Emily could do for the day. Maybe a trip to the Vegas zoo would do the both of them some good.

As he planned the day, his attention was reverted back to the TV as a breaking news story came on.

“Mike Taylor, the little boy that was reported missing last night, has been found. Local police, around 2 am this morning, picked him up close to his home. Our sources tell us that the boy stated, a man had taken him while he was walking home from school. The unidentified man took Mike Taylor to an abandoned warehouse where he locked the boy inside. While he was unable to describe the man who had taken him, he did describe a young girl coming to him and helping him escape. There is no mention on the whereabouts of the little girl, at this time, but the police have issued an Amber Alert on her. Mike Taylor describes her as being around 5 or 6 years old, with long curly dark hair. The little girl, seen by Mike, was wearing a light blue sleeping gown with the “My Little Pony” logo printed across the front. Mike identified the girl as Emily, but did not know her last name.’

“The little girl had been worried about her older brother, but that statement is still unclear on whether or not he was a possible victim as well. If you have any information on the little girl or her brother’s whereabouts, please call local law enforcements. Also, contact the police if you have any information regarding the identity of the kidnapper. We will keep you updated as this case continues to unfold.”

The news went on to the next story as Brian continued to stare at the screen, his mouth gaping.

“Brian?” a tiny voice said behind him.

He turned around and there in the kitchen entryway stood Emily. She was rubbing her eyes sleepily and her curly dark brown hair was tangled from sleep. He looked down at her pastel blue sleeping gown and the bright blue “My Little Pony” lettering that was blazoned across the chest.

A whoosh of air escaped from his lungs as he sat down heavily on a nearby chair. Emily, not realizing her brother’s distress, walked over to him and climbed onto his lap. Laying her head down on his chest, she mumbled, “I’m hungry…and sleepy.” She yawned loudly as her stomach growled at the same time.

Brian was still speechless and was only able to reply with a, “Huh.”

Brian had no clue what was happening. He couldn’t possibly be thinking what he was thinking. He shook his head, trying desperately to straighten out his inner thoughts.

As he looked down at the little girl on his lap, he thought back to the events of last night, replaying the one-sided conversation in his head.

He had an idea…a way to finally get proof of the implausible idea that kept repeating itself over and over in his mind.

He moved Emily to another chair, “Emily, stay here okay, I’ll be right back.”

He waited until she nodded tiredly. She placed her head on the table and closed her eyes.

He practically ran to the front door and opened it, hoping the morning paper had been delivered already. He sighed in relief and than held his breathe again as he unfolded the paper. Sure enough, the front page contained the story he just heard on the news and better yet, it contained a picture of the little boy that had been kidnapped.

He folded the paper so that only the picture of the boy was visible and than ran back to the kitchen. Emily was still sitting in her chair with her head resting on top of her crossed arms.

“Emily, sweetie. You have to wake up for a moment,” he said, shaking her slightly.

She opened her eyes and squinted at her brother.

“Emily, do you know who this little boy is?” Brian asked.

She moved her squinted eyes to the picture held up in front of her. After a moment of studying the picture, she nodded.

“Can you tell me, Emily? What’s the little boy’s name?” Brian asked, holding his breathe.

“Mikey,” she said.

“And when did you meet Mikey?”

She yawned loudly, as he continued to hold his breathe waiting for her answer, “Last night.”

The breath he had been holding whooshed out, audibly.

“Brian, I’m hungry,” Emily stated as she placed her head back down on the table.

“Huh? OH, yeah. Hold on,” he quickly stood.

He gathered a bowl, a box of cereal, milk from the fridge and a spoon. He placed the items on the table and quickly put Emily’s breakfast together.

“Emily…Emily?” he asked.

The little girl looked up sleepily and than down at the bowl, that was suddenly in front of her. She grabbed the spoon and began to eat as if she were on automatic pilot, not really tasting what she was shoveling into her mouth, while keeping her eyes closed.

Brian watched her as each bite was followed by a lengthier pause. He noticed, just in time, that her head was slowly leaning forward. With one hand he grabbed the bowl and the other he rested on her forehead to keep it from landing on the table, or worse, in the bowl of milk.

Emily was out like a light. He moved the bowl away and gently lifted the sleeping girl in his arms. He climbed the stairs and placed her back in her bed. Covering her with the “My Little Pony” comforter, he sat on the floor to watch her sleep. His mind was on overdrive with questions and possible ways to find answers. He did not want to leave her until she was fully recovered from…whatever it was she was recovering from.

While the room had evolved, over the years, from the “My Little Pony” paradise to a room now used by guests, the same man watched over the same girl under similar circumstances.

Though Emily was much older, she still became extremely exhausted after projections.

‘Projections,’ Brian thought. It didn’t take too long to figure out that it was Emily that the police were looking for, in connection to the kidnapping at that particular moment. Luckily, Mikey Taylor clarified his meeting with Emily. As police heard more about the mysterious girl, who suddenly appeared before him and than disappeared just as quickly, they came to the conclusion that the little girl was a figment of his imagination and the search for the ‘missing’ girl was called off.

It took several days until Emily was actually awake for a couple of hours at a time. They took trips to the library, when she was physically able, so that Brain could begin researching everything that he and Emily experienced. All that he read led him to one conclusion.

Astral projection. Except not quite. While astral projection explained some things, it didn’t explain others. All his research showed that with astral projection, the ‘spirit’ actually moved to another plane of existence. Emily’s ‘spirit’, though obviously stayed in this ‘plane’, was able to move around freely as well as speak and be heard by others.

He did read one account of an individual who would project without any control and without any prior warning. He read accounts where these uncontrolled projections actually led to unwanted and sometimes embarrassing situations. The individual was able to control these moments by ‘planning’ his projections and mediation. Brian went on to research how Emily could do the same so that she would not have to deal with these ‘out of body experiences’ unexpectedly.

At first these sessions wouldn’t work. Emily would still project in her sleep, but when Brian actually gave her a task, such as going to the toy store and picking out her favorite toy and describing it to him, the unscheduled nighttime projections almost stopped. These new mediating and planned sessions also seemed to shorten the recovery time drastically. Instead of days to recover, like it did with Mikey, the toy store projections seemed to take less effort and energy out of Emily. She could easily bounce right back up after only one nights sleep.

They had been practicing planned projections for a few weeks. Emily had started school and seemed to be flourishing. She was talking more, had made a couple of friends and seemed genuinely happy. She was still extremely shy, didn’t like strangers and preferred her brother’s company to any other.

Brian was ecstatic. He and Emily were finally getting along and he looked forward to her sixth birthday, which he was planning with great attention to detail. He had hired a magician, invited her classmates, planned several games and had ordered a huge cake. He had been using ‘projection time’ to the toy store as a way of learning about her favorite things. He often went to the store the next day, while Emily was at school, to find the exact toy she had described to him. At the moment, little Emily was ‘cashing in’ on her sixth birthday if you took into account the amount of toys Brian had gotten her. After the fifteenth gift, Brian decided to keep the rest for Christmas.

Disaster struck a week before her birthday. One of her friend’s, from kindergarten, had been kidnapped from her home. The Police weren’t able to find any clues or leads to her location, nor who had taken her or why.

Emily had come home in tears. She explained to Brian that she had overheard some teachers talking and that’s how she had learned about what had happened to her absent friend.

“Brian, we can find her,” she pleaded.

Brian worried about Emily, though she could easily project to find her missing friend, he worried about the condition she would find Heidi in. There were some really sick people out there and there was no telling if one had decided to take Emily’s friend.

“Please, Brian. She’s my friend,” she continued to plead.

Brian was at a loss. He knew that if he didn’t help Emily, she would most likely do it herself. He would rather be there for Emily instead of having her go through it alone.

He finally nodded his head, reluctantly. As he hugged Emily to him, he prayed to God that her friend was okay and that nothing terrible had happened to her.

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