Sometimes the dead don’t want to rest in peace.
It was a crisp fall evening when child psychologist, Malcolm Crowe, met his last patient, Vincent Grey. Crowe had been at the top of his game for years, helping children deal with their problems and find a way forward. But something about Grey was different. The young man was troubled, haunted by demons that Crowe couldn’t fully understand. As the session wore on, Crowe began to worry for Grey’s mental health. But he never could have predicted what would happen next. Grey pulled out a gun and shot Crowe before turning the gun on himself. The act was senseless, and Crowe was left to live with the guilt of not being able to help Grey, or protect himself.
Malcolm Crowe had been struggling with the aftermath of his attack for months. He’d lost his confidence, his drive, and his passion for his work. But he knew that he needed to get back in the game, if only to prove to himself that he was still capable of helping others. That’s why he agreed to meet with the mother of a young boy named Cole Sear.
Crowe had never met Cole before, but he knew from the mother’s description that the boy was troubled. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, buttoned up his jacket and got ready to meet them. The mother, Lynn, greeted him at the door, and led him to the living room where Cole was waiting. Crowe noticed that Cole was shy, reserved, and seemed to be hiding something.
“Hello, Cole,” Crowe said, holding out his hand. “I’m Dr. Malcolm Crowe, and I’m here to help you.”
Cole looked up at him with wide eyes, and then down at his lap. “Hello,” he said softly.
Lynn sat down beside her son, offering Malcolm a polite smile. “Thank you for coming, Dr. Crowe. I’m at my wit’s end with Cole. He’s been having some problems at school, and I just don’t know what to do.”
Crowe nodded sympathetically. “I understand. Tell me, what kind of problems?”
Lynn hesitated, as if unsure how much to share. “He’s been acting out, mostly. Talking back to his teachers, getting into fights. It’s not like him at all.”
Crowe nodded. “That sounds like a tough situation, Lynn. But we’re here to help Cole, remember? Can you tell me, Cole, how have you been feeling lately?”
Cole fidgeted in his seat, and looked up at Crowe with big, sad eyes. “I see dead people,” he said softly.
Crowe was taken aback by the statement. “Dead people?”
Cole nodded. “All the time. They talk to me, and they’re scared.”
Crowe didn’t know how to react. Was Cole telling the truth? Was he delusional? Or was something else going on?
“Can you tell me more about that, Cole?” Crowe asked gently.
Cole began to open up, telling Crowe about the ghosts he saw, some of whom were friendly, and some of whom were not. Crowe listened intently, trying to understand what was happening to the young boy. As the session came to a close, Crowe promised to do whatever he could to help Cole.
But as he walked out the door, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more going on with Cole than he knew. And that feeling would only grow stronger in the days and weeks to come.
Chapter 2: Meeting Cole
Malcolm Crowe entered the spacious, bright and colourful living room of the Sear’s residence. He observed the surroundings, including an intricately designed chandelier, a flower vase on a mahogany table, and an elegant couch with patterned cushions that caught his eye. As he took a seat, he glimpsed a shy and nervous nine-year-old boy named Cole Sear standing behind his mother, Lynn.
Malcolm began the session by asking Lynn about the reason she had contacted him. Lynn explained that her son, Cole, was struggling with something and that she was concerned about his mental health. Malcolm nodded and requested to speak to Cole alone. Lynn hesitated for a moment, but she finally agreed.
As Lynn went upstairs, Cole took a seat opposite Malcolm. Cole was small for his age, with delicate features, and his eyes were filled with fear. Malcolm introduced himself, and Cole responded with a series of one-word answers. Malcolm couldn’t help but think that the boy was terrified of him.
Malcolm knew that he needed to make Cole feel comfortable, so he tried to relate to him. He asked Cole about his hobbies and interests, his favorite subjects in school, and his favorite books. Cole remained guarded.
Malcolm then asked Cole if he knew why his mother had brought him there. Cole kept his eyes locked on the floor and remained silent. Finally, Malcolm took a deep breath and said, “Something’s troubling you, isn’t it? You’re not alone.”
Cole looked up slowly, and for a moment, Malcolm saw something flicker in his eyes. Was it hope? Or just fear? Malcolm couldn’t tell.
Malcolm waited for several minutes, the silence stretching out between them. Finally, Cole spoke hesitantly. “I see dead people,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Malcolm was taken aback by the revelation. He had heard of children having imaginary friends, but this was a completely different level. “Dead people?” he repeated, and Cole nodded.
Malcolm didn’t know what to say. He’d never encountered anything like this before. “Can you tell me more about it?” he asked, hoping to gain more insight into Cole’s situation.
Cole revealed that he saw dead people everywhere. In his house, on the streets, at school – they were all around him. Some of them were friendly, but most were angry and scared. They often left him feeling drained and confused. Malcolm listened with a mixture of fascination and horror.
As the session drew to a close, Malcolm promised to help Cole. He assured him that he wasn’t alone and that they would work together to find a solution. Cole seemed to relax a little bit at that and offered a small smile.
As Malcolm left the Sear’s residence, his mind was reeling. What was wrong with Cole? Was he really seeing dead people, or was it some sort of psychological ailment? Malcolm knew that he needed to learn more about Cole and his condition if he was going to help him.
The session with Cole made Malcolm realize that he needed to approach his profession with a fresh perspective and an open mind. This encounter sparked a curiosity in him that he had not felt in a long time. Malcolm made a commitment to himself to help Cole and to unravel the mystery that entangled the young boy.
Chapter 3: The Sixth Sense
Malcolm couldn’t sleep that night. He kept replaying his meeting with Cole over and over again in his mind. He couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more to the boy’s claims of seeing dead people. And then, in the early hours of the morning, something happened that would change everything.
Malcolm jolted awake as the room seemed to shake. At first, he thought it was an earthquake, but then he realized that it was coming from inside his own mind. And then, he heard it. A voice. Whispering in his ear.
He sat up, heart pounding, and looked around. There was no one in the room with him. And yet, the voice continued.
“Malcolm…you can’t ignore me. You can’t ignore what you know to be true.”
Malcolm felt a chill run through him. He knew that voice. It was Vincent Grey’s. The man he had failed to help. The man who had shot him. The man who was now dead.
“What do you want?” Malcolm whispered into the darkness.
But there was no answer. The voice was gone as suddenly as it had come. And yet, something had shifted inside of Malcolm. He knew that he couldn’t ignore the signs anymore. He had to help Cole.
The next morning, Malcolm met with Cole again. They sat in Malcolm’s office, with Cole perched on the edge of the couch. Malcolm looked at him with new eyes. He didn’t see a troubled child. He saw a boy who was burdened with something beyond his control.
“Tell me more about what you see,” Malcolm said gently.
Cole hesitated for a moment. “They’re everywhere,” he said finally. “Sometimes they’re just shadows. But sometimes…sometimes they’re real. Like the woman in the kitchen last night.”
Cole shrugged. “I don’t know. She was just there. She looked sad.”
Malcolm leaned forward, his eyes fixed on Cole’s face. “What else did she do?”
“She…she just stood there. And then she walked away.”
“Did she say anything?”
Malcolm leaned back in his chair, deep in thought. He had to admit, there was something compelling about the way Cole described his experiences. It wasn’t just a child’s imagination. It was something more.
“But how do you know they’re dead?” Malcolm asked. “How can you be sure?”
Cole hesitated again. “I just…I just know. It’s like a feeling. They’re not like other people. They’re different.”
Malcolm nodded slowly. “I understand. And I believe you, Cole. I believe that you’re seeing something that most people can’t see.”
Cole looked up at him, his eyes wide. “You do?”
Malcolm smiled. “Yes. And I want to help you. I want to understand what’s happening to you.”
Cole’s face lit up with relief. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”
Malcolm felt a sense of satisfaction in that moment. He knew that he was doing the right thing. He was helping a child who needed it. And yet…there was still that nagging doubt in the back of his mind. Could any of this be true? Was he really seeing what he thought he was seeing?
He pushed those thoughts aside for now and focused on Cole. He asked more questions, trying to get a clearer sense of what the boy was experiencing. And then, something happened that would make him question everything he knew.
As they talked, Cole suddenly went rigid. His eyes widened and his face turned pale.
“Cole?” Malcolm said. “What’s wrong?”
Cole didn’t answer. He was staring at something behind Malcolm. Something that Malcolm couldn’t see.
“What is it?” Malcolm asked again.
And then, Cole spoke. But it wasn’t his voice. It was deeper, darker. A voice that sent shivers down Malcolm’s spine.
“I see dead people,” the voice said. “Walking around like regular people. They don’t know they’re dead.”
Malcolm turned slowly, his heart pounding. And there, standing behind him, was a woman. A woman who shouldn’t be there. A woman who was staring at him with empty eyes.
Malcolm felt his breath catch in his throat. This…this couldn’t be happening. And yet it was. He was seeing a ghost. A real, honest-to-goodness ghost.
The woman vanished as suddenly as she had appeared, and Malcolm was left staring at the empty space where she had been. He felt as though the world had shifted under his feet. Everything he thought he knew about the world…it was all wrong.
He turned back to Cole, who was watching him with a mixture of fear and curiosity.
“Did you see her?” Malcolm asked.
Cole nodded slowly. “Yeah. She was…she was there.”
Malcolm felt something inside him snap. He couldn’t deny it anymore. He couldn’t pretend that this wasn’t real. And he couldn’t ignore the fact that he was starting to believe in the impossible.
He looked at Cole with newfound respect. This boy was seeing things that no one else could see. He was carrying a burden that no child should have to bear. And yet, he was handling it with more grace and bravery than Malcolm ever could.
Malcolm knew that he had to help him. He had to figure out what was going on and how to make it right. But at what cost? And what would happen if anyone else found out?
He pushed those questions aside for now and focused on Cole. There would be time for doubts and fears later. Right now, he had a job to do.
“Okay,” he said to Cole. “Let’s keep talking. Let’s figure this out together.”
Chapter 4: Malcolm’s Home Life
Malcolm had always prided himself on his work as a child psychologist. He was used to dealing with difficult cases, but Vincent Grey had been different. Malcolm had thought he could help Vincent, but instead, Vincent had killed himself right in front of him. The guilt of that moment weighed heavily on Malcolm, and it was affecting his home life.
He and his wife, Anna, had been drifting apart for some time, but after the incident with Vincent, it was like they were living in two different worlds. Anna tried to be supportive, but Malcolm could see the disappointment in her eyes. They argued more frequently, and Malcolm found himself withdrawing into himself.
One evening, after a particularly heated argument, Malcolm found himself alone in his study, staring at his reflection in the window. He looked tired and worn down. His once-sharp features were now lined with wrinkles, and the dark circles under his eyes seemed to have taken on a life of their own.
He sighed heavily, wondering how he had let things get so complicated. He knew he needed to focus more on his marriage and less on his work, but that was easier said than done. His work had always been his escape, and now it seemed like he was trapped.
As he sat there, lost in thought, he heard a soft knock at the door. He turned to see Anna standing in the doorway. She looked hesitant, like she wasn’t sure if she should come in or not.
“Can we talk?” she asked softly.
Malcolm nodded, and Anna entered the room, closing the door behind her.
“I know things have been tough,” Anna started, “But we need to figure out how to move forward. We can’t keep living like this.”
Malcolm nodded again, knowing that she was right. “I just don’t know how to fix things,” he admitted.
Anna sat down next to him, taking his hand in hers. “We’ll figure it out,” she said with a small smile. “But first, we need to make some changes.”
Anna suggested that they take a weekend trip together, just the two of them. Malcolm was hesitant at first, but he eventually agreed. He knew that they needed to reconnect, and maybe a change of scenery would help.
The weekend trip turned out to be exactly what they needed. They talked, laughed, and even danced together. For the first time in a long time, Malcolm felt like he was truly with Anna. They returned home with a renewed sense of purpose and a plan to make their marriage work.
Malcolm knew that he still had a lot of work to do, both professionally and personally, but he felt like he was moving in the right direction. He was grateful for Anna’s support and for the opportunity to reconnect with her.
As he sat in his study, looking out the window, he couldn’t help but feel hopeful. He knew that there would still be challenges ahead, but he was ready to face them. He was determined to be a better husband, a better psychologist, and most importantly, a better person.
Chapter 5: The Ghosts
Malcolm had always been a skeptic when it came to the paranormal. But as he continued to work with Cole, he couldn’t deny the existence of the ghosts the young boy saw. Some were friendly, while others were downright terrifying.
Cole would describe in great detail the ghostly apparitions that appeared to him, much to Malcolm’s fascination and horror. They would meet in Malcolm’s study, where Cole would tell him about the ghosts that visited him. Sometimes they were just fleeting apparitions, but other times they seemed to linger, causing Cole great distress.
One day, Cole told Malcolm about a ghost that had been following him for weeks. She was a young girl, about Cole’s age, with long black hair and a pale complexion. She always wore a red dress, and her eyes were sunken and lifeless.
“She’s always there,” Cole said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Watching me. Asking me for help.”
Malcolm was intrigued. “What does she want?”
“I don’t know,” Cole replied. “She just keeps asking me to help her. But I don’t know how.”
Malcolm sat back in his chair, thinking. He had never encountered a ghost like this before. He wondered what it could mean.
Weeks went by, and the ghost of the young girl continued to haunt Cole. She would appear to him at the most unexpected moments, making him jump and scream. Malcolm decided to accompany Cole on one of his ghostly sightings, hoping to gather more information about the girl and hopefully find a way to help her.
They went to a rundown apartment complex on the outskirts of the city where the ghost had been seen before. Cole led Malcolm to a door on the second floor. “She’s in there,” he whispered.
Malcolm took a deep breath and knocked on the door. A woman answered, looking disheveled and confused. “Can I help you?” she asked.
Malcolm introduced himself and asked if they could come inside. The woman hesitated, eyeing Cole suspiciously. “Is he okay?” she asked.
Malcolm assured her that Cole was fine, and she finally relented, letting them into her apartment.
The place was in disarray, with dirty dishes piled high in the sink and clothes strewn about on the floor. Malcolm spotted a small figure in the corner of the room, huddled in a fetal position.
He approached slowly, not wanting to startle the child. As he got closer, he saw that it was the ghost of the young girl, her eyes fixed on him. Malcolm felt a shiver run down his spine.
He kneeled down beside her, unsure of what to say. “Can you tell me your name?” he asked gently.
The girl didn’t respond, but she reached out and touched his hand. Malcolm could feel a coldness emanating from her touch, as if the very essence of death clung to her.
He noticed a picture frame lying on the ground next to her. It was a family portrait, with the girl, her mother, and her younger brother. Malcolm picked it up and examined it closely.
“That’s me,” the ghost whispered, her voice barely audible.
Malcolm’s heart broke. He realized that this little girl had been poisoned by her own mother, who had also killed her younger brother before taking her own life. He wondered how many other ghosts like her were out there, trapped between worlds and seeking redemption.
Cole tugged on Malcolm’s sleeve, bringing him back to reality. “We should go,” he said.
Malcolm nodded, but not before promising the young girl that he would do everything in his power to help her find peace.
As they left the apartment, Malcolm felt a newfound respect for Cole and his gift. He realized that there was so much more to this world than he had ever imagined, and that sometimes the most unexpected things could bring us closer to understanding the mysteries of life and death.
Chapter 6: Cole’s Secret
Malcolm sat across from Cole, his pen poised over his notepad. “Cole, can you tell me about the ghost you mentioned before?” he asked, trying to keep the tone of his voice calm.
Cole fidgeted in his seat, picking at his fingernails. “She’s a little girl,” he said quietly. “She’s scared and sad.”
“Do you know why she’s scared and sad?”
Cole shook his head. “She won’t tell me. She just keeps saying ‘help me, please’ over and over.”
Malcolm leaned forward, his eyes fixed on Cole’s. “Have you seen her more than once?”
Cole nodded. “She’s always in our house. In the hallway sometimes, or in my room.”
“Do you talk to her?”
Cole nodded again. “But she won’t answer me. She just keeps saying ‘help me, please’.”
“Do you think you could draw her for me?” Malcolm asked, handing Cole a piece of paper and a pencil.
Cole took the pencil and began to sketch. Malcolm watched as the little girl took shape on the paper. She had long, curly hair and a frightened expression. Malcolm felt a chill run down his spine.
“Is this what she looks like?” he asked.
Cole nodded. “Her name is Kyra. She was poisoned by her mother.”
Malcolm felt his heart sink. He’d heard the stories about Kyra Jacobs, the young girl who had died tragically in their town. He wasn’t sure if he believed in ghosts, but seeing Cole’s drawing of Kyra made him start to wonder.
He decided to do some research and headed to the library. He combed through old newspapers until he found the story of Kyra’s death. She had been just six years old when her mother had given her a glass of poisoned milk, claiming it was medicine. Kyra’s death had been ruled a homicide, and her mother had been arrested and charged with murder.
Malcolm couldn’t help but feel sick as he read the details of the case. He wondered how a mother could do something so terrible to her own child.
As he left the library, he noticed that it was starting to rain. He pulled his coat tighter around him and hurried towards his car. But as he approached the vehicle, he saw something that made him stop dead in his tracks.
There, standing in front of him, was Kyra Jacobs. She looked just like the little girl in Cole’s drawing. Malcolm felt his knees go weak as he stumbled backwards.
Kyra reached out to him, her hand passing right through his chest. Malcolm felt a coldness spread through him, and he realized that he was no longer standing in the rain.
He was in a different place entirely, a place where the air was thick with the scent of death. He looked around and saw dozens of ghostly figures, all of them staring at him with empty eyes.
Malcolm felt a sense of panic rising inside of him. He wanted to run, to escape this place, but he couldn’t move. He was frozen in place, staring at the ghosts around him.
Then, just as suddenly as it had started, it was over. Malcolm found himself back in the parking lot, bent over and gasping for air. He looked up and saw Kyra standing in front of him once again.
This time, he didn’t run. He stood there, facing her, and asked, “What do you want from me?”
Kyra looked up at him with her sad, scared eyes and said, “Help me, please.”
Malcolm knew he had to help her. He didn’t know how, but he was determined to find a way. He went back to Cole and asked him to draw Kyra again, this time asking him to draw the house where she lived before she died.
When Cole was finished, Malcolm took the drawing and went to the house. He knocked on the door and was surprised when a young woman answered.
“Can I help you?” she asked.
Malcolm swallowed hard. “I believe your house is haunted,” he said.
The woman’s eyes widened in shock. “Come in,” she said, leading him into the living room.
Malcolm showed her Cole’s drawing of Kyra and told her what he knew about the little girl’s death. The woman listened intently, tears streaming down her face.
“I had no idea,” she said. “I’ve always felt like there was something in this house, but I never knew it was Kyra.”
Malcolm nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He had helped Kyra, in a way. He had given her story a voice, and he had helped her find peace.
As he drove back to his office, he couldn’t help but wonder what other secrets his patients were hiding, what other ghosts were haunting the streets of his town. He knew he had a lot of work to do, but he was ready for it. He was ready to face whatever darkness lay ahead.
Chapter 7: Malcolm’s Revelations
Malcolm sat in his office, staring blankly at his computer screen. He had just had a breakthrough in his work with Cole, and his mind was racing with thoughts and ideas. He felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, and he could see the world in a new way. For the first time in months, he felt like he was making progress.
He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind. He thought back to his sessions with Cole and the ghosts that the boy could see. At first, Malcolm had been skeptical. He had never encountered a patient who claimed to have a sixth sense before. But the more he worked with Cole, the more he began to believe that there was something special about the boy.
Malcolm had always been interested in the supernatural. He had read countless books on hauntings, poltergeists, and other paranormal phenomena. But he had never experienced anything firsthand. Until now.
He opened his eyes and reached for a pen and notepad. He began scribbling down his thoughts, trying to make sense of everything.
“Maybe Cole isn’t the only one with a sixth sense,” he wrote. “Maybe I have one too.”
The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. He had always been able to pick up on subtle cues from his patients. He could tell when they were lying, or when they were holding something back. Maybe that was his own version of a sixth sense.
But the revelation didn’t stop there. Malcolm began to think about the ghosts that Cole had described. He realized that there were patterns in the way they appeared. Some were friendly, while others were terrifying. He wondered if there was a reason for that.
He wrote down another note: “The ghosts are trying to communicate something. We just have to figure out what it is.”
Malcolm’s mind was racing with ideas and theories. He felt like he was on the brink of a major discovery, and he couldn’t wait to share it with Cole.
He grabbed his coat and headed out of his office. He had to see the boy.
When he arrived at Cole’s house, he found the boy sitting in his bedroom, staring at his hands.
“Hey, Cole,” Malcolm said, taking a seat beside him. “How are you doing?”
Cole shrugged. “Okay, I guess.”
Malcolm studied him for a moment. He could sense that something was off.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
Cole hesitated before answering. “I had a nightmare last night. It was about the girl who was poisoned. She was screaming for help, but I couldn’t do anything.”
Malcolm put a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “It’s okay, Cole. You’re doing everything you can. We’ll figure out what she wants, and we’ll help her.”
Cole looked up at Malcolm, his eyes wide with fear. “But what if we can’t? What if she’s stuck here forever?”
Malcolm knew that was a possibility, but he couldn’t let Cole lose hope. He had to find a way to help this ghost, no matter what.
“Listen, Cole,” he said. “I had a revelation today. I think there’s more to your sixth sense than we initially thought. Maybe I have one too.”
Cole looked at him, surprised. “Really?”
Malcolm nodded. “Yes, really. And I think there’s a reason why some ghosts are friendly and others are terrifying. I think they’re trying to communicate something. We just have to figure out what it is.”
Cole looked thoughtful for a moment. “Do you think we can do that?”
Malcolm smiled. “I know we can. Together, we can do anything.”
Cole smiled back at him, and Malcolm knew that they were on the right track.
As he left Cole’s house, Malcolm felt a sense of excitement and possibility. He had uncovered something new and exciting, and he couldn’t wait to explore it further. He knew that the journey ahead of him would be difficult, but he was ready for the challenge.
He got into his car and drove off into the night, determined to find the answers he was searching for.
Chapter 8: The Mother
Malcolm arranged a meeting with Cole’s mother, Lynn. He had concerns about her son’s mental health and wanted to discuss them with her. He arrived at her house on a rainy evening, ringing the doorbell and waiting patiently for her to answer.
When Lynn finally opened the door, she looked like she had been crying. “Where’s Cole?” she asked anxiously.
“He’s not here,” Malcolm replied. “I wanted to talk to you about him.”
Lynn opened the door wider and motioned for Malcolm to come inside. He followed her into the living room, where she sat down on the couch and gestured for him to do the same.
“What’s going on?” she asked. “Is something wrong with Cole?”
Malcolm hesitated for a moment before speaking. He knew this was going to be a difficult conversation. “I’m concerned about Cole’s mental health,” he said finally.
Lynn’s eyes widened in surprise. “What do you mean?” she asked.
“I believe that Cole may have a sixth sense,” Malcolm said carefully. “He sees ghosts, Lynn. And I think he’s struggling to cope with it.”
Lynn looked at Malcolm like he was crazy. “Ghosts?” she repeated incredulously. “Are you serious?”
Malcolm nodded. “Yes, I am. I’ve seen evidence of his abilities firsthand. And I think he needs help.”
Lynn shook her head. “I don’t believe you,” she said flatly. “My son is fine. He’s just going through a phase.”
Malcolm sighed. He had expected Lynn to be resistant, but he had hoped that she would at least listen to his concerns. “Lynn, I understand that this is hard to believe,” he said. “But I’m not making this up. Cole needs help, and I can provide it.”
Lynn stood up and walked over to the window, staring out at the rain. “I don’t know what to do,” she muttered. “I just want my son to be happy.”
Malcolm could see the worry etched on her face. “I can help him,” he said gently. “But you need to be willing to let me.”
Lynn turned to face him. “What do you suggest?” she asked.
Malcolm outlined his plan to work with Cole on his abilities, helping him to understand them and cope with them. Lynn listened intently, nodding her head occasionally. When Malcolm finished speaking, she sighed heavily.
“I suppose we can give it a try,” she said reluctantly.
Malcolm felt relieved. He knew that this was the first step towards helping Cole. “Thank you, Lynn,” he said warmly. “I appreciate your willingness to work with me on this.”
Lynn stood up and walked over to Malcolm, extending her hand. “Thank you for caring about my son,” she said softly.
Malcolm shook her hand, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. “I’ll do everything I can to help him,” he promised.
As Malcolm left Lynn’s house and walked out into the rain, he felt a sense of hope. He knew that this was going to be a challenging journey, but he was determined to help Cole. The boy had a gift, and Malcolm was going to make sure that he learned how to use it.
Chapter 9: The Twist
Malcolm sat in his living room, staring blankly at the wall in front of him. He couldn’t believe what he had just learned – he was dead. It was a shocking realization that he still couldn’t quite wrap his head around.
As he sat there in silence, memories flooded back to him. He remembered being shot by Vincent Grey, remembered collapsing on the ground. But then…what had happened? How had he ended up here, in his own home?
Malcolm stood up, feeling disoriented. He moved through the house, noticing the small details he never had before. It was as if his senses had been heightened.
As he reached the front door, he saw a little girl standing on the porch. It was the same little girl that Cole had been seeing – the one who had been poisoned by her mother.
Malcolm approached her cautiously. “What do you want from me?” he asked.
The girl looked up at him with sad eyes. “I just want to be free,” she whispered.
Malcolm frowned. “What does that mean?”
The girl didn’t answer. Instead, she disappeared before his eyes.
Malcolm was even more confused now. He walked out onto the street and saw people milling about, going about their daily lives. But they were all…different somehow. Gray, muted, like they were living in a world without color.
Suddenly, he saw a man walking towards him – Vincent Grey.
Malcolm’s heart pounded in his chest. He couldn’t believe it. “What…what are you doing here?” he stuttered.
Grey smirked at him. “Same as you, I suppose.”
Malcolm didn’t understand. “What do you mean?”
Grey gestured around him. “This is…well, it’s not exactly heaven, is it?”
Malcolm’s mind was racing. “But…why are you here? You killed me.”
Grey shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe I did it to myself, too.”
Malcolm felt like he was going to collapse. Nothing made sense anymore. He stumbled backwards, feeling dizzy.
Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around and saw Cole standing there, looking up at him with wide, concerned eyes.
“Are you okay?” Cole asked.
Malcolm shook his head slowly. “No, I don’t think I am. Cole…I just found out…I’m dead.”
Cole looked at him with a mixture of pity and understanding. “I know,” he said softly. “I’ve known all along.”
Malcolm felt a wave of emotion wash over him. “How…how did you know?”
Cole hesitated. “I see things, remember? I see dead people.”
Malcolm nodded slowly. “Right. But…why didn’t you tell me?”
Cole looked down at his feet. “I was scared. I thought you’d leave me.”
Malcolm felt a pang of guilt. “I could never leave you, Cole. Not after everything you’ve shown me.”
Cole smiled slightly, looking relieved. “I’m glad you’re not mad.”
Malcolm took a deep breath. “No, I’m not mad. I just…I need to figure things out. I need to find a way to move on.”
Cole nodded. “I understand. But Malcolm…before you go, can you help me with something?”
Malcolm looked at him curiously. “What do you need?”
Cole looked towards the house across the street. “I need to help that little girl. The one who was poisoned by her mother.”
Malcolm felt a chill run down his spine. “You…you can see her now?”
Cole nodded. “Yes. She’s been following me everywhere. She won’t stop until she’s helped.”
Malcolm didn’t know what to say. He still didn’t understand this world he was in, this place where both the living and the dead seemed to coexist.
But he knew one thing for sure – he couldn’t leave Cole to deal with this alone. Together, they approached the house and knocked on the door. A woman answered, looking confused.
“Can we…can we come in?” Malcolm asked.
The woman hesitated, but eventually nodded. Inside, they found the little girl, pale and listless. She looked up at them with pleading eyes.
Malcolm and Cole worked together to uncover the truth about what had happened to her, and in doing so, helped her find peace. As they left the house, Malcolm felt a sense of…not closure, exactly, but something close to it.
He turned to Cole. “Thank you. For everything.”
Cole smiled at him. “Thank you, Malcolm.”
As Malcolm began to fade away, he had the sense that he had accomplished something meaningful. He didn’t know where he was going, or what would happen to him next, but he felt a sense of purpose that he hadn’t felt in a long time.
And as he faded into the unknown, he knew that he would never forget the lessons he had learned from Cole – that there was beauty and meaning in the world, even in the darkest places, and that love and compassion were the only things that really mattered in the end.
Chapter 10: The Resolution
Malcolm stood there, stunned by the revelation that he had been dead all along. It made sense now – the way his wife ignored him, the way he couldn’t open doors or touch anything. It was all so clear. But what did it mean for him now? Was he trapped here forever?
As he tried to make sense of it all, Cole tugged on his sleeve. “We need to help her,” he said, pointing to the ghost of the young girl.
Malcolm shook his head, still in shock. “I don’t know how,” he said. “I’m not even sure I’m real.”
Cole looked at him with a mixture of sadness and determination. “You are real to me,” he said. “And maybe that’s all that matters.”
Malcolm smiled weakly. He had grown to care for this boy in the short time they had known each other. He couldn’t let him down now. Together, they approached the ghost girl.
“Can you tell us what happened?” Malcolm asked her.
The ghost girl began to speak, her voice soft and sorrowful. She told them how her mother had poisoned her, how she had begged for help, but no one had heard her. She had been trapped in this world ever since, unable to move on.
Malcolm and Cole exchanged a glance. They knew what they had to do.
“Can you show us where it happened?” Malcolm asked.
The ghost girl nodded, and they followed her to a small room in the basement. There, they found the poison, still in its bottle, and the diary where the mother had written her confession.
Malcolm felt a surge of anger and sadness. How could someone do this to their own child? He turned to Cole. “We need to call the police,” he said. “This woman needs to be brought to justice.”
Cole nodded, and together they made the call. Within minutes, the police arrived and took the mother into custody. Malcolm and Cole watched from a distance as she was led away in handcuffs.
As they walked back to Cole’s house, Malcolm felt a sense of peace wash over him. For the first time in a long time, he felt like he had made a difference, like he had helped someone.
But as they approached the house, Cole stopped him. “I have to tell you something,” he said.
Malcolm looked down at him, wondering what could possibly be left to say.
“I see dead people too,” Cole said quietly.
Malcolm’s eyes widened in surprise. “You do?” he asked.
Cole nodded. “But they’re not scary,” he said. “They just need someone to listen to them.”
Malcolm felt a lump form in his throat. This boy had been carrying this burden alone all this time. He had been so brave.
“Thank you for telling me,” he said, placing a hand on Cole’s shoulder.
Cole smiled up at him, and the two of them continued on their way. As they walked, Malcolm couldn’t help but think about what came next. He didn’t know where he was going or what was waiting for him, but he knew that he would face it with courage and determination. He was ready for whatever came next.
As they reached the house, Cole turned to him. “Will I see you again?” he asked.
Malcolm smiled. “I’ll always be with you, Cole,” he said. “Just look for me.”
And with that, he disappeared, leaving Cole standing there alone.
But Cole didn’t feel alone. He knew that Malcolm was still with him, watching over him, guiding him. And he knew that he would always be grateful for the time they had spent together, for the way that Malcolm had changed his life.
As he walked into the house, he felt a sense of peace wash over him. He knew that everything would be okay, as long as he could keep listening, keep helping, keep being brave.
And so he went to bed that night, feeling grateful for all that had happened, and looking forward to all that was yet to come. Because he knew that with Malcolm by his side, anything was possible.
Some scenes from the movie The Sixth Sense written by A.I.
EXT. NEW YORK CITY – NIGHT
The city is alive with the hustle and bustle of nightlife. Malcolm Crowe, a child psychologist in his late thirties, walks down the street in a hurry. He checks his watch and realizes he’s late.
INT. OFFICE BUILDING – NIGHT
Malcolm steps into the elevator and presses the button for the top floor. As it ascends, he takes a deep breath and runs through his notes in his head.
INT. OFFICE – NIGHT
Malcolm enters his office and is greeted by his patient, Vincent Grey, a troubled young man in his twenties. They sit down and begin their session.
I don’t know why I’m here. You can’t help me.
I believe I can. You’ve made progress in our sessions.
You’re just trying to make yourself feel better.
Suddenly, Vincent pulls out a gun and points it at Malcolm. Malcolm freezes in terror.
I can’t believe you don’t remember me.
Vincent pulls the trigger, and the room goes black.
FADE TO BLACK.
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM – DAY
Malcolm wakes up in a hospital bed, bandaged and disoriented. His wife, Anna, is by his side.
(holding back tears)
Oh, Malcolm. I thought I lost you.
Malcolm tries to speak, but his throat is raw. Anna hands him a glass of water.
Do you remember what happened?
Malcolm nods, the memories of the shooting flooding back.
Vincent Grey. He shot me.
Malcolm, Vincent Grey is dead. He killed himself after shooting you.
Malcolm’s eyes widen in shock and disbelief.
FADE TO BLACK.
EXT. NEW YORK CITY – DAY
Child psychologist, MALCOLM CROWE, walks down the bustling streets of New York City. He passes people going about their day, lost in their own worlds.
INT. MALCOLM’S OFFICE – DAY
Malcolm sits across from Cole’s mother, LYNN SEAR. She wrings her hands nervously as Malcolm asks her questions.
So, why do you think Cole needs to see me?
(sighs) It’s hard to explain. He’s just different. He’s always been quiet, but lately it’s like he’s living in his own world.
Malcolm nods understandingly.
And you think he’s troubled?
Yes, I do. He’s scared of things that aren’t there. He talks to himself. He’s just not himself.
Malcolm writes something down in his notebook.
I see. Well, I’d like to meet with Cole and see what I can do to help.
Lynn nods, relieved.
Thank you, Dr. Crowe.
INT. COLE’S BEDROOM – DAY
Cole sits on his bed, surrounded by action figures. He looks up nervously as Malcolm enters the room.
Hi, Cole. I’m Dr. Crowe.
(suspicious) My mom said you were coming.
Malcolm smiles warmly.
Yes, she did. Is it okay if we talk for a bit?
Cole nods reluctantly.
INT. MALCOLM’S OFFICE – DAY
Malcolm sits at his desk, deep in thought.
(to himself) What is going on with that kid?
INT. COLE’S BEDROOM – DAY
Malcolm and Cole continue their conversation.
So, Cole. Your mom tells me you’re having some trouble at school.
(shrugs) I don’t like it there.
(looks away) Kids are mean. They don’t like me.
Malcolm nods, understandingly.
I know how that can feel. But let me tell you something, Cole. You are special. And sometimes, when people are special, others don’t know how to deal with it.
Cole looks up at Malcolm, unsure if he believes him.
(skeptical) What do you mean?
(sits closer to Cole) I mean that you have a gift. Something that most people don’t have. And it’s okay to be scared of that gift, but you can’t let it control you.
Cole looks at Malcolm, intrigued for the first time.
What kind of gift?
Malcolm leans in, his voice low.
You see things, don’t you? Things that most people can’t see.
Cole looks at him, stunned. He nods slowly.
(small voice) How did you know?
Let’s just say I have a gift of my own.
EXT. COLE’S HOUSE – DAY
Malcolm exits the house, deep in thought.
INT. MALCOLM’S OFFICE – DAY
Malcolm sits at his desk, staring into space.
(to himself) This is going to be a tough one.
FADE TO BLACK.
INT. MALCOLM’S OFFICE – DAY
MALCOLM CROWE is sitting in his office, looking tired and stressed. He’s flipping through a file when ANNA CROWE walks in.
Malcolm looks up at his wife and smiles weakly.
Hey, Anna. What are you doing here?
I figured you could use a break. Want to go out for lunch?
Malcolm hesitates for a moment before nodding.
Sure. Let me just grab my coat.
Anna walks over to Malcolm’s desk and notices the file he’s been looking at.
Oh, just a new patient. A little boy named Cole. His mother thinks he’s seeing things.
Yeah. He thinks he sees ghosts.
Malcolm nods again.
I’m not sure what to think yet. But I agreed to meet with him.
Well, let me know if you need any help.
They smile at each other before leaving the office.
INT. CAFE – DAY
Malcolm and Anna are sitting at a table, drinking coffee and eating sandwiches.
So, tell me more about this little boy.
His name is Cole Sear. He’s nine years old and his mother thinks he’s seeing ghosts.
Do you believe him?
I don’t know. Part of me thinks he’s just scared and his imagination is running wild. But the other part of me…I don’t know. Maybe he really is seeing things.
Well, you’ll just have to keep working with him and see what happens.
Malcolm nods, lost in thought.
ANNA CROWE (CONT’D)
Hey, are you okay?
Malcolm shakes his head, snapping out of it.
Yeah, sorry. Just thinking.
Malcolm hesitates before answering.
Anna nods understandingly.
It’s okay to think about him. You can’t keep blaming yourself.
I know. But it’s hard not to.
They sit in silence for a moment before Anna speaks up again.
Hey, why don’t we go see a movie tonight? Take your mind off things.
Malcolm smiles gratefully.
That sounds great.
INT. MOVIE THEATER – NIGHT
Malcolm and Anna are sitting in a dark theater, watching a horror movie. Malcolm looks uneasy.
Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.
Suddenly, a ghostly figure appears on the screen and Malcolm jumps, spilling popcorn everywhere. Anna laughs.
Relax. It’s just a movie.
But Malcolm can’t shake the feeling that something is off. As they leave the theater, he can’t help but glance around nervously.
INT. MALCOLM’S OFFICE – DAY
Malcolm is sitting across from Cole Sear, who looks nervous and scared.
So, Cole. Your mother tells me you’ve been seeing things.
Can you tell me more about what you’ve been seeing?
Cole hesitates before finally speaking up.
I see dead people.
Malcolm looks surprised.
Yeah. They talk to me sometimes.
Malcolm nods slowly, still processing what he’s hearing.
INT. MALCOLM’S OFFICE – LATER
Malcolm is alone, staring out the window. He looks lost in thought.
Suddenly, a GHOSTLY FIGURE appears behind him. Malcolm jumps, but when he turns around, there’s nothing there.
He looks shaken and unsure of what to do next.
INT. MALCOLM’S HOUSE – KITCHEN – NIGHT
Malcolm is washing dishes while his wife, Anna, sits at the kitchen table, reading a book.
You’ve been working so much lately. It’s like you’re never here.
I know. I’m sorry. I just feel like I have so much to do.
You need to make time for us, Malcolm. You can’t just keep working all the time.
I know. I promise I’ll do better.
Anna looks at him skeptically.
You’ve said that before.
Malcolm dries his hands and joins Anna at the table.
I know. And I mean it this time.
I hope so.
They sit in silence for a moment.
So, how was your day?
It was fine. I went to the park with Samantha.
That sounds nice.
It was. She’s growing up so fast.
Yeah. It’s hard to believe she’ll be starting kindergarten next year.
I know. It’s going to be weird not having her around during the day.
Malcolm takes Anna’s hand.
We’ll have more time for each other then.
I hope so.
They sit in silence again, an awkward tension between them.
I’m sorry, Anna. I know I’ve been neglecting you and Samantha. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.
They smile at each other, some of the tension dissipating.
Genre: Supernatural Thriller
Logline: A child psychologist tries to help a young boy who can see ghosts and discovers that his own life may not be what it seems.
– Malcolm Crowe, a child psychologist who is still struggling with the guilt of a failed case when he meets Cole
– Cole Sear, a nine-year-old boy who can see ghosts
– Lynn Sear, Cole’s mother who is struggling to understand her son’s strange behavior
– Dr. Vincent Grey, Malcolm’s former patient who haunts him in his nightmares
Setting: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Scene from Chapter 5:
INT. COLE’S BEDROOM – NIGHT
Cole is sitting on his bed, clutching a stuffed animal tightly. Malcolm sits in a chair across from him, taking notes.
MALCOLM: Can you tell me about the ghosts you see?
COLE: (hesitant) Some of them are nice. They just want to talk to me.
MALCOLM: And the others?
COLE: (voice trembling) They’re scary. They scream at me and try to hurt me.
Malcolm leans forward, concerned.
MALCOLM: Have they ever hurt you?
COLE: (shakes his head) No, they can’t touch me. But they make me feel like I’m not safe.
Malcolm nods, jotting down notes.
MALCOLM: Can you show me one of the ghosts?
Cole nods and points towards his closet.
COLE: She’s in there.
Malcolm stands up and walks towards the closet. He pauses for a moment before opening the door. Inside, he sees a pale figure of a woman with a slit throat. She’s pointing at Cole.
MALCOLM: (whispers) Oh my god.
He turns back to Cole, who is watching him with a mix of fear and anticipation.
MALCOLM: (to Cole) Do they ever tell you what they want?
COLE: (nodding) The woman in the closet wants me to help her.
Malcolm leans in closer.
MALCOLM: Help her how?
COLE: She wants me to tell her mom that she didn’t poison herself. Her mom did it to her.
Malcolm’s eyes widen in shock.
MALCOLM: (whispers) Oh my god.
Suddenly, the door bursts open and Lynn rushes in.
LYNN: (panicked) What’s going on? Are you okay?
Malcolm stands up, trying to hide his shock.
MALCOLM: (calmly) We’re fine, Lynn. Just talking.
LYNN: (eyeing Malcolm suspiciously) Okay. Well, dinner’s ready if you want to come down.
Malcolm nods and follows her out of the room, glancing back at Cole with a newfound sense of urgency.
Logline: A child psychologist helps a troubled young boy who sees dead people, leading him to confront his own past and the truth about his own existence.
– Malcolm Crowe (30s-40s): A child psychologist haunted by a tragic incident in his past.
– Cole Sear (9): A young boy who sees dead people and is struggling to cope with his ability.
– Lynn Sear (30s): Cole’s mother, who is concerned about her son’s well-being.
– Ghost of Kyra Collins (8): A ghost who appears to Cole, seeking his help.
Setting: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania in the present day.
MALCOLM: How long have you been seeing her, Cole?
COLE: A while. She’s scared.
MALCOLM: Who’s scared?
COLE: Kyra. She’s scared of her mom.
MALCOLM: Her mom?
COLE: Yeah. She put poison in her soup and made her drink it.
MALCOLM: And Kyra wants your help?
COLE: Yeah, but I don’t know what to do. She’s just a little girl.
INT. COLE’S BEDROOM – NIGHT
Cole is lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling. Malcolm sits in a chair next to him, notebook in hand.
Cole, can you tell me about the girl you see?
Her name is Kyra Collins. She’s eight, and she’s dead.
And how did she die?
Her mom put poison in her soup and made her drink it.
Malcolm’s eyes widen in shock.
And Kyra wants your help?
Yes. She’s scared of her mom.
Malcolm pauses, deep in thought.
Cole, do you think you could talk to her? Maybe find out what she needs?
I don’t know. She’s just a little girl. I don’t want to make her more scared.
Malcolm nods, understanding.
I’ll help you. We’ll figure it out together.
Cole looks relieved and grateful.
Thank you, Dr. Crowe.
Malcolm smiles at him, then stands up to leave.
Get some rest, Cole. We’ll talk more tomorrow.
As he exits the room, Malcolm’s expression turns to one of deep concern. He knows that he is in over his head, and that the ghosts that haunt Cole are more real than he ever imagined.
INT. COLE’S HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – DAY
Malcolm sits across from Cole’s mother, LYNN, looking concerned.
What is this all about, Dr. Crowe? Why are you so worried about my son?
I just want to make sure he’s getting the help he needs. Cole has been through a lot, and I believe he may have a unique perspective on the world.
What are you talking about?
Malcolm takes a deep breath before continuing.
Cole has confided in me that he sees dead people.
Lynn looks shocked.
What? That’s absurd.
I know it sounds crazy, but I’ve seen evidence that suggests he may not be making it up.
Look, Dr. Crowe, I appreciate your concern, but I don’t think Cole needs any more stress in his life. He’s been through enough.
Malcolm leans forward.
I understand, Lynn, but I truly believe that Cole’s gift could be a blessing if we approach it with the right mindset. I want to help him, but I need your help to do it.
Lynn looks conflicted before nodding.
Okay, fine. What do we need to do?
First, we need to keep an open mind and be patient. I think together, we can help him navigate this difficult situation.
Lynn nods, and the two continue their conversation, both determined to help Cole in the best way possible.
INT. COLE’S LIVING ROOM – DAY
Malcolm sits across from Cole’s mother, Lynn. She looks tense, arms crossed defensively.
LYNN: What’s this all about?
MALCOLM: I’m concerned about Cole.
LYNN: Concerned? Why?
Malcolm hesitates, then decides to be direct.
MALCOLM: My sessions with Cole have led me to believe that he may be seeing things that aren’t there. Ghosts, specifically.
Lynn’s face grows dark.
LYNN: Ghosts? Are you out of your mind?
MALCOLM: I understand this is difficult to accept. But I’ve seen evidence that leads me to believe he may need professional help.
LYNN: You’re wrong. Cole is perfectly fine.
MALCOLM: I’m sorry, Lynn. But I can’t simply ignore this.
LYNN: (rising from her seat) You’re just trying to scare me into giving you more sessions with Cole. I won’t stand for it.
Malcolm stands as well.
MALCOLM: That’s not what this is about. I care about Cole’s well-being.
LYNN: (through gritted teeth) Get out of my house.
Malcolm realizes there’s no convincing her. He sighs and collects his things.
MALCOLM: I’ll be in touch, Lynn.
With that, he exits the house, feeling frustrated.
EXT. COLE’S HOUSE – DAY
Malcolm exits the front door, lost in thought. As he steps out onto the porch, the wind picks up and blows a newspaper onto his feet. He looks down and sees the date on the paper: September 14, 1996.
Malcolm’s eyes widen in shock. He quickly pulls out his cellphone and dials his wife’s number.
MALCOLM: Anna, what’s today’s date?
ANNA: (through the phone) What do you mean? It’s April 15th. Why?
Malcolm’s mind races. September 14, 1996 was the day he was shot by Vincent Grey. It couldn’t be a coincidence.
MALCOLM: Nothing. Never mind.
He hangs up the phone, feeling uneasy.