After then the seance we left I was more feeling sad for myself then for Mabel. Mabel was dead but I was alive and have to remember this seance but it made me happy that I was able to talk to her .
 

In the next day or so I saw images of Mabel in my dreams of course but in my routine life I thought I would then  hear Mabel when I was working or just doing my daily chores around the house .I thought I would see someone talk to someone but who would believe me a pyschiatrist would just put me in a rubber room lock the door and throw away the key I would just be a sad memory .
 

Then one night I was walking home from work, I was being followed by some younger boys I knew what they wanted I had stopped by my bank and withdrew money apparently they  were watching me .
 

Suddenly I turn and then I walk onto a lonely street no matter ever used and they were right behind me ,there was four of them, they did not rush me at first but slowly they surrounding me and I fought back, tried to struggle but to many I even heard Mabel trying to give me courage .But there were too many of them, I was not as young as I use to be,who is ?

I fell and as they were leaving I slowly lost my breath I died .
 

to be continued ,part lll, Disbelief