# Chapter 29: The Ghost Who Dreamed of Andrea
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 29 of "Forget You Saw Her free digital audiobook". And wow, what a chapter this is—a chapter where the invisible finally becomes visible, where a lonely ghost discovers she is not alone, and where a single phone call from the dead becomes a weapon. So settle in, because Andrea is about to learn that the world of the dead is far more crowded than she ever imagined.
We open with Andrea completely stunned. A girl has just spoken to her—actually spoken to her—and Andrea can barely process it. It has been so long since anyone looked directly at her or acknowledged her existence that the simple act of being addressed almost makes her want to cry. The girl frowns, sighs like she is feeling wistful about something, and keeps moving. Andrea shakes herself out of her stupor and calls after her: “Wait, are you actually talking to me?” The girl stops, bobs her head up and down, and says, “Yep.” Andrea stammers, “But ... So you’re ...” And the girl finishes it with dark humor: “Dead? Yeah, I’m pretty damn dead. Now answer my question. Who are you?”
Just like that, Andrea’s guard goes up. Why does it matter who she is? She hesitates, still blown away by how alive this girl looks. If the girl had not started the conversation, Andrea would have assumed she had every bit as much of a heartbeat as Sabina. Suddenly, Andrea feels stupid for assuming she was the only ghost on the planet—and that everyone she saw walking around was alive. Another question lights up in her mind: what tipped this girl off that Andrea was dead? Annoyance bursts through her. She needs to keep eyes on Dennis and stay with Sabina, who is chatting with somebody beneath the underpass. “I gotta go,” Andrea says, moving to follow Sabina. The novelty of meeting another dead girl has worn off about as quickly as the novelty of being dead.
But the girl calls after her, suspicion gone from her voice. “Wait. Hold on a sec. It’s just—I know this is going to sound insane, but I dreamed about you.” Andrea is not planning to stop again. Sabina is having a full conversation she is missing, and the Accord is no longer stopped. It is inching along the side of the road toward them, its engine lost in the traffic zooming past overhead. “You dream?” Andrea asks, incredulous. As far as she knows, she has not slept once since she died. Not like before, anyway. More like zoning out through memories until Sabina wakes up.
The girl rushes to explain. “Yeah. I mean, sort of. It was a memory of when I was in church. And you came up to me and said my name.” A strange familiarity spreads through Andrea. When she studies the girl’s eyes more closely, she realizes she has seen them before. The girl continues: “It was super weird. The memory was all normal, and then all of a sudden you were there, saying my name and touching my arm. And then you were gone.” She unties the string on her hoodie, revealing short, rumpled blue hair. “Holy shit,” Andrea whispers, finally connecting the dots. “You’re ... you’re Isabel? Isabel Palphreyman?” With her blue hair, sunken cheeks, and thin face, she barely looks anything like the girl Andrea saw in her memory. But those eyes. “Yeah,” Isabel says, smiling tentatively like she can hardly believe the words that just came out of Andrea’s mouth. Andrea can hardly believe them either. “And you are ...” “I’m Andrea,” she whispers. “I went to your church when I was really little.”
The words hit Isabel like darts. The smile vanishes from her lips as quickly as it appeared. “Oh my God,” she breathes, voice shaking. “You’re Andrea ... Beaumont? Dennis’s daughter—” “He’s not my dad,” Andrea cuts her off with more venom than she intended. “They adopted me.” Isabel blinks in surprise but does not question it. Andrea shifts to keep one eye on the white Accord, which is still creeping steadily toward them. It is maybe a block away now, across the street from Sabina’s car. Through the tinted windshield, Andrea can just make out the shape of the driver’s bulky frame. Dennis. There is no way he would do something to Sabina in broad daylight, would he? But the chorus in the back of Andrea’s mind answers: He killed you at 3:30 in the afternoon.
Wailing sirens play in the distance—Andrea’s favorite sound trick—and the Accord stops moving. The silhouette in the driver’s seat twists around to look at the road behind him, but the sound of sirens is already fading. There is no time to ask Isabel all the questions burning a hole in Andrea’s heart. And Andrea can tell by the way Isabel’s eyes are fixed on her that Isabel has just as many questions to ask. But right now is not the time. Andrea just needs to know one thing before she drags Isabel along with her. “Did Dennis ... ?” she asks, unsure how to finish the thought, feeling queasy in a way that makes zero sense given that she cannot vomit and does not have a stomach anymore. Isabel’s eyes go steely. She does not prompt Andrea to complete the sentence. “Yeah. He did something to me. He killed me.” There is so much pain in her voice that it makes Andrea wince. Then Isabel whispers, “You too?” Andrea nods, and for the first time, Isabel follows her gaze when it drifts back to the white Accord. “Who’s in that car?” Isabel asks warily. “And who’s that woman talking to Marlie?” She gestures between the Accord and the underpass. “Dennis is in the car,” Andrea mutters, and Isabel recoils like she has been slapped. “And that ... that’s Sabina. My real mom,” Andrea says, pointing at her back. “She’s trying to find out what happened to me—and you, too.” Isabel gives her a bewildered look, as if Andrea is speaking French, but she just says, “Oh.”
“I’ll be right back, okay?” Andrea says, already rushing away from her, toward the Accord. “I just want to put eyes on Dennis. Can you go listen in on Sabina’s conversation?” Without waiting for a response, Andrea flies across the sidewalk until she stands beside the tinted driver’s side window. It is cracked down an inch, as if Dennis is trying to listen in on what Sabina is saying. But with the traffic droning past on the interstate overhead, there is no way he can hear. He looks pissed, eyes narrowed and honed on Sabina’s back, just visible near the first pillar of the underpass.
At first glance, there is nothing suspicious inside the car. A couple of Crown Burger wrappers on the passenger seat, fuzzy blue dice hanging from the rearview mirror. And of course, Dennis himself. He shifts in the driver’s seat and sucks air between his teeth in a weird, strangled whistle while keeping his eyes on Sabina. Then Andrea looks down at Dennis’s phone, lying face-up at an angle in one of the cup holders. Its screen glows pale yellow. When Andrea weasels herself through the crack in the window to get a closer look, she sees it is some kind of GPS app. A red dot pulses in the center of the screen. It is labeled with the word BITCH. He has put a tracker on Sabina’s car. And that is not all. Now that Andrea is inside the Accord, she can see something poking out from beneath the passenger’s seat. An open package of zip ties. Were those meant for Sabina? How long had Dennis been following them? When had he put the tracker on Sabina’s car? What was he planning to do? Andrea does not want to find out the answer to any of those questions.
Waves of horror and anger pulse through her. She racks her brain for a way to harness the searing emotion. The sirens are getting old—what else would make him drive away right now? She remembers how the check-engine light had come on in Sabina’s car. Could she do something like that again? Andrea imagines the pent-up emotion like a tank full of helium. Then she pictures exactly what she wants to happen, clear as the memories she sees in her mind’s eye. For a moment, nothing happens. And then the sound of a familiar ringtone. Three short chimes, then a long one. The GPS tracking app on Dennis’s phone screen disappears, replaced by an incoming call. “What the hell?” Dennis chokes out. ANDREA, reads the caller name on the screen—along with her number. That phone has been in an evidence locker since the day Andrea disappeared. And Dennis knows it.
Andrea wants to squeal with excitement at what she has just done, but she is too afraid the pressure cooker of emotion will run out of steam or that she will lose her focus. With a shaking hand, Dennis answers the call. Andrea concentrates harder than she ever has, latches onto the memory she wants to forget most, and hopes like hell. It works. There is a moan, then a scuffling sound on the other end of the line. Dennis’s face goes white, and he drops the phone back onto the passenger seat with a quiet thud, chest heaving like he is about to have a heart attack. Andrea wishes he would. The phone’s speaker spits out the sound of a choked, strangled gasp that makes Andrea want to cry. Then dead air and silence. She has replayed the exact soundtrack of her death.
The call drops, but not before Dennis has jammed the car into drive, sending the tires screeching on the asphalt back the way he came. Andrea stands there until she is sure he is not coming back, feeling both powerful and drained at the same time. He will not be gone for long. And she does not know what she is going to do when he comes back. But dammit if she will not find a way to haunt him in every way she can, if it means keeping Sabina safe.
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## Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
This chapter is a turning point in the most haunting, thrilling way. Andrea has spent so long feeling invisible, isolated, and powerless, and here she finally finds not only another ghost but a connection to her past—Isabel Palphreyman. The reveal is both chilling and heartbreaking, because these two girls share a bond forged by the same monster. Dennis is terrifying here, not because he is loud or violent in the moment, but because of the quiet preparation: the tracker labeled BITCH, the zip ties, the patience of a predator. And then Andrea discovers her power. The phone call from beyond the grave is one of the most satisfying, spine-tingling moments in the story so far. It is revenge, warning, and grief all at once. The chapter balances supernatural action with raw emotion beautifully. My heart broke for Isabel, and my fear for Sabina skyrocketed. I could not stop reading.
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.9 / 5 Stars
## Next Chapter Prediction
Dennis has been rattled to his core, but men like him do not stay scared for long—they get angry. I predict he will return, possibly with a new plan to isolate Sabina or silence Marlie. Now that Isabel and Andrea have found each other, they will likely team up to investigate their deaths and share what they know about Dennis. Andrea’s ghostly abilities are growing, and she may try to communicate more directly with Sabina or sabotage Dennis again. Meanwhile, Sabina and Marlie may be getting closer to a dangerous truth, and Isabel’s presence could be the key to unlocking what really happened at the church. The stakes are about to rise, and I suspect Dennis will make a move that forces Andrea to choose between revealing herself and protecting the people she loves.
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