Kisses from the Grave - Chapter 6 (standard:Ghost stories, 1344 words) [6/8] show all parts
Author: kissofthehungry	Added: Jan 22 2005	Views/Reads: 2755/1967	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Desiree's not done with Mark and uses Michelle to show him that they're not safe and never have been in the house.

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a snarl of rage, he brought the knife down and agony ripped through her 
body.  Again and again he cut her, and she rose above her body, watched 
the scene, but she couldn't leave.  It was as if she were tied to the 
house and Poka stood beside her, also watching the scene. 

The man finished killing her, grunting in his exertion and absolutely
soaked in blood.  He stood up and pulled her body out of the way of the 
stairs, then crept up and entered her room.  He grabbed one of her 
dresses and used it to keep from touching anything with his bloody 
hands.  Carefully, he picked out clothes and some of her belongings 
then he studied her diary and wrote a letter, mimicking her 
handwriting.  Then he snuck back downstairs after shutting the door.  
Then he waited until nighttime and carried Desiree's body out of the 
house and into the marsh where he dug a hole and threw her and her 
belongings in.  He then returned and grabbed Poka who shared the same 
fate as his master.  Lastly, he pulled all his pictures off the walls 
and grabbed his journal and buried them with her. 

Suddenly, Mark and Michelle were in the room, the light on but there was
no sign of the scene they had just witnessed.  The area had been 
cleaned of any blood and the walls were bare.  Yet the desk and chair 
were still in the corner and if one looked closely, they could see a 
few pieces of tape still stuck on the wall. 

"Oh my god, Mark, did that really just happen," Michelle asked,
absolutely blown away by what she had just witnessed. 

"I think so.  I was right, she didn't run away.  She was murdered in the
basement and buried in the marsh, she was trying to tell me that in my 
dreams," he knew he needed to trust his instincts.  They were usually 
right. 

"Who?" she wanted to know. 

"That girl, Desiree.  Michelle, meet the other girl.  We need to find
her body, and the journal and the pictures.  Maybe they can still catch 
the guy.  But at the very least, we can put her at rest," he explained 
and saw her nod in agreement, "Though let's wait until morning.  I 
don't want to go play in the marsh at nighttime.  Especially not after 
that experience." 

Again she nodded then added, "Mark, I don't want to sleep alone.  I'm
scared."  Knowing how she felt, he opened his arms and she practically 
ran into them.  As he held her close, he knew he loved her, that he may 
have always loved her.  Hand in hand, they climbed back up the stairs 
and out of the closet, into the office. 

She was the first to fall asleep, snuggled in his arms, her head against
his chest.  His heart ached so much, for Desiree, for Benny, even for 
Josh.  Good people shouldn't die in such horrible ways.  Yet they did, 
and some of them were never able to leave because of such events.  
After Desiree, he hoped that Benny wasn't stuck at the scene of the 
accident, forever roaming the area because he had died hard.  After 
they helped Desiree, he was going back to the scene of the accident and 
apologizing to everyone.  He would let his friends know that he had 
never meant for it to happen and that for the rest of his life, he 
would think of them every day.  Somehow, he managed to drift off to 
sleep. 


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