Kisses from the Grave - Chapter 7 (standard:Ghost stories, 1888 words) [7/8] show all parts
Author: kissofthehungry	Added: Jan 22 2005	Views/Reads: 2992/2007	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Michelle and Mark go digging for Desiree and Poka but what they don't know could kill them.

Michelle woke him up in the morning with a kiss, "Come on, the sooner we
get this taken care of, the better I'll feel."  He couldn't argue that, 
and rose with her.  Luckily, they awoke before his parents did.  Even 
though they were fully clothed and hadn't done anything, his parents 
wouldn't see the humor of him sleeping in the same bed with her.  
Writing a note to his parents, explaining they were exploring the 
marsh, they grabbed a couple of shovels and took off. 

After the vision they had experienced last night, it wasn't difficult to
find the spot.  The killer hadn't been real worried about her being 
found.  In fact, he'd been a smug bastard and assumed his lies would be 
bought without any hangups.  They began to dig and it wasn't long 
before a horrible stench hit them. 

"Gag me," Michelle turned her face away, trying hard to keep from
throwing up.  The smell affected her so bad that she had to move away 
but he continued, unwilling to stop when they were so close.  His 
shovel struck something hard and he moved it around until it was 
underneath whatever it was.  Carefully, he pushed the hard thing to the 
surface and retched into the soggy earth.  A human head, barely 
recognizable as such, was within view.  Mark looked at what he knew to 
be Desiree and threw up again.  Michelle began to cry softly. 

"Let's go back, call the cops and let them finish this.  I can't
continue.  I just can't," he was fighting his own set of tears.  He 
stood over the resting spot of a girl whom he had shared his heart 
with.  Though he loved Michelle, part of him belonged to Desiree and 
always would.  Michelle didn't argue with his suggestion, nor did she 
speak on the way back.  They were both too stunned by everything that 
had occurred in the last twenty-four hours to really have a descent 
conversation.    If they made it through this in one piece, he was 
asking her to marry him.  No other girl would ever be able to handle 
him afterwards. 

When they got back, his mom asked, "Are you guys okay?  You both look
horrible!" Mark looked at Michelle, who's face was tear and dirt 
streaked, her eyes still watery. 

"No mom, we're not.  I know what happened to Desiree and Poka.  We found
their bodies out in the marsh," the urge to throw up crept on him again 
but he fought it.  He didn't need to throw up now. 

"What in the world are you talking about?" his dad questioned, eyeing
them as if they were on drugs.  It was too long of a story to explain 
and he looked to his mother but she looked lost as to what to say too.  
His dad was just going to have to wait for an explaination. 

Sighing, he spoke, "I've got to go call the police, I'll explain
everything when they get here." This answer obviously did not satisfy 
his dad but there wasn't really much that he could do about it. 

When the police showed up, Mark and Michelle led them to Desiree's
resting place.  It took a lot of explaining and persuading, but 
eventually they believed their story.  Most of the pictures were ruined 
and the journal was nothing but a decayed mess.  The police confessed 
that they didn't think the killer would be caught off of what they had 
alone.  They needed more, but Michelle and Mark couldn't help them 
because during the vision, his face had been hidden in shadows the 
entire time.  The room had been swiped clean but with a blacklight, 
they found where Desiree and her dog had been slaughtered.  It ended up 
no one had ever known about the secret room or staircase, this was new 
to everyone involved. 

"I can't believe they don't think they'll ever catch her killer.  He's
getting away with her murder and others.  It's horrible," Michelle 
groaned as they sat in her bed, talking.  He couldn't deny that. It 
didn't seem fair.  Michelle curled up next to him and he held her until 
she went to sleep, then he went to his bed. 

Thinking of Desiree, he began to cry and curled into a ball in his bed. 
Presently, a soft glow made him open his eyes.  Desiree and Poka stood 
in the corner of his room, watching him.  Desiree had her hand on 
Poka's head and the silly dog had his tongue sticking out.  Mark's 
heart broke for the two of them, Poka had died protecting his mistress 
then she had died anyway.  Now, there killer walked around, probably 


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