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Kisses from the Grave - Chapter 8 (standard:Ghost stories, 564 words) [8/8] show all parts
Author: kissofthehungryAdded: Jan 22 2005Views/Reads: 2741/2Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
The end of a haunted story.
 



"Mark, wake up," Michelle's voice interruped his wonderful sleep.  He
didn't want to wake up, it was the first descent sleep he'd gotten in 
ages. 

"Don't wanna, go away," he grunted and felt her hand on his forehead.
Irritated, he pushed it away but she clenched his hand, refusing to let 
go. What was Michelle doing at his house anyway?  Last he remembered, 
she had left back for home. 

"No, wake up.  Come on, wake up," she insisted and it all came back to
him. 

"Al," he blurted and shot up, causing pain to arch out like lightening
from his chest.  In agony, he sunk back to the bed, clutching the 
burning spot, find it heavily bandaged.  That was when he noticed he 
was again in a hospital room.  This time, rather than a judgemental 
doctor, he had his girlfriend to comfort him. 

Michelle smiled at him, "He's dead. He'll never kill another girl or try
to kill you again.  You did good."  So he had killed Al, he remembered 
seeing him collapse but he hadn't been sure if he had survived. 

"I killed him?  That makes me as bad as he is, he was," Mark felt sick
to his stomach again.  Maybe killing was just in his system.  First 
Benny and now Al, who else would fall at his hands? 

"Mark, no, you killed him in self defense and you've stopped him.  That
makes you a hundred times better than he is, a thousand times even.  If 
it wasn't for you, Desiree's family would still be wondering who had 
taken their daughter from them.  That's something, they've been to 
visit you a couple times and have been asked to be informed when you've 
awoken.  They've also found four other girls out in the marsh and are 
continuing to look for more.  Because of you, families know what 
happened to their girls and who did it.  You're a hero," she hugged him 
tightly and he groaned as lightening shot from his chest to his toes, 
"Sorry."  Her apologetic smile made him laugh and he kissed her. 

"I don't feel like a hero but I have to admit, having you here makes me
feel better," the smile she rewarded him with made him warm up inside. 

A week later, he was back at his home.  His parents had decided against
staying at Desiree's home any further.  His mother was a little freaked 
out by the fact a girl had been murdered in their basement and all were 
freaked out by Al's death. 

The first thing he did was have Michelle drive him to the scene of the
accident. While she waited in the jeep, he got out and dropped to his 
knees.  There were still bits of plastic and glass on the side of the 
road, marking the crash site.  In the middle were four crosses, Philip 
had passed away while he was gone.  Mark apologized profusely, begging 
forgiveness and telling his friends that if they were still there, to 
move on, that it was better that way.  Afterwards, he felt better and 
got in the jeep with Michelle.  His next big mission in life was to ask 
Michelle to marry him, and he wasn't surprised when she accepted.  
Dreams of the accident still occasionally haunted him, but dreams of 
Desiree balanced them out.  Life was worth living and he wasn't afraid 
to face it.


   



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