Kisses from the Grave - Chapter 7 (standard:Ghost stories, 1888 words) [7/8] show all parts
Author: kissofthehungry	Added: Jan 22 2005	Views/Reads: 2992/2006	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Michelle and Mark go digging for Desiree and Poka but what they don't know could kill them.

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raping and killing in another place.  It was wrong, and he knew he 
couldn't do anything about it. 

"The danger's not over, he never left town and now he's going to come
for you.  I can't help you, I can only say good-bye and warn you," she 
smiled softly at him but was already beginning to fade.  He begged her 
to stay but in a matter of seconds, his room was pitch black once more. 
 Once again, his bedside lamp came on, and he fell asleep to it's 
comforting warmth and thoughts of Desiree and her warning. 

The next morning, he told Michelle about the warning.  She wanted to
stay with him but had to go back home.  Desperatly, he wanted to go 
back with her, never leave her side, but he knew he couldn't.  Whatever 
was going down here, he was going to have to face it. 

"Don't worry, I can handle it," he reassured her but her eyes betrayed
that she didn't believe him.  It was okay, he didn't believe himself 
either. 

"Yeah, I swear I believe you," she hugged him, "I really did make a
mistake leaving you.  I love you, Mark.  I think I have since we were 
little kids.  Remember when Benny figured out how to steal Mrs. 
Hargrow's oranges.  He got over the fence the one way, but got stuck on 
the other."  A tear escaped the corner of her eye. 

He laughed, "Yeah, I remember.  You and I had to go distract her while
he snuck around the side.  God, she hated us, thought we were 
hoodlums." 

"Yeah, that was why eating her sweet oranges was so enjoyable.  I miss
Benny," she looked down at the ground and he hugged her, feeling the 
same grief but guilt heaped upon it. 

"I know, I do too. I dream about him every night.  You have no idea how
much it kills me.  What happened, I never meant for it too.  Benny was 
my best friend, and I killed him," he swallowed desperately, trying to 
keep the tears from flowing. 

Now she was the one comforting him, "I'm sorry.  Maybe it was just
Benny's time, and if it didn't happen that way, it was gonna happen 
some other.  At least, you were there for him when he needed you the 
most.  You didn't leave him, you were a true friend." 

They cried together for a while, mourning the loss of a good friend,
then she went on her way.  Of course, she made him swear a dozen times 
that he would call her at least once a day and once, every night.  Just 
to be on the safe side. 

After she left, he went to the tire swing and swung on it.  Even though
Desiree had said her farewells, he still hpped that she would show up.  
It just seemed weird without her.  He wanted to look at the marsh, look 
for her, but everytime his eyes strayed that direction, he only saw her 
buried body.  For as long as he lived, he'd never forget that image. 

That night, he went to sleep with a butterfly knife handy at his side. 
It had been a gift from Benny, he'd even taught him how to open it with 
a few cool throwing movements.  For once, his sleep was unplagued by 
dreams. 

The sound of the floorboards creaking outside of his room woke him up. 
Terrified, he flipped his blade out into position and held his breath 
as his door opened. 

Then he let it out, it was only his mother, "Sorry for waking you.  I
was just checking on you before we went to bed."  He'd rather that than 
a killer sneaking in on him. 

"Not a problem, mom.  Goodnight," he kept the blade out of her sight. 
She would absolutely flip if she saw it and then he would have to 
explain why he had it which would only send her into further tizzies. 

"Goodnight sweetheart, sleep well," then she was gone, shutting his door
behind her.  Once again, he slipped off into sleep and it was a nice 
rest, very fulfilling. 

The sense that something was wrong woke him up and he flipped on his
lamp.  There was nothing in his room, but yet he still felt something 
was off.  Then he heard the sound of feet creeping about in the hall 
and heard a door open and shut.  Somehow, he knew it wasn't his 
parents.  Quietly, he slipped out of bed and crept behind his door. 

His hand gripped the knife so tightly that he could feel the lines and
holes of the handle imprinting themselves in his flesh.  His door 
opened and a man stepped in.  A man that was all too familiar. 

"Al?" he gasped, unable to contain his surprise.  It was a mistake. 

The old man whipped around on him and clenched his neck with one hand
and in the other held a very large knife.  Mark was gasping for breath 
and panic shot through every nerve.  This man had killed several girls 
without even blinking, what would be be to the old murderer? 

"I want to know what else the little bitch told you.  Did she tell you
it was me?  Did she?" he growled, Mark was seeing black spots in his 
vision.  He had to do something quick or he was going to die.  Blindly, 
he slashed his own blade and heard Al cry out in pain, dropping him 
onto the floor.  Quickly, Mark scrambled away, gasping in lungfuls of 
air, trying to get his vocal chords to work so he could call for help. 

"Oh, you're going to pay for that," he snarled and came after him, blood
dripping from his arm.  Mark thought of Desiree, poor Desiree and her 
dog.  Anger surged through his body and he rose with malicious intent. 

"I don't think so.  You shouldn't have killed those girls, Al.  You
shouldn't have killed Poka, and most of all, you shouldn't have killed 
Desiree," he lunged for the older man who laughed at his attempt, sure 
he could overpower him.  However, Mark had good aim and as Al's blade 
came down, Mark's knife plunged into his throat.  Al gurgled in 
surprise but still brought the knife down, burying it in Mark's chest. 

The shock of the knife in his body made blackness fill his vision but
not before he saw Al stagger and collapse into the hall.  He'd done it, 
he had killed Desiree's killer.  Maybe everyone could rest at ease now 
and now he would be able to join Desiree.  He hoped that Michelle would 
be able to forgive him, then he passed out completely.


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