Chapter 3: Chapter 2

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic

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Past - December 10th 2009, that very night


The night was foggy and silent. No one was awake. Almost no one that is. The only sound heard was the occasional melodious hum that came from the distance. The hum had no source; it was hidden by the cloud of fog. The street lights were flickering on and off. One street light had already ceased to shine, as it stood there in the street, dark and empty, bulb burned out. This old street was a perfect example of a ghost town, if ghosts did actually exist.

The blue and red lights from the entering police car stood out in this dark silent environment. The loud wails from the siren were like striking roars into the silent night. The car came to a sudden halt in the middle of the street, as if the driver had been startled. The doors of the car slowly opened, and out stood one of the cops. He mumbled a few words to his partner before closing the door. Just as soon as he had closed the door, the door on the opposite side flew open, and out stood his partner.

“What are you doing!?” exclaimed the first man, “I told you to stay in the car, until I gave the signal.”

“I’m not going to sit on my ass in that car while you go out there into who knows what!” the other man yelled back.

The first guy moved his hand to his forehead, rubbing his temple. “Look Wes, I am only looking out for you!”

Wes sighed. “Angelo, we don’t need a fight now. Someone needs us, and we’re here arguing who should go. We should work as a team.”

Angelo bit down on his bottom lip before answering. “Fine. What about Pablo? Is he coming, too?”

“He’s asleep…” replied Wes.

“Wake him up.” he replied. Wes nodded, before sticking his head into the back of the cop car.

“Aye, Pablo!” yelled Wes, “Wake up!” Pablo quickly opened his eyes, jumping up in fright.

“What?” he asked, sleepily. “Oh, right.” he mumbled, getting out of the car. He suddenly paused, something catching his eye. “Whoa. What is that!?”

“What?” asked Angelo.

“What do you see, Pablo?” questioned Wes, preparing to pull out his gun.

He pointed towards the street. “There! On the street!” yelled Pablo, “Don’t you see it?”

Angelo turned towards the street. With his arms crossed, he carefully studied the street for anything suspicious. “I don’t see anything.” mumbled Angelo.

“How can you not see it!?” yelled Pablo, “It’s standing right there!”

Wes put his hand comfortably on Pablo’s shoulder. “There, there, Pablo.”

“I’m not crazy!” growled Pablo, shoving Wes’s hand off of him.

Putting his hands up in a defensive position, Wes backed away. “I never said you were.”

“But you are treating me like I am!” whispered Pablo.

“I’m sorry.” replied Wes. Pablo only nodded, before his eyes opened wide in fear.

“Angelo! Move! It’s coming closer! Move you idiot!” cried out Pablo.

Angelo turned to look at Pablo with question in his eyes. “What-” his question was cut off as an invisible hand covered his mouth. His eyes showed intense fear as he was dragged into the fog.

“What’s happening!?” yelled Wes, watching as Angelo was slowly dragged away.

“I warned you!” yelled Pablo, close to tears. “But did you listen? No!”

Wes jumped forward, an attempt at saving Angelo. “Take my hand, Angelo!” he yelled.

A silent tear fell down Angelo’s face as he struggled to get free. His hand slowly moved, connecting with Wes’s extended hand.

Closing his eyes, Wes concentrated at pulling his friend forward. “Help me, Pablo!” yelled Wes, as the force holding Angelo grew stronger.

“What do I do!?” asked Pablo, his voice shaking.

“Anything! Just help me save him!” responded Wes, gripping tighter to Angelo’s hand.

“Oh!” cried Pablo. Thinking fast, he wrapped his arms around Wes. “I hope this works.”

“Okay good. Pull with me! Together we are bound to save him.” commanded Wes. Pablo nodded. “On the count of three I want you to pull. One…two…three!” Wes shouted, pulling Angelo. “Pablo pull now!”

Pablo nodded quickly, pulling with all his might and all his strength.

“That’s it! We almost got him.” encouraged Wes. “Just one more pull!”

As Pablo and Wes made a final tug, the unbelievably strong force that had beholden Angelo there on the spot had grew weak, or had given up. The push against them which had been very strong caused Pablo and Wes to stumble backwards on their last pull.

Wes regained his footing, and had helped Pablo up to his feet. He quickly turned to see if they had succeeded. He gave a sigh of relief, when he saw Angelo, sitting on the floor. He was okay, all but his immense shaking.

Wes crouched down to comfort Angelo. “It’s okay now, Angelo. You are safe.”

“For now…” muttered Pablo, regretfully.

“Pablo!” snapped Wes.

“What?” replied Pablo, “It’s true! This whole street is a death waiting to happen.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about…”whispered Wes, more to himself.

“Oh, I don’t, do I?” responded Pablo. “Did you ever wonder why I could see the thing that had been holding Angelo, and you two couldn’t?”

“I never even questioned that.” Wes said, honestly.

“Maybe you haven’t noticed, but I can see things people like you can’t.” Pablo said in a soft whisper, yet in a harsh tone.

“People like me?” repeated Wes, “What the hell do you mean by that?”

“Wes, did you ever notice that I am not normal?” said Pablo.

Wes nodded, slowly. “Yeah, but I always assumed…”

Pablo’s eyes lit up dangerously. “You assumed that I crazy, didn’t you? Didn’t you!?”

“No, no, nothing like that!” Wes exclaimed, backing up in fear.

Pablo’s eyes grew wide, before shutting them tight as he let out a strangled yell. He took a deep breath.

“Pablo?” asked Wes.

In a calmer state, Pablo opened his eyes. “I’m sorry.” he said softly, “I don’t know what got into me…”

Wes crossed his arms, shooting Pablo an accusing look. “I think you do.”

Pablo stumbled, before sitting down on the floor. “Okay, you’re right. I do.”

Wes hummed to himself, before replying. “Care to explain.”

Pablo took a deep breath before opening his mouth. “It all started on October thirty-first.”

“What did?”

“The visions, the seeing things, everything.” whispered Pablo, looking into the distance, as if looking back into the past.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” asked Wes.

Pablo laughed. “Like any of you would have believed me. The only thing the police force would do would be make me temporally resigned and go to a mental clinic until I got better. And you know what? I will never get better! This gift…this curse, it’s with me, my entire life!”

“We wouldn’t do that…”whispered Wes, “We wouldn’t do that!”

Pablo laughed. “What makes you so sure?”

“Pablo! We wouldn’t.” cried Wes, “Sure we’d be shocked, but you’re still the same ole Pablo. Still my best friend.”

Pablo let out a cry, pulling at his hair. “Wes…I want to believe that. I really do, but I just can’t.”

Wes sighed, and stood up. “I see.”

Pablo glanced up at Wes’s retreating form. “Where…are you going?”

“Maybe you have forgotten, but we came here with a job to do.” replied Wes.

“I didn’t forget…it just momentarily left my mind.” responded Pablo, jumping to his feet. As they were about to take another step forward, Wes gasped remembering something.

“What?” asked Pablo.

“I’ll be right back!” he replied, walking back towards Angelo.

Angelo was leaning against the police car, taking sudden breaths. He was still in shock from the recent incident. His eyes were foggy, and held a lost gaze. Wes stopped pacing as he neared Angelo’s form.

Wes sighed, shaking his head. “Angelo…” he whispered, sadly.

Angelo glanced up, tears clouding his vision. “Wes…” Angelo replied in a soft, scared voice.

Wes kneeled down to be eye to eye with Angelo. “Angelo…look at me.” he commanded as Angelo kept moving, refusing to make eye contact. At the seriousness in his voice, his eyes finally met with Wes’s.

“Angelo…I am going to ask you a question, and you are going to answer it with a yes or a no. Okay?” Wes explained.
Angelo nodded, slowly.

“Alright” Wes whispered, “Do you think you are okay to go on?”

Angelo bit down on his bottom lip. A tear fell down his face. “No.” he whispered. He shut his eyes, ashamed at the cowardly tone in his voice. He was so used to being the brave one of the group, that being thing frightened member just didn’t fit well with him.

“Okay…” replied Wes, his eyes going to the car before returning to look at Angelo’s. “Would you be fine alone in the car?”

“Yes.” replied Angelo.

Wes gave a small smile, “Alright.” he whispered, standing up. Extending out his hand for Angelo, he said “Ring me if you fear anything else is happening. Okay?”

Now on his feet, Angelo nodded slowly. “I will.” he replied.

“Do you want me to walk you back to the car?” asked Wes, carefully.

Angelo shook his head, smiling. “Nah, I think I can do this part on my own.” he said in a more confident tone.

“Alright. Well I am going to go now, Pablo is waiting for me. Remember ring me, if anything looks suspicious or anything.”

“I will.” responded Angelo. “What if you don’t answer, though? Would I ring Pablo?”

Wes shook his head. “No. I will answer, and if I don’t, I want you to get out of the car and run.”

Angelo looked at Wes confused. “Why not Pablo?”

Wes sighed. “He may not be the best one to confine with this type of news.” On Angelo’s confused gaze, he added “I’ll explain it more later.” Even though he hadn’t want to think negatively, some part of him did as it whispered ‘You mean if there is a later’.

“Alright.” Angelo replied, getting in the car. “Good luck” he whispered, before the door closed.

Wes sighed as he stared regretfully at the car for about two seconds, before walking back the Pablo.

When Wes reached Pablo, he noticed that his friend was in a much more relaxed state.

“Well someone looks happier.” he mumbled softly with a smile.

“Oh Wes, you‘re back.” Pablo responded in a mellow tone. “How did the chat with Angelo go?”

Wes looked at Pablo with suspiciousness, “How did you…”

“How did I know you were talking with Angelo?” Pablo said, finishing Wes’s sentence. At Wes‘s slow nod, he said, “Well I wasn’t spying on you or anything. Actually I didn’t really know if you had been talking with Angelo…It was a…lucky presumption, I guess”

Unsure if he should believe all of his friend’s words, Wes nodded slowly. “Okay…I believe you.”

“So how did it go?” asked Pablo. He finally noticed that Wes came alone. “Wait. Where is Angelo?”

“As you can clearly see, he is not here.” replied Wes, “Now if you don’t mind I would like to start on this mission before I age any older!”

Shock was evident on Pablo’s face as his mouth took the form of the a letter “O”. He shook his head, before smiling at Wes. “Right…” said Pablo in an almost too calm voice to be considered normal.

Wes smiled nervously at his friend before taking a step forward. “Uh, could you not walk that close behind me…you’re kind of breathing up on my neck.”

“Oh, sorry…” whispered Pablo, “Sorry.”

Wes nodded slowly, giving a forced smile. “Uh…I guess it’s okay…”

“So, where is this house we are supposed to have a look-see at?” Pablo said in a more normal tone than he had been before.

Inwardly, Wes sighed in relief. If Pablo had said anything else in that previous tone, he was sure that he would have died. He pointed towards a house on the right side of the street. “It’s…uh…that one right there.”

Pablo followed Wes’s finger to the house. “What a pretty house.”

“What are you talking about?” asked Wes, “They all look the same. Grayish paint on the walls, weeds in the front lawn, and a torn white fence.”

“No.” answered Pablo. “You don’t see this part but I can.”

“Well, what do you see?” asked Wes.

“A playground set: two swings, a teeter-totter, a slide, children…” whispered Pablo.

“Why can’t I see these supposed children?” asked Wes.

“Because…they died three months ago.” responded Pablo.

Wes’s eyes grew large. “What are you saying?”

“Wes…do you know what really happened here, on that one night?” he asked.

Wes shook his head. “No…what did?”

“A fire, a horrible fire.” whispered Pablo, “No survivors…the two children killed…parents never found.”

“Maybe the parents escaped?” asked Wes.

Pablo shook his head. “No. All their belongings were still in there, but all burned to a crisp.”

“Maybe they went without their things?” he asked.

Pablo frowned. “No, they didn‘t.”

“How do you know that?” asked Wes.

Pointing towards the far corner of the house, Pablo said “Do you see the gleam on that window?”

“Yeah…what about it?” he asked.

“That’s the glow from the parents that died in that house.” he said.

“But if they did die in the fire, why weren’t their bodies found?” questioned Wes.

“There’s only one possible answer to that.” replied Pablo, “Whoever started that fire, dragged their already dead bodies out of the house.”

“That doesn’t make sense.” whispered Wes, “Why take the parents’ dead bodies and not the children…What’s the point in that? He still left proof of the murder.”

“I don’t think he was trying to hide his tracks…” responded Pablo.

“Then what do you assume he was trying to do?”

“He knew these people were important people and were worth a fortune in the world of crime…he knew he would get a good buck or two off by selling them in the black market.”

“How do you know all of this!?” exclaimed Wes.

“Remember the week that I had said that I was off visiting a sick family member?” he asked. Wes nodded. “I wasn’t. I was busy searching this case, trying to get as much info about it as I could.”

“Why didn’t you let the rest of us at the station know about this murder?” asked Wes. “For all you know, this murder could be still loose.” Pablo shook his head. “No?”

“I followed him…I saw him kill himself.” Pablo whispered, shivering.

“Why would a murderer kill himself…?”

“That’s the thing…he didn’t do it himself.” answered Pablo.

“So basically, the murderer was murdered?”

“Well, technically speaking yes but hypothetically speaking…he didn’t.” responded Pablo.

“What the hell does that mean?” asked Wes.

“A ghost murdered him.” answered Pablo. “The ghost of one of his victims that wanted revenge…”

Wes shook his head, not wanting to believe it. “But…why is this whole street alleged as uncanny and spine-chilling?”

Pablo looked carefully down at Wes. “Because Wes…that man didn’t just murder the people in this house…he murdered everyone on this street.”

Wes’s eyes widened. “Alright, I think I have heard enough.” he exclaimed, “Let’s go in.”

“I wouldn’t go further if I were you.” warned Pablo.

“And why not?” asked Wes, stopping in his steps.

“No one lives there.” answered Pablo. “No one has since the murder.”

“If no one lives here, how do you explain the phone call made to the station?” he asked.

“Some ghosts are able to connect their spiritually energy with the phone lines. One of the ghosts could have called the station.”

“And why would they do that?” he asked.

“It’s all a trap.” responded Pablo, “They are mad that their lives were cut short and want to end others, so they know what it feels like.”

“You can’t be serious!” exclaimed Wes.

“But I am.” whispered Pablo.

Wes closed his eyes, shaking his head. “I am going in anyways…just in case someone is in there.” He stepped the rest of the steps toward the front door before entering.

Pablo sighed, and glanced towards the skies. “I warned him, you can’t say I didn’t!” he yelled at the sky. “Oh don’t give me that look!”

“Pablo!” called Wes from inside, “Are you coming or what?”

Pablo sighed, and looked up at the sky for an answer, he nodded. “Yeah sure, I can’t let you do this alone.” he said. He entered the seemingly abandoned house, the door closing behind him.

Submitted: November 24, 2010

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