E.N.D (the rest of)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
As an all male family moves into a house befitting of a "haunted house" label, two brothers dig deeper to find out what is going on.

Submitted: October 28, 2011

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Submitted: October 28, 2011




We were heading home in Erin’s Pontiac. Neither of us were talking because of the buzz we still felt from winning the title of King and Queen.

“Oh, Vincent, I thought it’d be an absolute disaster with Seth.”

“Well, it’s over now. We can head home.” Erin nodded. We pulled up at my house. I turned to Erin. “Well, for someone who’s never been to a ball, I think that was pretty amazing.”

“Yeah. You’d better get inside now and tell everyone about your achievement.”

“A trophy. Wow.” Erin laughed. I saw a tear rolling down her cheek, and caught it.

“Vincent, I don’t know if I can do this in front of…”

“Are you worried about Jeremy and his friends?” She nodded. “Then I’ll send them all to boot camp.” She laughed.

“I don’t think that would fix it.” I turned Erin’s face to me, and kissed her.

“Erin, don’t worry about them. What happened between you and Jeremy is no longer.”

“I suppose. But I don’t want to have the feeling that they’ll always chase us down.”

“They won’t.” I had a bright spark. “You said you’ve always wanted to travel to New Zealand, right?” Erin brightened up.


We landed in New Zealand – me, Marcus, and Erin. And Dad was waiting at the airport.

“Hello, Marcus. Vincent. And who is this?”

“This is Erin.”

“Is Erin staying with us?”

“No, she has a relative down the street – convenient.” I smiled. “She’s always wanted to see New Zealand. And so now’s the perfect time.”

“Well, I guess you can hitch a ride with us. Come on, then.” Everyone got into Dad’s car, and we drove home. Or, in Erin’s case, next door.


“Wow, your dad must be blind. That house is probably rife with spirits.”

“Only a whole family. We’re trying to find a lost daughter of theirs so that they can pass on.”

“That’s so sweet. Dangerous, but sweet.”

“Marcus and I have been talking to spirits ever since he started watching medium programs.”

“Wow. Devotion or what?”

“More like an obsession.” I laughed. “I guess you’d better go inside now. It’s about to rain.”



Marcus and I walked into our room. It did feel more welcoming, as he had said. “Marcus, have you found Alexis yet?”
“Yes, but she doesn’t want to go in the house. She can’t go in without someone actively involved in spirit communication. That’s you.”
“I see. Can we get her now?”
“We can try.” We headed downstairs. “Dad, I’m borrowing the car.”
We pulled up at the house Alexis lived in.
“You stay here. I’ll go get her.” Marcus got out of the car. I waited for about a minute before Marcus got back with Alexis. “Alexis, this is my brother. He’ll be the communicator between the spirit world and ours.”
“I hope this works. I want to hear what my dead dad has always wanted to say to me.” We drove back to Dad’s house and walked up to the room. Alexis walked closer to Marcus, scared. I looked around.
“Aaron? Your daughter’s here.” There was a silence. “Great. Let me talk to her.”
“Dad?” Alexis looked at me. I looked back at her as if I wasn’t me.
“Yes, Alexis?”
“I missed you so much!”
“I missed you too. Now listen.” Alexis stepped back. “Alexis, just because we’re not here doesn’t mean that you can’t love us. You have all right to leave right now, but I can’t leave until you listen to what I say.”
“Okay, Dad.” Alexis sat down in a chair. I felt Marcus’s mind bind with mine, to strengthen my power of holding a spirit.
“We all love you dearly. I suppose your foster family loves you too?”
“Yes, they do.”
“That’s a good thing. Do you know how we died?”
“I heard it was a house fire. But it can’t have been, because the house is still here.”
“Well, you’re right there. It wasn’t a house fire. It was chlorine gas.”
“The tank in the backyard?” Marcus’s eyes widened.
“Yes, that one. It is still to be uninstalled. And only someone from the original family of the house can turn the valve off. So, you must do it.”
“But… what if I…”
“You won’t. Trust me, I’m your father.”
‘Well, you’re actually my dad inside of a friend’s body.”
“Basically, I’m still your father. Now, to let us go, you must deactivate the chlorine gas valve in the backyard. You must do it for your family.”
“I’ll do it.” Alexis ran out the back door. Marcus and I followed her out. She walked to the tank and found the valve. “Which way do I turn it?”
“Left.” Alexis turned the valve. There was a massive creak, and the faint hissing sound stopped. “Thank you, Alexis. Is there anything you want to say before I leave?”
“I can’t think of anything to say except that I love you.”
“Well, I have to go now. Be sure to thank the Forrester brothers for helping.” I felt Aaron leave. I looked at Alexis as me again.
“Thanks so much, guys. Can I have a lift home?”

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