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"Morning, Alex," I heard Greg say as he walked into the kitchen. I looked at him from my place at the kitchen table and smiled.
"You're in a good mood today," I remarked, "What's got you so happy?"
He smiled and walked over to the opposite side of the table from me. "I dunno, it's just, everything seems to be finally looking up." I grinned, putting another spoon full of cheerios in my mouth. He seemed to glow when he was happy, and it was nice to have his usually glum self be a little perky for a change.
RJ walked in and took out a few Pop tarts. He ripped open the little bag they were in and took a bite. He started to walk over to the table when Missy appeared beside him in the blink of an eye. "Boo," she said. RJ Nearly jumped out of his skin. He jumped forward, slamming into Greg. He was pushed a few steps back and then stopped moving. I stared at him.
"Uh-oh," Missy said, disappearing.
"Greg?" I called, no answer. I immediately recalled what had happened with Missy and Kat. Greg had stepped on the spot where he died.
He stood there for a few seconds, still falling into the trance, and in this time RJ walked over to stand behind me.
"That's not fair!" Greg yelled, "You can't stop me from seeing him." He looked angry and a little hurt. He crossed his arms and glared in the direction of the sink. "This isn't just some phase, Dad. I'm not a kid anymore, and you can't keep treating me like one!" Suddenly, the anger disappeared from his face and it was replaced with confusion. "...What are you doing?" Suddenly he flew back into the back door, slipping down onto the floor. He groaned, putting a hand on his hip. His head flew back and hit the door and he slumped back against it. He rubbed his forehead and then attempted to stand. However, every time he tried to get back up, put up a fight, stop the person who was attacking him, he would get slammed back to the ground.
Greg was brought to his hands and knees, retching from a kick in the stomach. At this point I was fighting back the tears.
Greg suddenly slammed his head on the floor and stopped moving.
He lay there for a few moments. If I hadn't just seen what had happened, I would have thought he had fallen asleep. His face looked so peaceful.
He gasped and coughed, then wiped the spit and blood away from his mouth. He slowly stood up and coughed again, then looked at us.
"I'm sorry," He said, "I don't like being dragged out of the closet," He looked like he was about to cry as he limped past us and out of the kitchen.
"Greg!" RJ called and we both followed him out into the hall. When we got out of the kitchen we found that Greg was no where to be seen.
Suddenly, the house started to shake and things started to fall. everything crashed around us.
"Greg," I said, "calm down!"
"Calm down?" His voice boomed through the house, "Why don't you calm the fuck down!"
"Get a hold of yourself!" RJ said over the noise, "It's okay!"
In the blink of an eye, Greg appeared in front of us. There were tears on his cheeks and his eyes were a little red. "No, it's not." His voiced cracked a little when he spoke. "You have no idea what it's like to get murdered!" Everything stopped moving and he just stood there, the most depression I'd ever seen in anyone's eyes in his. "And for such a stupid reason."
"You're right," I told him, "It isn't okay, and it is a stupid reason, but the point is that we still love you, no matter what." I walked up to him, wrapping my arms around him. and I felt him return the hug. We embraced for a while before I felt warm tears on my shoulder.
My heart melted and I broke the hug, staring at him. "I have an idea." I announced, then walked up to my room, the two trailing behind me. I took out my laptop and immediately started to research Greg. "What's you're last name?" I asked him.
He looked at me in surprise, "Uh, Moore." He answered, sitting down on the edge of the bed. RJ rolled over my chair from my desk and sat down in it backwards, resting his arms on the back.
As I researched they talked.
"It was just a normal day," Greg told us, "me and my best friend, Owen, we're going to go to a talent how at school that night. The thing I didn't know was that he was in it." He smiled a little, "I remember he got up there with some other kids that were in his band and said 'This is dedicated to my friend Greg since there's no one better to dedicate it to'" He laughed a little. For a few moments he sat there, reminiscing, until his smile disappeared. "We went back to my house after. That was probably the worst decision I ever made...My dad walked in on us, Owen left, and you know the rest." Tears lined his eyes as he continued. "But you know what the worst part is? I saw him! My friend came over after he heard with his parents. I would have said something to him, but no one could see me. I swear, with the way he looked at my dad, he knew. Everyone knew!"
"Did your dad get convicted?" RJ asked him, Greg shrugged.
"I don't think so,the cops that come over to my house said that they needed the murder weapon."
"Did they find one?" RJ asked yet another question.
"Not that I saw."
I skimmed through a local newspaper article, and my interest peaked. "found something," I told them. They both turned and listened as I read the article. "The list of suspects includes Kit Moore, the murder victim's father, and Owen Scarcella-Johnson, the victim's friend. A local Police Chief, Officer Greta Bishop, said 'We're trying to convict someone, but both suspects have liable alibis. If we find the murder weapon or the body we'll most likely be able to convict someone, but it doesn't look like we'll be able to find either.'" I sat back against the headboard of my bed, thinking. "Kit Moore...That' your dad isn't it?" I asked him. Greg nodded and I searched the name. A picture came up of an older guy with graying brown hair and brown eyes. He wasn't smiling, and seemed like a drab sort of guy. "Is that him?" I pointed to the picture. Greg leaned in and looked at it, frowning.
"Yeah, that's him."
I researched him for a while, before turning to them. "He's still alive, and was never convicted for killing you." Greg stood and paced a little, running his hand through his hair.
"What's Kat's full name?" I asked him.
"Kathrine Hunter."
After a while, we had compiled quite a bit of information on Kathrine Hunter and Melissa Connor.
In Kat's case, it was a break in. They broke in and stole a lot of her stuff. Mostly it was jewelry that they took. Among the stolen items were a dress, an amber necklace, 100 dollars in cash, and a pair of diamond earrings. We had seen pictures of Kat wearing the dress and jewelry on the internet and could see why someone would want to steal them. They never found the body, of course, and the only reason they knew it was a break in was because of the blood on her floor and the stolen things. Luckily, There was a witness to a woman breaking into Kat's house, now my house, and they caught the killer. She said that she hadn't gone into the house with the intention to kill Kat, but once she was in, she felt obligated to.
Missy was a little harder to get the dirt on. She disappeared from her home in 1901 while her uncle was babysitting her. He said he was sleeping and that someone must have broken in or she must have gone outside. The search for her was in vain as they looked for her for months before giving up. They were completely unaware that she was in still in the house.
"Her family never left the house," I told them. Then I read something alarming. "Her uncle died here."
They both looked at me with a bit of confusion. I continued, "he died of a fall down the stairs in 1902."
Greg's eyes widened. "Missy said she couldn't be seen until a year after she died." he whispered.
"He deserved to die," we all jumped when we heard Missy whisper from the doorway.
Greg smiled at her, "Hey, Little Miss, come here." Missy ran over and Greg lifted her up onto his lap.
"I didn't do it, though," the little girl said innocently, "I didn't even see it."
"We believe you," Alex said, "Uhh, Greg, would you mind-" I gestured toward the door.
Greg nodded "Come on, Little Miss," He cooed, picking her up and carrying her out of the room.
"Bye, Alex," She said and waved as she was carried through the doorway.

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"Morning, Alex," I heard Greg say as he walked into the kitchen. I looked at him from my place at the kitchen table and smiled.
"You're in a good mood today," I remarked, "What's got you so happy?"
He smiled and walked over to the opposite side of the table from me. "I dunno, it's just, everything seems to be finally looking up." I grinned, putting another spoon full of cheerios in my mouth. He seemed to glow when he was happy, and it was nice to have his usually glum self be a little perky for a change.
RJ walked in and took out a few Pop tarts. He ripped open the little bag they were in and took a bite. He started to walk over to the table when Missy appeared beside him in the blink of an eye. "Boo," she said. RJ Nearly jumped out of his skin. He jumped forward, slamming into Greg. He was pushed a few steps back and then stopped moving. I stared at him.
"Uh-oh," Missy said, disappearing.
"Greg?" I called, no answer. I immediately recalled what had happened with Missy and Kat. Greg had stepped on the spot where he died.
He stood there for a few seconds, still falling into the trance, and in this time RJ walked over to stand behind me.
"That's not fair!" Greg yelled, "You can't stop me from seeing him." He looked angry and a little hurt. He crossed his arms and glared in the direction of the sink. "This isn't just some phase, Dad. I'm not a kid anymore, and you can't keep treating me like one!" Suddenly, the anger disappeared from his face and it was replaced with confusion. "...What are you doing?" Suddenly he flew back into the back door, slipping down onto the floor. He groaned, putting a hand on his hip. His head flew back and hit the door and he slumped back against it. He rubbed his forehead and then attempted to stand. However, every time he tried to get back up, put up a fight, stop the person who was attacking him, he would get slammed back to the ground.
Greg was brought to his hands and knees, retching from a kick in the stomach. At this point I was fighting back the tears.
Greg suddenly slammed his head on the floor and stopped moving.
He lay there for a few moments. If I hadn't just seen what had happened, I would have thought he had fallen asleep. His face looked so peaceful.
He gasped and coughed, then wiped the spit and blood away from his mouth. He slowly stood up and coughed again, then looked at us.
"I'm sorry," He said, "I don't like being dragged out of the closet," He looked like he was about to cry as he limped past us and out of the kitchen.
"Greg!" RJ called and we both followed him out into the hall. When we got out of the kitchen we found that Greg was no where to be seen.
Suddenly, the house started to shake and things started to fall. everything crashed around us.
"Greg," I said, "calm down!"
"Calm down?" His voice boomed through the house, "Why don't you calm the fuck down!"
"Get a hold of yourself!" RJ said over the noise, "It's okay!"
In the blink of an eye, Greg appeared in front of us. There were tears on his cheeks and his eyes were a little red. "No, it's not." His voiced cracked a little when he spoke. "You have no idea what it's like to get murdered!" Everything stopped moving and he just stood there, the most depression I'd ever seen in anyone's eyes in his. "And for such a stupid reason."
"You're right," I told him, "It isn't okay, and it is a stupid reason, but the point is that we still love you, no matter what." I walked up to him, wrapping my arms around him. and I felt him return the hug. We embraced for a while before I felt warm tears on my shoulder.
My heart melted and I broke the hug, staring at him. "I have an idea." I announced, then walked up to my room, the two trailing behind me. I took out my laptop and immediately started to research Greg. "What's you're last name?" I asked him.
He looked at me in surprise, "Uh, Moore." He answered, sitting down on the edge of the bed. RJ rolled over my chair from my desk and sat down in it backwards, resting his arms on the back.
As I researched they talked.
"It was just a normal day," Greg told us, "me and my best friend, Owen, we're going to go to a talent how at school that night. The thing I didn't know was that he was in it." He smiled a little, "I remember he got up there with some other kids that were in his band and said 'This is dedicated to my friend Greg since there's no one better to dedicate it to'" He laughed a little. For a few moments he sat there, reminiscing, until his smile disappeared. "We went back to my house after. That was probably the worst decision I ever made...My dad walked in on us, Owen left, and you know the rest." Tears lined his eyes as he continued. "But you know what the worst part is? I saw him! My friend came over after he heard with his parents. I would have said something to him, but no one could see me. I swear, with the way he looked at my dad, he knew. Everyone knew!"
"Did your dad get convicted?" RJ asked him, Greg shrugged.
"I don't think so,the cops that come over to my house said that they needed the murder weapon."
"Did they find one?" RJ asked yet another question.
"Not that I saw."
I skimmed through a local newspaper article, and my interest peaked. "found something," I told them. They both turned and listened as I read the article. "The list of suspects includes Kit Moore, the murder victim's father, and Owen Scarcella-Johnson, the victim's friend. A local Police Chief, Officer Greta Bishop, said 'We're trying to convict someone, but both suspects have liable alibis. If we find the murder weapon or the body we'll most likely be able to convict someone, but it doesn't look like we'll be able to find either.'" I sat back against the headboard of my bed, thinking. "Kit Moore...That' your dad isn't it?" I asked him. Greg nodded and I searched the name. A picture came up of an older guy with graying brown hair and brown eyes. He wasn't smiling, and seemed like a drab sort of guy. "Is that him?" I pointed to the picture. Greg leaned in and looked at it, frowning.
"Yeah, that's him."
I researched him for a while, before turning to them. "He's still alive, and was never convicted for killing you." Greg stood and paced a little, running his hand through his hair.
"What's Kat's full name?" I asked him.
"Kathrine Hunter."
After a while, we had compiled quite a bit of information on Kathrine Hunter and Melissa Connor.
In Kat's case, it was a break in. They broke in and stole a lot of her stuff. Mostly it was jewelry that they took. Among the stolen items were a dress, an amber necklace, 100 dollars in cash, and a pair of diamond earrings. We had seen pictures of Kat wearing the dress and jewelry on the internet and could see why someone would want to steal them. They never found the body, of course, and the only reason they knew it was a break in was because of the blood on her floor and the stolen things. Luckily, There was a witness to a woman breaking into Kat's house, now my house, and they caught the killer. She said that she hadn't gone into the house with the intention to kill Kat, but once she was in, she felt obligated to.
Missy was a little harder to get the dirt on. She disappeared from her home in 1901 while her uncle was babysitting her. He said he was sleeping and that someone must have broken in or she must have gone outside. The search for her was in vain as they looked for her for months before giving up. They were completely unaware that she was in still in the house.
"Her family never left the house," I told them. Then I read something alarming. "Her uncle died here."
They both looked at me with a bit of confusion. I continued, "he died of a fall down the stairs in 1902."
Greg's eyes widened. "Missy said she couldn't be seen until a year after she died." he whispered.
"He deserved to die," we all jumped when we heard Missy whisper from the doorway.
Greg smiled at her, "Hey, Little Miss, come here." Missy ran over and Greg lifted her up onto his lap.
"I didn't do it, though," the little girl said innocently, "I didn't even see it."
"We believe you," Alex said, "Uhh, Greg, would you mind-" I gestured toward the door.
Greg nodded "Come on, Little Miss," He cooed, picking her up and carrying her out of the room.
"Bye, Alex," She said and waved as she was carried through the doorway.