When you were alive you were the only woman on the police force. You however dated the serial killer and radio host Alastor. One day you take the blame for the murders to cover for Al. In death what happens next?
"Is there anything I can do to help," Alastor asked.
"Can you turn on my record player?"
"Sure."
You heard everyone leave and everything is silent. Then the music started off quietly it got louder slowly. Despite you dying in the 1920's you were listening to Disney music. My Sweet Evangaline was playing, it was from The Princess And The Frog. It was a movie you quite enjoyed. You soon were asleep.
Alastor's POV I walked silently back to my room, it was larger than a normal room, no not because I was respected, it was my magic. It was the size of a normal house, it was my normal house, two stories, four bathrooms and six bedrooms.
Knock knock knock
"Yes, who is it." Very few people ever knocked on my door, I wonder who it is.
"Alastor, Y/N was wondering if we all wanted to watch a movie," it was Charlie. I have never watched a movie before... I guess I can discard some rest for some supposed fun.
"Sure... what should I wear?"
"Some PJ's would be fine.
After she left I walked to my bathroom.
"Maybe I should take a bath."
I turned on the water and started to change.
Y/N's POV
"Can you check on Alastor for me please," Charlie said,
"Why can't you?"
"Vaggie and are comfortable on the couch."
"FINE."
I slowly walked upstairs and to Al's room. I knocked on the door. No answer
"Alastor get your butt down the stairs and into the movie room."
Why is he not answering? I opened his door and stepped inside.
"Alastor!"
Then you saw it !
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"Y/N!" He screamed as he turned around. "Oí you bish get your ass downstairs!" "Don't speak to me Ike that when YOU are the one who is intruding on my personal business." "Sorry but get down stairs." "Fine."
