A PIE Tale

Not a Dwelling Situation

-Jess's POV, few hours pass-
The case wasn't to hard. Not to stubborn of a ghost. We are packing up and Marisbel is trying to make bad puns. She asked," What kind of shoes do theirs wear?" I shrug and laugh. "SNEAKER!" She laughs.
I roll my eyes. "What is the first thing you say when stuck inside a pickle?" I asked. She shrugged and hopped in the van. "We are in a little bit of a PICKLE!" I say laughing. She shook her head in disappointment," No, just No!" I look down and laughed.
I hopped in the drivers seat and started the engine. I start to drive home. Hopefully my glare at Ghost made him realize if he doesn't apologize I'll make tacos and he won't have any. Yup, that's the punishment.
I can tell she is aggravated at him still on how tense she is and how she keeps jumping around. She's trying to cover it. I look at her as I drive, looking over to her every once in a while. She's playing on her phone. She gets a text and try's to hide her phone somehow.
"What's up?" I say gesturing to the phone. She brushes it off and says," Nothing." Like that's going to stop me. I don't realize we are back at the house until I look up. I hop and first, Marisbel following me. She frowns when Ghost is standing in the doorway to the garage.
I walk past him giving him the same glare. He looks nervous and nods. I just walk inside and sit at the table next to Toast. "How was the case?" He asks. "Level 1. Not stubborn. Easy. Nothing really expect Trix was annoying," I say pointing to my head.
He nods," Ghost practically locked himself in his room. I asked him to come out but he'd say,' Not now Johnny.' I stopped bothering him but he kept mumbling." I look at him, I didn't think my stare was that effective. Marisbel comes running in with Ghost following.
She has his man purse. "Give me that back!" He yells laughing. Marisbel runs around the kitchen, him chasing her. Toast puts his arms up and Marisbel tosses it to him. I react and catch it before it reaches his hands. "HEY!" Toast calls over as I run up the stairs.
I easily get caught and over the shoulder. Ghost walks down the stairs plopping me on the couch. He grabs his bag and walk back upstairs. "I'll never forget this!" Marisbel yells jokingly at him," No Regrets!" I laugh and walk up the stairs following him.
He closes the door and I knock. He yells threw the other side," Come in!" I open the door and slide through. "Hey can we talk?" I ask. He nods and sits on his bed. "Yeah?" He asks.
"Why did you lock yourself in here?" I ask. I look at the papers at his desk. "Filing?" He shrugs at that guess. "Yeah, I've been going through some files," he says. "Since when?" I ask. "Since Marisbel has the same tattoo on her stomach that is on the knife my father gave me," he explains.
"What?!" I yell. He shushes me and says," Yeah but don't tell them! She has the same symbol on my knife. The knife Timothy Casket gave me!" Hes says walking to his desk. "Where did you father get that?" I ask trying to make since.
"He got it from his work," he explains. "But your dad was a paranormal investigator too," I say confused. "Exactly! That's where it doesn't make since!" He says showing me a paper.
"This is all the names of the people he had cases with," he says pointing down the paper. His finger stops at one name, Tori Grace. "Grace? Like Marisbel Grace?" I ask pulling the paper away. "Yup! But I'm not going to spend all my time dwelling over it. I'll find out eventually." He says plopping down on his bed.
I look at the clock, it's 1 in the morning. "I'm gotta head to bed," I say walking out. He nods and stands up. "Night!" He says waving. I wave back and shut the door. I lug myself across the hall to my room. I get into a plain Minecraft shirt and sweat pants. I twist my hair into a bun and jump into bed.
It isn't long before I fall asleep.

A/N WHAT YOU GUYS THINK MARISBEL AND GHOST HAVE IN COMMON WITH THIS? HMMMM