When Dream's become your worst Nightmare

Epilogue

After my mom and my body found dead in our living room, when my dad got home on Monday night, he called the police and ambulances came and police cars.
My dad and the police spent months on end trying to find who ever killed my mom and I and why.
Then there was a funeral for my mom and I a week after, ever though no one could see me I was there.
I felt so bad that we didn't take my dad with us so we could be a family again, so I went to where my dad lived and visited him. When he saw me and started balling his eyes. He couldn't believe it he thought he was having a dream, but he wasn't it was me. When my mom came he balled him eyes out even more.
"Daddy it's me, It's really me it's not a dream or anything" I told him about to cry. "What happened to you why are you dead?" He said whipping away the tears from his face. "You know how I was acting weird, well that was because I had this really bad dream, and then it became real. I was thrown around by the ghost a lot the night before you came home and the last time I was thrown in to the wall where I was found, and it killed me." I started walking over to him. "Do you want to be with us or or do you want to spend the rest of your life without us?" Questioning my dad. "I want to be with you guys, but what will I have to do?"
Just hold still dad,"I said in a serous voice. I picked up my dad and threw him into the wall. A little bit after he started appearing in front of us. "Yay!!!Daddy" I screamed as I hugged him as tight as I could.
So we traveled the world as a better family, with a mom,dad and two girls.