*Misty's POV*
I saw the house shake, the windows crack and I heard the booming of Harry's voice. I'd only ever heard that once before and it had been one of the scariest experiences of my life. I couldn't imagine the fear that was coursing through this murderer's body. The bastard deserved it for all he'd done. I called the hotline.
"Hello, yes I would like to give you an anonymous tip."I said, and then I gave them the address of the house I was standing in front of. Harry walked out of the house followed by the others with a satisfied smirk on his face.
"I got him good didn't I Lou, did you hear him scream when I grabbed his leg? It was all I could do not to laugh."Niall said laughing with Louis as they walked up the path.
"I haven't had a good scare in ages that was refreshing."Zayn said his arm draped around Perrie's shoulders and she grinned up at him.
"I have to admit it was fun."She said. Danielle and Eleanor nodded and I noticed everyone was glowing brighter than before.
"So I'm guessing scaring people makes you ghosts quite happy."I said as they approached me.
"You don't get much fun when you're dead."Louis yelled grabbing Eleanor's hand. I laughed and Harry made it to me first.
"Let's get you home Mist."He said smiling widely."You just helped catch a killer. If it wasn't for you none of us would've had the courage to try this."I bowed grandly.
"Glad to be of service."Harry wrapped his arm around my waist leading me up the road towards home.
*Harry's POV*
I felt exhilarated. I hadn't really scared someone in fifty years. I meant what I said to that murdering son of a bitch, if he didn't confess I would haunt him until he died. He had barely experienced a tenth of the terror I could put him through.
"Harry, what did you do to that man?"Misty asked running her hand over mine laid on her hip.
"It might be better if you didn't know. We ghosts can be quite scary when we want to be."I squeezed her waist."I have to say Zayn and I are the best scarers of the bunch, but Eleanor's got one hell of a scream."She nodded."You'll have your confession by morning babe, or he'll get another visit from us."She looked at the ground.
"I hope he rots."She said and I squeezed her waist again.
"He will, he'll rot for the rest of his life."We walked in silence until we got to her front porch.
"Harry, our relationship, is it official now?"She asked and I stopped and looked at her.
"I guess it is."I said and she smiled widely opening the door and stepping through. I chuckled to myself walking through after her. I looked towards the ceiling.
"Thanks Rach."I could've sworn I heard her say.
"You're welcome."
*Danielle's POV*
We sat in the living room of the house watching the couple snuggle on the couch. Their little girl stumbled out.
"Mummy, Daddy, I had a bad dream."She said rubbing her eyes.
"Aw baby, let’s get you back to sleep."The man said grabbing his wife's hand and picking up the little girl. He carried her away and I sighed.
"Li, what happened to you?"I asked and he stiffened.
"My Dad was a terrible man."He said and I shook my head.
"That didn't answer my question."
"Let me finish."He said launching into his tale."He used to beat my Mum, but he stopped after I got old enough to take it. I'm glad he never touched my sisters, not once; I never wanted them to feel the pain I did. In some way I think I took the beatings so they wouldn't get them. He used to make them watch him beat me, but at least it wasn't them. It used to only happen once and awhile. It got more and more frequent as life went on and I got older. I covered my bruises as best I could and explained away the ones I couldn't hide. They must have thought I was the clumsiest kid. I'd been beaten every day since I was ten years old, I'd built up a tolerance, but that day he went too far. According to the Medical Examiner's autopsy in 1964 I died from internal hemorrhaging and he broke or fractured most of my ribs which at least one punctured my lungs. He also fractured my cheekbone and tore my optical nerve. If I had survived I would've been partially blind."Liam said calmly and I stared at him for the longest time before bursting into tears.
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