Mommy's Killer

The Weapon

Oh gosh. I felt myself stumble into the chair, I got that sick feeling again. My mom's screams were buzzing through my ears and I couldn't take it. " Whoever had did the killing did some serious cleaning up of their trails, it's almost impossible to trace it." My dad nodded as if to get him to stop talking about it because he could see it was driving me crazy. " We are not giving up Ryan, and Mr.Mekille." The Officer said as he let himself out. Dad put his hand on my shoulder as I had my head in my lap. I couldn't take this anymore I need to know who killed my mom I need to. After my mom was killed, me and my dad moved out of the house and they had put police tape everywhere, they had cleaned up but I doubt anyone had moved in because the whole town had heard "The Murder of Amanda Mekille" I broke out of my daze and looked up at my dad. " Why would anyone want Mom dead?" He sighed and sat down. " Maybe it was about time we really talked about this." I looked up with big eyes and listened carefully.
" Your mother, well she was very nosy she was always in business...." He trailed off as if he wanted to cry. Then, he continued" I believe that whatever she was getting herself into is why someone decided to end her life." He stood up. That's it? Dad sounded way to suspect when he said that. Could Dad have killed Mom? Oh, of course not he was at work and I would have recognized him. I glared at him and he knew he needed to give me more details than that.

He sat back down" There was this group that was working with the bank your mom worked at and she believed that they were smuggling out money for themselves into a secret account rather than to the "charities" they were so called giving it too."
"Have you ever told the police that, maybe it was one of them."
" They all went in for questioning there was no way any of them were near the house when it happened. I am going to order a pizza tonight for dinner is there something you are going to do?"

It was only 2:00 so I decided I will go to Piper's who's probably home by now.
Piper didn't live so far from me so I walked to her house. I walked up the gray pavement to the stone steps and knocked on the door to the yellow house. Mrs.McCarthy opened the door and greeted me with a smile" Piper's upstairs hun." I smiled back and walked in and went past the living room where Piper's brother Hunter played loud video games. " Would you like some cookies? Lemonade?" Mrs.McCarthy asked. "No thank you." I said. I walked upstairs and into Piper's room that was decorated blue with pretty. Silver lace butterflies on the wall that she's had up since seventh grade. " Surprised you didn't come up with a cookie." Piper said not looking up from her laptop. " They found the knife, the one that was used to kill my mom." Piper now looking up from her laptop looked pitiful. " Piper , I have to find out who did this to my mom I just have too!" I told her. " Well, got any plans?" Piper asked. I smiled "I need to go back up to the house it will be a quick drive I just want to know if I could find something, anything that may have been left behind, can we go tonight?" Unexcited yet unexpected Piper nodded. " How does 3:00a.m. sound? You know my timing is fine but can you sneak out?" I frowned. Was this the right way to go? I'll probably never find anything and I'm not sure if I can take going back in that room ever again. " Yes, I can sneak out meet me out in front of my house by 2:55 a.m. And we have to be back before my dad gets up around 6 for work. Piper nodded and got back to her laptop. I left out and went home. I couldn't eat much pizza and when I went to bed I laid there all night. Around 2:45 a.m. I snuck my sweats back on and started to make my way out the door as swiftly and quietly as I could. I thought I heard someone in the bushes but when I turned they were empty.

Piper's Blue Jeep was parked in front of the house and I opened the passenger door and climbed in. Piper began to drive. "So where exactly is this house?" She asked.
"130 Cliforty Ave"
" Oh that's not very far"
When we got there I froze, the memory came back just looking at the house and I could hear the screaming swallowing my ears. " You okay? I'll go in with you." Piper said. We walked towards the door which was covered up by police tape. I motioned Piper to follow me to the back where I remember the back door. The back door was so easy to get into because it was unlocked and had no tape at all.

Piper and I climbed in and it smelt horrible. I looked around to find the stairs in the almost dark. It creaked as we walked up. There it was the room of the crime scene. Me and Piper ducked under the tape and I could see some faded bloodstains on the floor. I nearly choked on the stuffy dead smell. There was no glass on the windows as if they decided to tear up the house. " What exactly are we looking for? Shouldn't the police have cleaned up everything?" Piper said covering her nose. I didn't know exactly what I was looking for but I knew that the cops were doing all they could for my mom and I wanted to make sure I could do the best for her.

The door slammed shut! And then we heard a shriek. Mom? Mom! No, what was I thinking , Mom's not a ghost! Piper ran for the door and I stumbled behind. She pushed the door open as we stumbled down the stairs and out the back door. What was all that about? Piper was trembling so hard when she started the car and she drove me back home in silence. "It's almost 5, " she yawned. " I will call you later okay?" I snuck back inside upstairs just in time before Dad woke. I didn't sleep at all, what was with that shrieking? Is there a such thing as ghosts and if so, was Mom there?