| GHOST STORIES | THE BLACK PHONE | COMPLETED

18 | DOES NOT MEAN YOU CAN FLIRT WITH ME

DUE TO THE limp Abby caused, the first attack that The Grabber threw was misled. His leg gave way and that allowed for Finney to dodge his attack and head down the hallway, jumping over the hole and waiting on the other side. The Grabber growled and raced after him, the axe still in his hand.

Finney tugged on the cable as the man rounded the corner, he tripped on it and fell straight into the hole, letting out a cry of pain when his good leg hit the gate and snapped his ankle. Finney then used the tactics Robin had gave him, stepping back and forth before throwing a hard punch with the phone. He managed to land a few good punches, the ghosts cheering him on as he did so.

But on one throw, The Grabber caught his wrist and pulled the boy towards him. The pair struggled for a moment, but the second Finney pulled his mask off, The Grabber let go of him and covered his face with his hands, screaming as he did so. Finney stumbled away, staring at him in shock and confusion for just a second before throwing another punch at him. And another and another.

Finney then used the wire to wrap it around The Grabber's neck, using all his force to make it as tight as he could to strangle the fucker. Somehow, the phone began to ring. All the ghosts turned to see Griffin with the phone in his hand. He looked angry, but also happy that he was soon to be free. Both The Grabber and Finney paused for a moment, but Finney did not let his grip loosen. The young bot placed the phone to The Grabber's ear.

"It's for you."

Vance took the phone first, a wicked smirk on his face. "Welcome to the nightmare end of your pathetic little life."

Griffin chuckled. "You don't have much time."

"Today's the day, motherfucker!"

Robin then took it. "I can kill you, you hijo de puta, do Finn is gonna do it for me."

Abby grabbed it and glared at the man, wishing that he could see them all stood around him, happily watching his demise. "This is gonna show you that you messed with the wrong kid."

"Finn's arm is mint!"

And with that, Finn snapped The Grabber's neck. He backed away from the body, letting it fall into the hole. The only thing left was the dog, he grabbed some meat from the freezer and threw it to the animal which happily followed it.

In the other house, the detectives had stormed the place, believing it to be where Finn was currently being held. However, they had found it empty, until an officer had found a hidden door behind a fridge. They found the worst down there, six clear graves, and one hole, ready for a new body. Now it suddenly seemed like a race against time to find Finney before his body occupied the space.

The ghosts followed Finney through the house, his walk confident and powerful. He placed in the code and walked from the horror house into the open. His eyes landed on the many police cars which sat outside, but he was confused why they were at the house opposite and not at the one he was in.

That was until he watched the officers start to wheel out bodies, to which he assumed was Griffin, Billy, Vance, Bruce, Robin and Abby. His eyes then trailed to his sister, who stood hugging James' side, both watching them wheel out bodies. Gwen looked away for a moment, her eyes catching onto a person walking from the house opposite.

Her grip around James left and she sprinted away. James was about to follow when he saw her run into her brothers arms. He was glad Finney was safe, but he couldn't stay happy. One of the police officers walked towards him, his hat removed from his head. Behind him was one of the bodies, he already knew who's.

James walked over to the covered body and pulled back the sheet, his heart nearly stopping when he saw his sister's face. She wasn't as decomposed as the others, she had only been dead for around two weeks. The cut across her face was prominent and it had already been determined that she died due to stab wounds to her chest. He covered her back up and let her body be taken to the morgue.

He stayed with both Gwen and Finney as they waited for their father and his own parents. When he saw Grace and Robert running towards him, he left the two kids and hugged his mother the moment she reached him. He looked at his father, who rather awkwardly hugged his son and wife.

He turned his head towards his father. "You can't let her see Abby, it will break her." He whispered.

Robert nodded and pulled away from the hug, following one of the officers who would take him to the morgue and allow him to see his daughter one last time. James and Grace continued to hug, her feeling pure heartbreak knowing her daughter was gone for good.

However, Abby stood watching her broken family grieve her, and it was strange. She was right there, but they couldn't see her. She could shout for them all she liked, but they wouldn't hear her either. The other ghosts had seemingly disappeared with their bodies, likely lurking around the morgue. Abby wondered why she had yet to join them as she watched her brother and mother.

"I don't think I can stay here." Grace spoke, pulling away from the hug. "I think we should move."

James shook his head. "We can't, we can't just leave here."

"All I will ever be reminded of here is how we lost Abby."

"But she'll be here and I don't ever want to leave her alone again. You can go, mom. But I'm staying here with Abby."

Suddenly the girl found herself in the hospital morgue, along side all her ghost friends. Each of them stood by their bodies as their families came in to identify them. Abby watched her father walk in and over to her body, he pulled back the sheet and winced upon seeing the cut across her face.

"I'm sorry baby." He whispered softly. "I'm sorry I hurt you, I did love you, in my own fucked up way. And it took you getting kidnapped and killed for me to realise that. I know you would never forgive me but I hope you're at peace now."

Abby felt a tear slide down her cheek, but it never hit the floor. A hand gently touched her shoulder and she turned to see Robin, who now looked more like his old self. "You coming?"

"Guess so."

Vance smirked slightly as he leaned against the morgue doors, flexing slightly. "Good to have these back, do they look good hot stuff?"

Abby rolled her eyes as she walked over and pushed him slightly. "Just because James can't beat your dead ass for flirting with me, does not mean you can flirt with me."