Better Off Dead (Kellic) ✔️

12: Vic

**Vic's POV**

"So are you sure that you want to do this?" Jaime asked me as we walked through the local Walmart.

I was determined to get down into that basement. Since the LAPD file stated that Kellin's body was found right outside that door, and now the door wouldn't budge... Well let's just say that it was more than suspicious to me. I had to know what was down there.

"Yes, I am sure." I simply confirmed to Jaime, yet again.

"Alright man. Just saying, if I were you, I'd move out."

At first he didn't even believe me, and now he's telling me that I should move out. Yeah, like that's going to happen.

"This is the only house in the area that I can afford." I muttered darkly.

My income was low, and that wasn't about to change. Unless I could make money off having a ghost living in my house. But even if I could, I wouldn't do that.

I wanted to help Kellin.

I wasn't sure why, but I did.

I bought several things at Walmart. A crowbar, a hammer, a screwdriver and even some knives. Anything to help me open up that door. Well, anything except for the one thing that would make it really easy... a fucking bomb.

I told Jaime to just drop me off and leave me to it. He didn't even argue with me on that.

"Hey um, Kellin?" I called out, raising my voice a little as I entered the house. "If you're around, uh... I got some stuff. Going to uh, try and open the basement. I hope you're okay with that."

I felt like an idiot for saying that. Why did I even care if he was okay with it? This was my house now. 

I couldn't help but to feel a bit sympathetic though.

I mean, I showed him a picture of what he looked like in the morgue. That must've been horrifying. I know it was to me. Surprisingly though, that's not at all what he looked like in the reflection. He didn't look dead there, if that was the right way of putting it.

Naturally, I didn't really get a response after calling out, so I just took the tools with me and headed for the basement door.

I started by sliding a knife through the slit between the door and the frame, but that didn't work. Trying to keep this door neat and intact was probably out of the question.

I groaned internally as I decided to use the crowbar instead.

"Well here goes nothing." I mumbled to myself.

Of course though, it still wouldn't budge. What was wrong with this god damn door? Someone must've closed it. And whoever did, has done a mighty fine job.

I put my full weight on the crowbar again and somehow it felt like a lot more strength was being put onto it.

Hold on, Kellin could grab and move things somehow. Was he helping me?

I decided not to think about it too much. Especially not when at the exact moment that I did, the door cracked. A big crack somehow tore through the entire thing, making it burst open like it was pressured.

Seeing as I was still putting my full weight forward, it made me lose my balance, causing me to tip over. In that split of a second I had already accepted that I was going to topple down the stairs.

But at least the door was open, right?

I closed my eyes and waited for the impact. But it never came. I was hanging forward, feet still on the edge of the first step. I opened my eyes and looked back, watching the back of my shirt wrapped up in a ball and tugged backwards, making it look like I was being held up.

Was that Kellin?

"Well that's not creepy at all."

Nice going, Vic.

You're supposed to say something like thank you.