Better Off Dead (Kellic) ✔️

14: Vic

**Vic's POV**

So here I was, rummaging around in a basement, not even sure what we were looking for. Yes, we were looking, together. A live person and a ghost working side by side to solve an already cold case. This was so weird.

But at least now Kellin and I were able to communicate. And frankly, his sassiness in the things that he said to me —or more like typed— were very amusing to me. I think if I would've known this guy before he was dead, we could've been friends or something.

I opened up a box and found a bunch of books inside. All copies of the same one. I took one out and inspected it curiously. The front cover was black and fairly plain. The title shun at the top in silver lettering.

"Torture Devices Of Modern Times by Kellin Quinn." I read out loud. Well that just sounded creepy. "Wait, Kellin, you're a writer?"

I could hear the noises of the typewriter as he obviously began to reply. I looked over as I saw the letters appear on the piece of paper.

'yep. and I assume you've never read any of my work.'

I chuckled a little. "Horrors aren't really my thing." I admitted with a shrug.

'it's not horror. I write about the occult, haunted places, you name it. it's more like a guide, I guess.'

"You should totally write a book about yourself then." I stated with a teasing grin.

'funny Vic. you're just hilarious.'

I rolled my eyes and laughed silently.

'you know that's actually a good idea. I will call it the haunting of vic fuentes's ass.'

I immediately jerked away from the typewriter, thinking back on how he smacked my ass in the kitchen that one time. That was totally inappropriate and uncalled for. He better not freak me out like that again.

'haha.' He then simply typed, obviously noticing my slight distress. Little shit.

I stepped back a little further until my backside bumped up against something, causing it to fall over. A box fell onto the ground beside me, papers spilling out of it and all over the floor.

'nice going.' I noticed Kellin typing.

I groaned internally and kneeled down to the mess of papers. I picked up a few and couldn't help but to notice the scribbles and odd drawings. There was a drawing of a box, almost coffin-like. And then another drawing of some creepy headgear and other stuff I didn't recognize.

"Wh-what is this?" I decided to ask.

The pieces of paper were snatched from my fingers and floating in front of me. I figured Kellin must've been examining them. The papers then fell down a little and moved towards the table where the typewriter was.

'research, I think, for a book I was working on?'

That looked more like a question than an answer.

'I don't remember that I was working on a book. I don't remember this.'

Well that was odd. I looked back at the stack of papers that were still on the ground and noticed a golden, shiny key lying there. I went over to it and picked it up, looking at it curiously.

I wondered what it was for.