Murder House - A Michael Clifford Fanfiction

Chapter 18 - "PAUL IS DEAD!?"

After a day in the hospital, we took Preston home. We got him into his crib to sleep a little before I talked to Paul a little bit more about him being dead. He had only told me he was, and that was it.

I walked into his room and just asked, "so.. how did you die?"

He sighed, "do we really have to talk about this now. I don't want to. It's really hard to explain."

"Please," I begged him. He finally gave in after a few minutes.

"I was told by Nora Montgomery that Patrick, one of the gay guys, was mad at me because I had taken something of his. Like, it must've been something that was in the house when we got here and I 'took it'. According to Nora, he poisoned me and I died. He took my body downstairs into the basement and hid it. That's all I know about it. I don't know how Nora knows, though," he shrugged.

"Woah," my mouth hung open.

"It's crazy, right? These guys get mad for no reason and kill people. It's like their thing.."

"Chad is the one that had killed Michael," I told him, and he was surprised.

"Really? Chad is cool, though."

"Yeah, maybe that's what he wants you to think, but he's secretly a killer..." I looked at him weirdly to creep him out.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Don't worry," I laughed.

"Good. You always say weird things," he rolled his eyes.

"Only since we've come to this house. This house has made me go bonkers," I got my face close to his, creeping him out even worse.

"Stop that!" He exclaimed. I laughed, "sorry."

"Maybe this house did make you go bonkers.." He joked.

"Maybe.." I repeated, walking out of his room. I walked into my room, where Michael was on his phone on my bed.

"So.. Paul is dead," I told him. I didn't know if Paul didn't want other people to know or not.

"WHAT!?" I heard from outside of my room. I opened my door to see mom standing there, confused.

"Yeah, Paul is dead.. Have him explain," I told her, smiled, then shut the door. That was awkward..

"How did he die?"

"Patrick poisoned him, according to Nora Montgomery. Patrick dragged his body downstairs and hid it. I don't know how Nora knows, but it's weird.."

"Wow. Chad and Patrick are just.. ugh," Michael shook his head, "they seem to want to kill everyone."

"I don't know. They do act weird when I see them, though. They're creepy," I said to Michael, even though he already knew that.

"PAUL IS DEAD!?" I heard from downstairs. I ran down there, only to see that dad was mad.

"How did he die? What the-" I stopped him.

"He was poisoned by Patrick, the one gay guy," I told dad.

"Oh my god," dad was mad for some reason, "you're not dead, are you?"

"No! I'm not dead. I'm perfectly fine," I announced to him. I suddenly heard Preston cry, and Michael was about to go get him.

"I've got him," I told Michael, running up the stairs.

I walked into the nursery and picked Preston out of his crib. I held the small baby boy in my arms and began to feed him.

"It's alright, Preston," I soothed, kissing his forehead.

Once he was finished, I burped him and placed him back in his crib. He soon fell asleep, so I went back downstairs to continue talking to my dad and the others.

When I got downstairs, I saw that Patrick was down there with them. Dad must've got mad enough that he wanted to talk to Patrick. If dad is mad and he wants to talk to you about something you did, he's really mad.

"Why did you kill my son? Now he is stuck between this world and the afterworld!" My dad yelled at Patrick. At least we could still be with Paul. It's not like he was dead and gone. He was dead and here.

"I don't want to talk about this-" Patrick got up and left, making himself invisible or transporting somewhere else.

"Oh my god," my dad was really mad now.

"Dad calm down. Paul is still here, but he's dead. We can still see him and talk to him. There's not much of a difference. He's just like Michael now," I told him, grabbing his arm and trying to calm him down.

"But now he can't have a normal life, just like Michael can't either," dad spat and pulled his arm out of my grasp, walking out of the living room.

"What do you mean by that?" I was the one that was mad now.

"Can't you see? You'll never have a normal relationship with Michael," dad laughed. That was it.