Murder House - A Michael Clifford Fanfiction

Epilogue

August 9, 2031

After trying to keep my death a secret, my parents still found out about it. They had left the house a few months after they found out, leaving Michael and me the house to raise Preston, also obviously leaving Paul there too. Mom and Dad only moved about a quarter-mile away, but they still moved out of the house.

Today was Preston's seventeenth birthday. Michael and I had agreed that whenever he turned seventeen, we'd tell him the truth about the house. That time had come, and I wasn't sure if I was ready.

We wanted to tell him before his big party that night. He had invited a lot of people from the school. Most were boys, but he had invited many girls too.

After Preston's work day was through, he had come home and immediately started preparing for when his friends would get here at eight. You could tell he was excited about this.

He, with his strong arms, had gotten out all of the tables (pretty heavy tables) with the food and drinks to sit them up out back, right next to the gazebo. He got his playlist ready for the songs that he wanted the DJ to play.

We didn't want to ruin his excitement, but we had to tell him. He wouldn't really be disappointed or upset, but we just had to be honest with him.

"Preston-" I stopped him on his way up to his room. He slowly turned around on the balls of his feet, facing towards Michael and me. He was taller than me now, about six foot, three inches.

"Yeah, mom? Dad?" He asked, wondering what we wanted. We knew that he was busy, but we knew that this was super important. It was now or never. I don't know if I'd have the courage another time to do it then.

"You know how your dad and I don't age, right?" I asked him. He nodded, as if it was obvious. He didn't know why, though.

"Yeah, I've always wondered why. I'd always thought, plastic surgery, maybe? But I can't see either of you getting plastic surgery to look like a teen.."

"We don't. We don't age because we're dead. The thing is-" I looked into his eyes, and he looked so confused. Michael took over for me, "if you die in this house, you're stuck here, between Earth and 'the afterworld'. That's why everyone calls this house the 'Murder House'."

"Oh my god..." He looked surprised. Then, the surprised look was taken over by a bored look, "I've known that since I was twelve. I looked it up online, and I saw that it was a theory, but I knew that it must be true because of you guys never aging and Grandpa Tate still looking about my age even though he's my grandpa."

"Okay.." I looked down, "then I guess you can continue what you were doing, getting ready for your party." I shrugged.

"Thanks," he smiled, walking back up to his room. I couldn't believe that he had already know about the house!

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Eight o'clock came quickly, and our doorbell was ringing loudly every twenty seconds with a new teenager or a group of girls. There was one girl who seemed really nice that came to the door and knocked.

I walked to the door and opened it to reveal a short girl, shorter than Preston. She was about five feet, six inches. She smiled brightly at me after I had opened the door.

"Hi," she spoke softly, "I'm Jenna.. Here for Preston's seventeenth birthday party."

"Right through there, and out that door to the back yard. By the way, I'm Preston's mom, Pandora," I introduced myself.

"It's nice to meet you," she nodded, "you don't look like you'd be the mother of a seventeen-year old.."

"I had Preston at seventeen," I told her. I still did look pretty young, even when i had makeup on to try to make me look older. I never thought I'd do that.

"Yeah, I-" she pressed her lips into a fine line, "I'll excuse myself to the party now, if I may."

"You may," I smiled at her. She seemed nice. She scurried quickly through the house and out through the back door into the backyard.

"Jenna-babe!" I heard Preston yell, along with a few of his friends.

I walked into the living room where Michael was sitting on the couch. I sat next to him, and he smiled at me, "a lot of Preston's friends seem really nice."

"Yeah, they do. Especially that girl, Jenna. She seems sweet. There was something about her, though. Something that seemed like she was trying to avoid talking to me much, I don't know. But she seemed like such a nice girl."

"She did, yeah. She definitely seemed like a nice girl. I don't know why you'd think that she was trying not to talk to you much. I think she's just shy."

"Maybe," I nodded. Soon, there were more rings of the doorbell. Michael and I took turns getting up and answering the door.

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It was about eleven-thirty, and people were starting to leave. When most of the people were gone except for Preston's closest friends and Jenna. I saw Jenna walk in the back door, then turn around and look at Preston. She pointed to the ground, as if to tell him, "come here". I watched as he pouted, then sighed and walked towards her. When he got close to her, she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the living room, when I quickly went to after I saw them looking at me watching them.

"Preston Daniel!" She exclaimed, dragging him towards the living room. She finally got him there. She pointed to a chair, "sit. Wait- no, don't."

"Mom.. Dad.." Preston hesitated. Jenna out her hands on her hips and gave him a look. He sighed and continued, "this is my girlfriend, Jenna.."

Jenna elbowed him in the side, then encouraged him, "finish.." Preston sighed for what seemed like the millionth time.

"My girlfriend of seven months.." He finished, and Michael and I gasped, "that's great!"

"But when we were celebrating our six-month-anniversary, things got a little out of hand and-" Preston stopped. Michael and I were staring at him. He looked down and mumbled something.

"They can't hear you. Why are you being so stubborn?" Jenna looked at Preston, again with her hands in her hips.

"She's pregnant, six weeks," Preston told us, quietly. I looked at Michael, and Michael looked at me. We were both shocked.

"You guys are only seventeen-" I stopped myself, "I can't say anything.. I had Preston at seventeen."

"I'm sixteen, almost seventeen," Jenna told us. She might not be shy, but she seemed scared. That's what it was.

"Congrats, though, guys. We'll be supportive of you guys, and if you'd like to, Jenna, you can move in with us. We still have baby stuff here. We could even let you in in a few family secrets. We'd be happy to have you here," I smiled.

"If my parents agree.. Yes! Thank you guys so much. I was so worried about what would happen when Preston told you. I'll see you guys soon, though. My parents asked me to be home by twelve, and I'll already be home late, so I have to get going," Jenna announced.

"Bye babe," Preston leaned down to kiss her, and she exited the living room, then the front door slammed. Preston's other friends had already left.

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Jenna did end up moving in with us, and we had told her about what happens with the house, and to be careful of the ghosts, other than us. Michael and I acted like we were still alive, even though we weren't. We were getting a grandchild and only looked like we were seventeen. Wow. Not even plastic surgery can do that.

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THE END!! I'm sorry I know it sucks but I hope you liked the story overall:)

And btw- if you read all of my books or even all of my Michael fanfics, keep an eye out on my message board for when I announce that the new book is up. I already have a few chapters, but I was to keep it aligned with my other books. Anyways.. Thank you, and I love you guys:)

-Lizzie xx