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Ghost

It had been 3 days since the incident in the museum, only a few survived. Outside was a large commotion, the police tape wrapped around the museums pillars, cameras everywhere, each trying to get the best possible shot of the devastating night.

The faint whispers in the corner almost felt like venom "There isn't any evidence.." One whispered. "There cant be, search again!" Another ordered, "b-but sir--" "My son was killed..you dare think ill let this shitty museum go off without justice?!" The man raised his voice, despite the bold demeanour, his eyes were fighting tears, you could see the devastation. The heartbreak. Everything.

The doctors took the bodies out, trying to identify each one. Their families weeping and crying begging that somehow their loved one might come back to them. A miracle perhaps. Valentino's body was dragged, his name tag was stained with blood, his body was pale and cold but his eyes were open just slightly. For some reason, he didn't feel dead. His body was numb but he could still move slightly, but that was impossible, he was shot through the chest and another time through his stomach, probably after he fell onto the floor.

Valentino blinked, and he began moving slowly, he didn't feel alive either. He felt a weight upon his shoulders as he stood up, his body became limp and he laughed. "I-i'm alive! Holy shit! I-i'm alive everyone! Hey!! Look!" He called out, walking slowly towards the police men but they didn't even bother to look his way. Why?. Valentino looked over at the doctor and thats when the realisation hit him. His body was still there, he could still see the blood spilled onto the shirt, it was terrifying. Seeing yourself dead. Everything was gone. Every dream, every goal, every emotion. What was he now? No one was able to see him nor hear him. His eyes widened at the idea.

A ghost?

"Ghosts don't exist.." He muttered over and over again, falling to his knees and clutching the side of his head. Was he going insane? Was that it?

A women soon stepped onto the stair case of the museum "Evening everyone, my name is Rosetta De Velric..I'm the head detective that's been called in from headquarters.." She introduced herself, smiling faintly. Valentino tilted his head. It was her. She was the killer. She was the girl.

"No,no,no,no,no don't trust her! She's the killer! She's the one who killed us!" He yelled, it was hopeless again but he carried on, yelling and screaming. He needed them to listen. Six people died for nothing. He couldn't just leave that under the carpet as if it was nothing. He died too. Everything that he wanted was shattered.

Valentino just fell onto his knees, his eyes watered and he began crying, he was weeping himself, screaming. Hitting the floor, anything. Rosetta's eyes watered herself for some reason. She began crying too, mimicking Valentino's actions. Most tried to console her but this wasn't her doing. She didn't want to cry so why was she crying? Her body tried to fight the urge but it was like she wasn't in control.

It's like they were..

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