CHAPTER NINE: i'm so sorry Millie
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Finn
This could have possibly been the worst idea well- actually that's debatable countering all the recent things I've done.
But this was one of them for sure.
My hands trembled as I knocked on the door, it's rough texture scratching my knuckles the slightest bit.
I waited only for a moment before the door opened, creaking with a loud noise that gave my body the chills. And not the nice chills I got with Millie.
"What? What'd you want?" The man's voice was gruff, not even paying attention as he spoke opening his house up. When his eyes did land on me, they seemed to grow with disgust, a sneer splayed upon his lips with anger.
"I um- I'm sorry to bother you Mr. Harbour..." I fidgeted under his stare but I was determined to not break the eye contact.
"What do you want kid? Here to tell me a stupid story about some ghost?" He asked rolling his eyes, the stench of scotch rolling off of him. The scent gave my stomach a queasy feeling and my head a dizziness.
"Actually I'm here to ask about a case."
David's eyes narrowed. "I don't work for the police-"
"Anymore." I justified cutting him off. "But you did!"
He shakes his head as if this was all a waste of his time. But what time? All he did was drink and sleep! Not like I'm taking up too much of his schedule anyways. "Listen boy, I haven't worked for them in years. Not since they fired me back in '94. Now if you'll excuse me-" he goes to close the door but I am faster.
I am determined.
Pushing my foot and arm through the opening, and ultimately stopping the entry from closing, I stare at the man. The fear of his words seemed to have worn off and all that was left a certain drive for answers.
"I need to know everything you know or have on the Millie Brown case."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" He spit then, only sobering up for a moment but it was enough for me to push past under his arm and into the house. "Hey get the hell outta my house kid!" David exclaimed but I wasn't paying attention to him.
Instead, I was looking around at the mess on the floor. Beer cans everywhere and cigarette buds scattered across all surfaces.
It was a mess.
But it didn't faze me as I proceeded to glare at the man turning around at him. "You said they fired you back in '94 and she had to have died before then. I just need to know."
"Know what?"
"Everything!" I snapped and he seemed to have broken out of his angry state, seeing my pleading and now almost watering eyes.
David shut the door then. "I don't have the files," he said.
"Then get them," I gritted out.
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Fanfiction"Hi um... my name is Finn Wolfhard and I see dead people." Of course that in its self was insane but even more? How about the fact that my best friend was a ghost, of a girl who died in my house over thirty years ago. Even worse? I think I'm in love...
