CHAPTER NINETEEN: angels and demons
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Finn
My heart dropped.
It was him.
The man that started everything.
His boots clacked against the old wood as, he proceeded to fully step into the room now. "You know Finn..." he says coming closer towards me and found myself trembling, feet almost tripping over laces as I stepped backwards. "... I never took you as the kind of person to break in and enter into a place twice."
I gulped. "Yeah well I guess you don't know me as well as you thought. Huh?"
"Apparently not," he retorted before looking around at everyone else. "This is some group you've got here boy."
I felt Millie's hands shake and I tightened my grip on hers trying my best to calm her. She let out a small cry as she was finally met face to face with her killer.
After all these years, here he was.
"We know what you did!" Noah, who was was gripping onto the desk near him, surprisingly yelled defensively towards the man.
"Yeah! You...You asshole!" Caleb exclaimed next. "You killed all of them and we all know it!"
"Caleb! Shut up!" Maddie gritted fearfully, pulling him back and hitting his side angrily.
"The girl's right. It would be best if you shut it now."
His teeth bite into his bottom lip harshly; I'm guessing trying to not retort a response that could end with his life.
"Now," he smiles at me. "I believe we've got some things to discuss, yes? I think we should start with my son who's dead on floor right now."
"What's it matter to you?" I ask growing more confident. "He said he was never good enough for you-"
"-and he was correct. A bitter disappointment of a son," he spit, his boot kicking the man's limp frame as, blood covered his boot a bit.
"He couldn't even follow through on his last promise," Mathew trailed off before his hand reached slowly inside his inner jacket.
"Kill them," he spoke.
The shiny metal flickering in the dim and dusty attic light.
"Why are you doing this? We're just kids! They all were," my voice cracked but I couldn't show that I was scared. At least more than he needed to know.
Mathew shook his head side to side as if debating his answer, walking closer and deliberately over his own sons body until, he was directly right in front of my face.
"You see boy... it's like being an addict. You get a taste of the drug; it's thrilling and exciting! You squirm and laugh maybe even, and once it's over you miss it," he says and chills race my spine.
"So you keep doing it. There's an itch no- need for it. There's just something so liberating about watching the life flash behind someone's eyes; all their regrets and broken prom-"
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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...
