Little Cup of Horror

The Chapel: Part Two

As Robertson drove to the apartment complex, Troy sat in the passenger's seat questioning popping in and out of his head. "Um," he began.

"What," asked Robertson as he looked over to Troy in the corner of his eye and then looked back to the street.

"Well, I was wondering, but what's wrong with Harrison?" he asked.

"The victim looked like his wife," answered Robertson.

"Oh, he must have thought it was her at first. I bet it's a comfort to know it isn't her." replied Troy, "I bet his wife would be spooked to hear it also."

"I bit if only she was alive,"

"What..."

"Harrison's wife past away,"

"Oh, god... I didn't know,"

"That was hopefully for the best,"

"What do you mean?"

Robertson sighed as if it was painful for him to bring back up the memory. "Less than three months ago Harrison was working on a case that, I think he shouldn't have," he hesitated, "that case was his wife's murder. It had hit him hard. Only makes sense, afterall, it was his wife. They tried pulling off the case, but no matter how hard they tried he pushed his way back through... I did my best to help him; however, it was heart wrenching watching him go through it all. I wanted the case solved as badly as he did,"

"Did he solve the case?" asked Troy as a cold chill traveled down his spine.

"Here's our stop," said Robertson changing the topic.

"Robertson, did they catch the guy who killed her?"

Robertson's voice lowered, "No, they didn't."

As Harrison stood in the chapel looking down the aisle, he remembered his wedding day standing at the altar waiting for Angela to come walking down. It was the happiest day of his life. He wished he could have frozen that day in time and always stay there for the rest of his days. He gave a sigh as he scratched his cheek. What could he have missed? What could he not be seeing? Something about this was bone chilling uncomfortable and he couldn't take it; however, he forced himself to stay inside the chapel.

"What is it that I'm missing?!" he growled.

"Excuse me, Miss, have you seen this woman before?" asked Hail standing in the store talking to the owner, Ms. Pittman.

"Seen who?" aske Ms. Pittman confused by the question but then noticing the picture on the phone, "Oh," she stopped what she was doing and stared at the picture for a while.

"Anything?" asked Hail growing annoyed by the silence.

"She looked familiar..." said Ms. Pittman as she too was growing annoyed but because of a different reason. She knew who it was but it was just on the tip of her tongue, "Where do I know her from...?" she began questioning herself out loud.

"I don't know," answered Hail without thought.

"Silly, man. I was talking to myself." smiled Ms. Pittman.

"Oh, sorry,"

"Harrison," said a faint female voice.

Harrison turned around, now facing the chapel's front doors, a to his confusion there was no one there. "What the...?" he sighed, "I must be hearing things."

Then at that moment, the sound of pitter patter of small feet were heard running on the second floor. Harrison turned the direction if the sound. He knew he heard that, and that it wasn't something from within his head.