Suicide House

Chapter 7

Suicide

The next week passed with nothing eventful happening, Angelica talked to me almost every day, although I never managed to gather up the courage to ask how she died.

Thankfully I didn’t have to. One day she simply said, “I know you want to ask me how I died.” I nodded hesitantly. She gave me a hollow smile.

“At least you’re honest. You see, unlike most people, the ghosts that stay at your house were either murdered or committed suicide. I was one of the ones that was murdered.” I looked at her, but how? You don’t have any marks or anything… She laughed and pulled up her shirt just a touch, there was a ragged bullet hole in her side, right under where her rib cage would be. I gaped at her. She awkwardly tugged it back down.

“Targeted, I was a very smart student and I lived in a wealthy family. Perfect target. My sister Peggy, the one in yellow, committed suicide not long after my death. Philip and Eliza both died in the same fire as my parents, it was started by the same people that killed me, Liza died of so much smoke in her lungs while she was trying to get Philip out so she died before the flames could mar her body, Philip is still burnt but Eliza got him out, however the paramedics couldn’t save him.” I shook my head in astonishment. Wow, that’s really tragic. She nodded.

After a little bit she apologized and disappeared. Just like every other day I started walking, so John had to be murdered or have committed suicide. That really wasn’t much to work off of… I needed more.

I wandered through the front door of our house running over all the possibilities. Then I saw it.

Peter was hanging by his neck off the fence that lines part of our upstairs hallway. He was dead. Gone. I crumpled to the floor in tears.

AlexanderHamil_Ham: James come home quick

JamesyHammyHam: On my way now, what’s wrong?

AlexanderHamil_Ham: It’s Peter

JamesyHammyHam: Oh?

AlexanderHamil_Ham: Please just come quick

I put down my phone and curled up in the entrance hall. Nothing could ever prepare me for that horrid scene.

James got home and rushed over to me. I pointed at the limp body and James stiffened against me. He pulled out his phone and I could hear him talking to someone.

Soon enough our house was crawling with police and paramedics but in the end all they did was get the body done and help us clean the floors. I could feel Angelica and Eliza as well as Peggy, Philip and John. I didn’t know what to do.

That night I didn’t sleep a wink, the next day I was distracted at school and the day after I felt lost. John had talked to me a few times, so did Peggy, Angelica and Eliza held a small ball which included us dancing around the kitchen. The ghosts were my only friends.

One day Peter was there too, he waved at me with a morose smile, I glanced up at his face and nodded. At least he was still here. At least I still had a family, even if only James was alive.