Ghosts ✢ Stilinski | 5

ELEVEN

ELEVEN

"You think that Claudia is dead?" I asked in disbelief over the phone with Lydia. I sat on my bed, with my phone on speaker. The others went to catch a Ghost Rider but I told them I'd stay behind, Hayden went to object but Scott said that it was fine.

"Do you remember that boy that we meet in Canaan?" Lydia asked.

"How could I forget?"

"His mum conjured him." Lydia explained.

"Why are you telling me something that I already know?" I huff.

"To fill the void she felt after the wild hunt passed through Canaan." Lydia explained some more. Yes, I already knew that Lyds, get on with it. "Stacey... what if Sheriff Stilinski is filling a void? What if he's filling it with Claudia?"

"Once again; you think Claudia's dead?"

"So many things don't make sense," Lydia stressed. "Claudia had a fatal disease, but then she's fine. She says her Jeep was stolen over 20 years ago, but its Stiles'."

"Yeah... remember when I told you about ripping her wallpaper? Oh, well, you should've seen her face it wasn't just anger. There was a hint of scared in there, too." I inform her. "Like she was protecting a secret." I paused. "If this is true, then... maybe Sheriff Stilinski needs this. Maybe it's his way of coping."

"What if Claudia being here is preventing him from remembering Stiles?" Lydia asked slowly.

"Lydia, if Claudia isn't real, you don't want to be the one telling him." I softly said. "He'll be devasted."

"I know," Lydia murmured.

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Later on that day, I had a phone call from Stilinski. I had him tell me to come to his house ASAP, he found something. He found something big at his house. So, I enter the Stilinski' house and walked through the living room.

I walked down the hallway and stopped when I saw some wall ripped off the wall, making me frown. I walk a little closer and there was a room. And that's when I realized that it was his room. It was Stiles' room.

I inhaled as I stepped in, Sheriff Stilinski was standing there, watching me enter the room. I looked around the pale blue room that looked ever so familiar, but other than that, it was blank.

I turned around noticing it was silent between us, Sheriff was standing by the door while I was in the middle of the room. "You knew about it, didn't you?" Sheriff asked softly. He meant this room. I slowly nodded. Well, I had a feeling. "God, it was on the blueprints. It was here when we moved in. That was 18 years ago."

I then felt something change in the room and I turned around. My eyes trailed over to a bed, the looked very familiar. And that's when I remembered. The first time I had slept with Stiles by my side, and the last time.

I turned around some more, there was his crime board. The one that I used to see every morning when I woke up. I turn some more and I saw his desk, the one that he used to sit at and also tried to solve the crime.

I gulped, I'm remembering. "Stacey?" Sheriff snaps me out of it and I looked at him, I almost had tears in my eyes. "What is it?"

I then turn back around and boom, the room was empty again. His bed was no longer in the corner. "Nothing," I reply, deciding that it was just... I don't know what that was.

"I don't understand how you knew this was here." Sheriff paused. "If you want to discuss the possibility that I had a son... I'm listening." I felt a slow smile curve up to my lips. I then walked over to the door and I closed it, making sure no one could hear us.

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"So, wait a sec. This women, Lenore, she conjured up her dead son?" Sheriff asked, walking towards me.

"She was the only one left." I explain. "She had to fill a void. So she filled it with her son."

"And you saw this kid?" Sheriff asked.

"We all did." I continue. "He was real. He was there. But..."

"But what?" Sheriff asked.

I pressed my lips together. "She- she was there when everybody was taken. She saw it happen. But she didn't want to believe it." I paused. "She wanted to believe in her son."

"What are you trying to say?" Sheriff asked, raising an eyebrow at me. "You think Claudia is not real?" He scoffed. "You- you think I made up a phantom wife?"

"You're afraid to remember him," I tell him.

"She's a fresh and blood women." Sheriff raised his voice. "She's real." He nodded. "Everything else here is just... is just speculation. Conjecture. It's just, it's a theory based on a... on a Ghost town."

I looked past Stilinski's shoulder, my heart pounding by the second as I looked at Stiles' jersey. His lacrosse jersey. The game that he wasn't very good at, but still tried his best to win for the team. The guy that won us the championship in Sophomore year.

Number 24.

That's him.

I walked past Stilinski very slowly, afaird that if I move so suddenly, it'll disappear. I walked over to the chair, this is something he wore. Something he wore a lot. My hand reaches out towards it, I could feel my hand shaking and my eyes are swimming with tears.

I let out a whimper, I couldn't believe it. His jersey is here. It just popped out of nowhere. With both hands, I carefully lift up the 24 jerseys. My hands grip on it when I realized it won't disappear.

I felt a teardrops sliding down my cheek, I want to remember more about him. I'm craving him. I've never wanted something this badly in my entire life. I lift the jersey to my noise and I take a big inhale, breathing in his familiar scent. It's still there.

I turned around to Stilinski, hoping he could see it. "You don't see anything?" I whisper, more tears slowly falling down my cheek.

He looked very confused. "I see a deeply disturbed young women." Sheriff commented.

"You're afraid to remember him because you're afraid of what that means." I say, my lips quivering as I held Stiles' jersey.

"Why do you care so much if I remember him?" Sheriff asked, his voice determined.

"Because you loved him." My voice wavered. I then throw him the jersey and surprisingly he caught it, and it came into the real world.

He's remembering.

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