The Fear of Fall

Chapter 3: The End

What happened on that warm Sunday afternoon is something Nick would remember for years to come. The events that took place that day are like no other, and would be enough to make any person go crazy.
Nick had been calling Chris's home phone all morning, but no answer. Time was gonna run out if they didn't hurry before Nick's mom got home. Nick began to worry, it was 2:00 and his mom got off at 3:00 p.m. He picked up the phone one last time and dialed Chris's number, as the phone was ringing Chris pulled up the driveway on his bike. Nick hung up the phone and stepped outside.
Chris hopped off his bike and went up to Nick.
"Finally! What the hell took so long?" Nick asked.
"I was doing chores all morning, and I just didn't want to do this." Chris said out of breathe.
Nick looked at him, "We've come so far, found out so much. You don't want to back out now do you?"
Chris walked up to Nick, "No way I'm not backing out."
"Good," Nick said opening the door.
They sat at the kitchen counter, and Chris pulled out everything he wrote about the woman in the house, leaving out Nick's mom being the surviving daughter. Chris slid the paper to Nick for him to read it.
"Okay," Nick read aloud, "Woman who lived there smothered her daughter in her sleep then killed herself. Shortly after passing of husband. Happened in 1983."
"Wait." Nick said confused, "The woman I saw looked old, so how was she young when she murdered her daughter. Was it the grandma?"
"No," Chris was just as confused, "The article said she was 37 when she did it."
The two sat thinking for a couple of minutes in silence. Chris finally thought of something, but it was very out of the ordinary.
"Do you believe in ghost?" Chris asked.
"Well yea, unless that was a homeless crackhead woman I saw in that house." Nick said sarcastically.
Chris explained, "Well one time I was reading this book, and a character in it was a very bad person. And one night he died in his own house right? And since he did crimes in his past his spirit was stuck in the house forever, never getting to be free."
Nick hestitated, "So, your telling me thats the woman's spirit and because she killed her child she is stuck there?"
Chris nodded.
"I'm willing to believe anything by this point, we have to go now. Are you ready?" Nick asked.
"Ready," Chris couldn't believe he was about to do this, but if him and Nick were doing it together then they were gonna be fine. Chris followed Nick into his moms bedroom. Nick opened a drawer. In the drawer sat a Glock 27 pistol. Chris's eyes widened to an extent, "Do you really need that to fight a ghost?" Nick glared at Chris, "Just in case."
Before heading out the door Nick handed Chris his weapon, a baseball bat. "Why do you get the gun?" Chris asked. Nick look at him, "You'll shoot your eye out kid." The two laughed, they didn't know it, but it would be the last time they would laugh together that day.