A ghost story (FrUK)

Chapter five

As I walked home I noticed a person limping. It was a man. "Sir are you okay?" I asked worriedly walking up to them. Something was off, though. "Sir?" I asked, confused. I lifted my hand to touch them, but it fell through. I stood back in horror realizing what happened. The man's head lifted slowly up to face me, I was disgusted by the look. He was missing some of his face. "What?" I said confused looking him up and down. His leg looked badly broken and was missing an arm. He started to lift his hand up for me, but I screamed, running away as fast as I could back to the house.

I opened the door fast, pushing myself in as I slammed it shut behind me. Breathing heavily from the shock I finally started to wobble to the kitchen table. I set my things down and tried to calm myself down. I had seen another ghost, but it was not like Francis. That ghost looked more dead and horrifying. "What happened?" I saw Francis appear out of nowhere. "I saw...-." I started. "A ghost?" He asked, and I nodded. "So?" He asked, confused. "It was different. The person looked horrifying. You could tell he was dead," I tried to explain.

"How come you do not look as horrifying?" I asked, confused, wiping sweat off of my forehead. " do you mean, how come you can't see how I died?" He asked, and I nodded. He then started pointing down his chest and stomach to the ripped clothing. "It is there.... just under," he said pulling his shirt up to show me. Then I finally saw it. The large cuts and holes that were made from the multiple stabs he received the night he was killed. I could see through his marks as if there was no translucent present in that area. It was terrible. I looked away shaking my head nervously. "I see," I said sadly.

"Did you find anything?" He changed the subject quickly once seeing how sad and disturbed I had become.  "I did," I said nodding and taking the papers out of my bag quickly. "Well?" He asked, trying to look. "Basically, It said that Lucille and Antonio reported you, which of course caused the murder which you have previous knowledge of; basically you knew about it already. But about two weeks later, they got married to each other," I started seeing him stare at the name from the newspaper. "That is it?" He asked sadly. But I shook my head.

"She was murdered on her wedding night. All the money from your estate was stolen, and Antonio was nowhere to be found," I explained, and he got angry. "That bastard murdered my sister," he said, looking like he wanted to punch something. "You seem to still care a lot about your sister even though she helped with your murder," I said, confused. "I forgave my sister because I could never stay mad at her. For as long as I walk the earth," he said sadly. "But he broke my heart by doing what he did; now it is worse," he said, hissing at the paper.

"What happened to him?" He asked again. "That I do not know. The records are in London, and I won't find out for another week or so." I told him, and he thought about it confused. "Why would his records be there?" Francis asked, confused. "My guess is that he fled there, he is originally from London, or he is linked to more murders and killings/ money," I said, unsure. "All of those theories are almost helpful," Francis nodded. 

Francis looked at me sadly. "What is it?" I asked, seeing him stare. "Thank you....for doing this," he smiled, making me nod. "It is the least I could do since I do feel bad about you getting killed," I answered smiling nervously, to which he nodded. "Now then, I need to sleep since I plan to get some more house things done tomorrow before I go to work again in two days," I said, standing up. "Really? Now? It is only ten at night," he said sadly, looking at the clock I had on my wall. "I am tired," I groaned.

"What am I supposed to do till you wake up?" He started to whine all the way till I got up the steps. "I have no idea, figure it out," I said, annoyed. "But-?" He started, but I cut him off. "Fine, follow me!" I said, annoyed. I started to roll my eyes leading him into one of the other rooms. "Since you are super old, let me show you something interesting," I said, pointing to the television. "That there is a television or the Telly," I said, turning it on. "A Te-lly?" He asked, saying it in my English accent.  "Yes," I smiled.

"I will put it on a channel so you will not have to switch or touch anything," I told him, getting the remote control. "You look a history type of guy. Want to know what's been happening throughout the years?" I asked, and he nodded eagerly. "I give you the history channel," I said, putting it on. He looked at the screen, amazed. "Have fun," I said, starting to leave the room tiredly. "Wait!" He asked once more.

I turned slowly to look at him. "Yes?" I asked tiredly, rubbing my eyes. "Thank you," He smiled, sitting on the carpet floor and looking at the screen. " let's start back to the French revolution," the tv echoed in the back. "What?! That happened?" Francis laughed, interested. I smiled, looking at how happy he was, turning away to the door. I am glad he is happy again. I soon realized that he would probably get addicted to the tv as if he were a child. I laughed at the thought and went to my bedroom to sleep.

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