A ghost story (FrUK)

Chapter seventeen

Once we arrived home from our trip, The was an envelope waiting for me. I looked at it carefully and saw it was from the library. "I guess the information I requested finally arrived." I pointed out, looking at it. The envelope had the word "copy" on it. It was probably a copy of the actual thing.

"Will you open it?" Francis asked, setting our bags down. "Only if you want me to," I told him, worried.  "Fine, do it," he said seriously. I nodded and ripped the paper open. "It is in English," I told him. "I can translate; just give me a second to read through it," I said reassuringly. He nodded as I started to read.

"Antonio Fernández Carriedo death date December 20 1655.  After years of being on a manhunt, the wanted criminal from France was found after a long killing spree of multiple rich people. Resulting in his theft of their money. Antonio Fernández Carriedo died a gruesome death falling down a cliff that resulted in him being impaled in multiple places such as the neck, stomach, and pelvis; he is to be put to rest by his wife in France next week."

I finished reading it, making my stomach feel queasy thinking about his death. "What happened?" Francis asked. "It says he died in an accident in 1655, he was impaled" I stated making Francis's face looked horrified. "That is what he deserves," he said angrily. "It is okay; it was a long time ago," I tried to calm him down.

"It also said that your sister buried with him," I added, looking sad. His eyes widened at this. "I forgot....that they would have been buried somewhere," he said slightly suddenly realizing it. "Can you find out where they are buried?" Francis asked, looking at the papers. I nodded and started to read more of the article. "It says they were buried at Cimetière du Château" I explained making his eyes widen.

"That is super close, can we go?" He asked seriously. Although it made me uncomfortable going to a cemetery considering I can see dead people. I could not refuse him anything. "Fine, we can go now," I said, putting the paper down on the counter.

"We can walk there," I said putting my coat on. "Damn, I forgot you can see dead people. Would that not be scared to go to a cemetery?" Francis asked. "Yes, but I will be fine," I smiled holding his hand. "Besides, maybe I will see them" I laughed a bit nervous. I hope I don't. That would be awkward.

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After walking for thirty minutes, we arrived at the cemetery's entrance. I was already getting uncomfortable when I saw a small child crying by a tombstone. I am too tired for this. "There are so many; where do we even look first?" Francis asked confused. "I have no idea, but I am not going to ask any of them," I said nervously pointing to some scary-looking people. "That is fine," he laughed nervously.

"We just need to get lucky looking around," he laughed. If we do that, it will take such a long time. "Screw it I am just going to ask someone," I said rolling my eyes. I would not want to cause such a burden on Francis. I walk up to the least scary person I could find. It was a young child, maybe about twelve.

"Excuse me, can you point me in the direction of Antonio Fernández Carriedo? I asked. The boy turned to me and looked shocked. "You can see me?" He asked. "Yes, can you please-." I was cut off when the boy tried to hug me. "You can't do that, child," I tried to tell him, but he got unbelievably sad.

"Huh..... What is your name?" I asked, feeling sorry for the child. "Feliciano Vargas," the child said, saddened. "Can you please help us, Feliciano?" I asked, pointing to myself and Francis, who stood there confused at everything. "Fine, it is this way," he said, getting up to lead us.

"What happened to you?" I asked, worried at how young he was. "I was on my bike when some man took me. I woke up in a shed when I refused to do what the man told me to do, he had abused me really bad. He cracked my skull open "accidentally" killing me." The boy said, smiling a bit that it creeped me out. "Why are you smiling?" I asked, confused. "Because talking about it to all the other spirits makes you feel better about it," he laughed. So cemeteries are like counseling communities for the dead? How odd.

"Here we are; see you later!" The boy laughed, running off. "What happened?" Francis asked worriedly. "I just met an odd child, I guess," I laughed out. We both looked down and saw the names on the stones. "Wow," I said, amazed. They were buried next to each other. "It must be terrible to lay to rest next to someone who murdered you," I said sadly.

Francis looked at me and smiled a bit. "That May be the case, but she did do some bad things as well. It is like they will taunt each other's existence," he added, making me nod and look back to the stone. It feels odd looking at them. I had started seeing Francis as a live person again, and I had forgotten what he had been through.

"Brother? How is that possible?" I heard a voice say. I stood still, not looking in a certain direction. The voice soon came closer to us. "Look at me," she cried, trying to grab Francis. I looked at her and saw his sister. She was not how I pictured her. She looked young. "Oh, has he come back from the dead? Who is that man with him," I heard another voice say, making me turn in the direction? It was him.

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