“What are you two doing here?” Frank asked again.
“It was him- he killed Emma! I know it sounds crazy, but I can explain! The proof is in the diary,” I explained, waving the diary in my hand.
“Is that true?” Frank asked quietly.
“Just give me the damn diary, and no one gets hurt,” Dennis said, looking panicked and pointing the gun at Frank now.
“You killed Emma?… How… How can I ever thank you?”
I gasped in surprise not, knowing how to react. “Frank, what are you saying?” I asked, confused.
“That cheating gold-digger was going to divorce me and take half. I would have done the same thing. I guess Dennis just beat me to it.”
Dennis began smiling and turned the gun back towards me.
“Give him the diary so we can get this over with.”
“No. You’ll have to kill me first,” I said, tears pouring from my eyes. The tears weren’t from fear but disappointment. Disappointment that these were the men Emma was forced to deal with, that this is what their marriage ended with, that this is how Emma was treated by the men who claimed to love her.
“That won’t be a problem.”
Just as Dennis finished his sentence, there was a sudden burst of light. We all fell backward, and I instinctively put my hand in front of my eyes to block the light. The light dimmed down, and all that was left was Emma. Her spirit didn’t look like it usually did- covered in blood, skin white as snow. This was the real Emma. She was wearing the dress she died in but looked like she did in the memory.
“Em… Emma, sweetheart, I had no idea Dennis was capable of such a thing,” Frank blubbered. He looked like he had just seen the ghost of his dead wife, whom he admitted he would have murdered had he gotten the chance. Dennis was still on the floor, mouth wide open, too scared to even utter a word.
“SHUT UP, FRANK,” Emma yelled so loudly I had to cover my ears. From the corner of my eye, I saw Dennis trying to grab the gun which had fallen out of his hand when the light appeared. He pointed it at Emma, but she just rolled her eyes and with a flicker of her wrist sent him flying backward into the wall. She turned and pointed at Frank, who began to levitate.
“Sweetheart, listen to me… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”
Before Frank could finish his apology, she had sent him flying into the wall too. They both lay unconscious on the ground, barely breathing. Emma turned towards me.
“Grab the diary and take it to the nearest police station. I’ll make sure they don’t go anywhere.”
I scuttered to my feet, diary in my hand. As I was about to leave the room, I heard Emma call my name. I turned around and saw her smiling at me with tears in her eyes.
“Thank you. Thank you so much.”
“I love you so much, Emma.”
“I know. I love you too. Now go”
I stared at her for a few more seconds and then ran out. I hurried to my car and drove to the nearest police station as Emma had instructed, and after listening to my story and looking through the diary, the police made their way to Frank and Emma’s house.
I had left out the dead best friend’s ghost, helped me solve the murder part, and just told them I had a feeling something was wrong, so I snooped and found the diary. I also told them that I had hidden when I heard some sounds and from my hiding place I saw Dennis come looking for the diary. While he was searching Frank came home and they got into a fight which turned very violent because Frank threatened to turn Dennis in and Dennis threatened to blame the murder on Frank if he did so. Dennis beat Frank unconscious, and when he wasn’t looking, I hit him over the head with a lamp and escaped with the diary. I knew it wasn’t the best cover-up story, but it sounded a lot less crazy than my dead best friend beat up some guys who had it coming.
I wasn’t allowed to go with them, but, from what I was told later, they found both Dennis and Frank unconscious on the bedroom floor. When they eventually came to, they admitted to everything and went along with my story. Frank even admitted to verbally and physically abusing Emma when they were married. Dennis was convicted for murder and Frank for several other things which meant I wouldn’t be seeing either of them again for a long time.
That night was the last time I saw Emma. I miss her, but I know she’s at peace now. I just wish it hadn’t ended like this. I wish I could have saved her life. Unfortunately, we can’t change the past, but we can change the future, and that is why I began working part-time at a women’s shelter and started taking online classes to become a counselor, so I could work at the shelter full-time. It’s hard listening to their stories but helping them start over and seeing them get better is the most incredible feeling in the world.
I know I promised I would post the last part last week, but, I got busy, and also I didn’t know how to end the story. I don’t know if I love this ending, but I tried my best, for now, I guess. May edit it later lol…
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