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“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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I heard Frank yelling outside the bedroom door. Frank banged on the door and threatened to kick it in but gave up after a few kicks. Classic Frank. She sobbed for a little while and then started to move the nightstand. At first, I thought she was going to block the door with it in case Frank comes back, but she just moved it a little and pulled out a diary from behind it. She began writing in it and I felt a tugging on my shirt again. Emma’s spirit was watching all this too and she was now pointing at the diary. As I got closer, I read the words she had been writing. “FRANK KNOWS ABOUT THE AFFAIR.” 

She put the diary back and started sobbing again. After a few seconds, she grabbed her phone and called someone. I tried to see who, but it was too fuzzy, and I couldn’t make it out. “Frank knows,” she sobbed into the phone. “Because I don’t want to be with you. It was just one night. Frank just left, and I think he’s coming to find you. You need to come over right now so we can settle this like adults when he gets back. I don’t want either of you to get hurt over one stupid mistake,” she continued.

Everything around me began to fade, suddenly we were in the living room. I heard the doorbell ring and Emma quickly opened the door. My eyes widened in shock as I saw who entered the house. Dennis. I felt sick and tried screaming, but no sound came out. Everything began to fade again and, I heard Dennis screaming at Emma. “Why won’t you just accept that we’re meant to be together? I LOVE YOU,” he yelled with a look in his eyes that sent shivers down my spine.

He grabbed her and tried to kiss her, but she was able to push him away and ran up the stairs trying to get to the bedroom. She almost made it but, he ran after her and grabbed her again. He was trying to drag her back downstairs but, she kept struggling and pushing him away. “I hate you, you ruined my life and, I’m going to tell everyone what a psycho stalker you are,” she yelled, spitting at him. He froze, and, in a split second, the look on his face changed. Before I could even understand the new look on his face he had already grabbed and pushed her down the stairs. I heard a sickening crunch when her neck broke as she landed at the bottom of the stairs.

Both Emma’s spirit and I walked towards her lifeless body at the bottom of the stairs. I could see the blood pouring out of her mouth, her eyes still open, and her face as white as snow. I bent down and stretched my arm towards her, but, her spirit put her hand on mine in an attempt to get my attention. She pointed at Dennis, who was still standing at the top of the stairs looking down at Emma’s corpse. There wasn’t even a hint of regret or sadness in his deep blue eyes. “Get him,” Emma’s spirit whispered as the memory began to melt away.

I awoke with a gasp and couldn’t breathe for a few seconds. I shook my head, trying to process what I had just seen as my vision blurred from the tears that were forming in my eyes. “Oh God,” I whispered as I saw Emma’s spirit standing near me, observing me. “Emma, I’m so sorry. I’m going to make this right,” I promised her. I grabbed my car keys and headed for the door. I knew I had to get my hands on that diary- it was vital evidence that could link Emma and Dennis. She had probably written more about him earlier too.

I checked to make sure Frank’s car wasn’t there when I reached the house, and, as soon as I had confirmed he was at work, I unlocked the door using the key they hid under their mat and ran towards their room. I pushed the nightstand away and saw what I had been looking for. I grabbed the diary and started skimming through the pages. “I made a stupid mistake”, “Dennis is pressuring me to leave Frank”, “Dennis showed up at my yoga class today”, “He showed up at the house today but, luckily Frank was out getting dinner,” “I’m scared he’s going to find out about Dennis.” There were a bunch of posts about Dennis, each more terrifying than the last. It was clear he had been stalking her for quite a while now.

“Give me the diary.” I flinched in shock and turned around to see Dennis pointing a gun at me. “Give… me… the… diary. NOW,” he yelled as I flinched again but this time out of fear. “How could you?” I asked. “I don’t have to explain anything to someone as stupid as you. All I had to do was get you drunk, and you blabbed everything to me. I just had to follow you for a few days, and, voila- you lead me straight to that stupid diary,” he said, shaking his head. “I mean, come on… no wonder Emma never told you about our night together- she knew you were too stupid to keep it to yourself,” he continued. “I trusted you. SHE TRUSTED YOU, AND YOU TURNED INTO A MONSTER,” I cried. “Of course, I turned into a monster. SHE turned me into a monster. She had been leading me on since high school- using me every time she and Frank had a fight and then ignoring me the minute they made up. For years I was her little lap dog,” he said with a sick look on his face.

We both turned our heads as we heard the front door open and, then, close a few seconds later. It must be Frank- I had no idea why he was home but, I have never been so relieved in my life. Before Dennis could do anything, we heard Frank’s footsteps approaching, and, soon he was standing at the door, his eyes wide with shock. “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?” he exclaimed.

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