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Dude, this story is awesome!, Usually I'm not one for reading forum story's, I actually clicked on this link Tuesday late eventing/early night,expecting it to be a collection of people talking about supernatural experiences (I don't believe in ghosts, but the subject has always interested me.) When I saw that is was a story thread I was going to hit the "back" button on my browser, but thought "Ah I'm here now, may as-well read the first chapter", before I knew it I was up until 3am reading it, I was out of town Wednesday night so I knew I wouldn't be able to read it then (ass I would have no internet connection) so before turning in for the night Tuesday, I saved the thread to be read offline on my laptop, so I could read the last few chapters Wednesday.

I really can't wait for the conclusion, I'm guessing that we're going to hear more about that baby who was killed there and the black boy who was shot there, but don't tell me if I'm right or wrong, I want it to be a surprise.

And one last thing, any chance of a part in your next story?

At 8/28/08 03:35 PM, madlyinsane wrote:
And one last thing, any chance of a part in your next story?

Glad to have another NGer enjoying my work.

Story threads have been banned on NG. But since I began this one before the official announcement, I'm allowed to update it until it's finished. I have promised to post one story on my Profile Page, once this one is finished. I'll make you part of that one. (Best I can do).

Here's a link to my other stories on NG, to tide you over until I get a chance to finish this one.

LINK~
http://monocrom.newgrounds.com/news/post /8846

At 7/29/07 08:33 AM, LinkSilvermane wrote:

At 7/29/07 06:02 AM, isuckandsoyou wrote: Whoa that was LONG! (and boring(kinda))

Was it? I hadn't noticed.

I thought it was pretty damned enjoyable stuff. Pure awesomeness, to be precise.

If you think that's long, I suggest you find yourself a nice pop-up book and spend the afternoon reading it.

he should definatley do that

At 8/29/08 02:52 AM, Monocrom wrote: I have promised to post one story on my Profile Page

Oh really?

-Hint-

Include me?

hey mono, I'm going to be on Parris Island for the next 13 weeks going through Marine Corps boot camp, so I won't be able to tell you how fantastic your work is for a while. please, give me some good stuff to read when i get back!
take care, everyone!

At 9/1/08 09:09 AM, Joodah wrote: hey mono, I'm going to be on Parris Island for the next 13 weeks going through Marine Corps boot camp, so I won't be able to tell you how fantastic your work is for a while. please, give me some good stuff to read when i get back!
take care, everyone!

make us proud son

make us proud

--- Chapter 30 : Part II ---
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2007

The young man changed his bloody clothes before grabbing the two suitcases from his bedroom. He left the bat, and the body, in his apartment. Not an issue. He wasn't ever going to come back there again. He made his way down to the large parking garage in the lower-level of his apartment building. He already had the Remington 870 pump shotgun in the trunk of his Audi A4. After placing the bags into the trunk, and getting behind the wheel, he hesitated a bit.

"What's wrong, Sweetie?" Asked the older woman's voice that seemed to be coming from the speakers in his car.

"I..... I just don't know if this is for the best." He replied.

"Of course it is, Sweetie. If it wasn't, would I tell you to do it?"

"I..... I guess you're right." He said.

"Aww..... You're just nervous. That's all. Trust me, it gets easier the more you do it..... The more people you put out of their misery."

"But she seemed happy, or at least she seemed contented." He replied.

"Looks can be deceiving, Sweetie. There are many out there just like her. Happy on the surface, able to fake a smile. And completely dead inside. Their lives have no meaning. They have done nothing worthwhile during their time on Earth, and they never will. And worst of all, they know it. Now what type of existence is that?"

"You're right. But it still doesn't make it easy." He said.

"No, not easy. But imagine how hard it is on them. They're too scared to release their pain. They lack the strength or the courage to do it. They lack the strength and courage to take the chance to do anything that might better their lives. And when there is no hope left, when it becomes clear that no one loves them; then that's when someone like you must step in to do what is best for them. To help them. Now I know that poor girl suffered before you completely released her pain. But that was unintentional on your part. She forgives you. She's in a better place now. A place where she doesn't have to degrade herself in front of horny men, just to put food in her mouth or pay the rent on a shack of an apartment. She was given very little..... and very little was expected of her. But you, you're a different story. You've been given much, and much is expected of you."

"It still bothers me that she suffered." He replied.

"Well Sweetie, that's because you didn't follow my instructions to the letter. I told you, two quick blows to her head. Now I'm not angry with you, and neither is she. But it's important that you follow my instructions to the smallest detail. If you do, then everything will work out. Remember, you're one of the chosen ones. A Hero. And I'm your Guide. You've been chosen to make the world a better place, by reducing the amount of suffering in it. You got off to a bit of a rough start. But that's okay! I don't expect you to be perfect, at first. You'll get better over time..... Now start the car, and let us be on our way. You have another assignment."

As the noisy 2.0-liter, turbocharged four-cylinder engine came to life; the young man still had a few doubts about his new role in Life.

It didn't take the NYPD TOO much time to find the dead body in the young man's apartment. The young man was generally a very quiet fellow. So when the older couple living downstairs heard the body of his victim hit the floor, they became concerned. Perhaps he had tripped and fallen. Perhaps he was hurt. They wasted no time in calling the police. But the NYPD had more important things to deal with than a young, healthy man who "perhaps" fell in his apartment. A few hours later, as the Sun came up, a police cruiser finally pulled up to the apartment complex. The older couple buzzed them in. It was the veteran officer who had a bad feeling as they approached the door to the young man's apartment. Identifying the body would not be easy, since her head and face were unrecognizeable.

Considering that the death took place in Manhattan, near Christopher street; the NYPD had to wait for someone in the Coroner's office to check the body for a penis before they could even determine gender. Finding none meant that at least one step in determining her I.D., was over. The young man's disappearence, along with that of his car and clothes; easily made him the prime suspect.

The young man drove for hours. Only stopping to gas up his car. Despite the A.P.B. that the NYPD had put out, the young man drove without encountering a single police officer. Exhausted from being up since the day before, he pulled off to the side of the road to get some sleep. When he awoke, it was clear that he was out a lot longer than expected. The Sun had risen on a new day. Despite being late for his new assignment, his Guide acted very understanding. She didn't even get upset when he told her how hungry he was, and that his new assignment would have to wait until he filled his stomach.

"That's alright, Sweetie. I know that even heros have to eat. But you're so close to town. Just drive on through and get something to eat at the local diner. At least be in town so you can help more people with their suffering."

It seemed a reasonable request. The young man drove a bit more, until he finally reached the town in upstate New York. He pulled into an empty space a few feet in front of the diner. The place was filled with people. They all looked so sad. Not a single smile on any of their faces. He went to the trunk of his car. The shotgun was wrapped in a beach towel. He lifted up the towel just a bit, and took a 20-dollar bill from the brass moneyclip that he had hidden underneath the towel. Closing the trunk, he walked into the diner.

The young man took his time. After ordering a hot, roast beef sandwich with fries and finishing off with a large slice of blueberry pie; the waitress asked him if there'd be anything else. She expected him to say "no," and then to ask for the check. To her surprise, he said he wanted the same thing all over again; and not just the pie. After finishing his two side-by-side meals, the young man walked out of the diner. He stood by the front door, looking down at his wallet as he put his change inside of it.

When he looked up, that's when he saw the muzzle flash. The blast sent him back against the front door of the diner. But the glass door didn't shatter. The body of the young man slumped down against the door. That is, until the waitress inside the diner pulled the door open. At first, she was horrified because she thought that a crazed gunman was just outside the door! But she breathed a sigh of relief after seeing who was holding the Ithica model 37 pump shotgun, which still had a bit of smoke coming out the end of the barrel. She smiled at him a bit.

"Oh Sheriff Andersson, it's you. For a second there I thought that some deranged lunatic had...."

"There, there. Nothing to fret about. Everything's okay." Replied Andersson.

As the waitress began to calm down, she could have sworn that she saw the Sheriff's eyes glow red; just for a second.

"Just my fraziled nerves...." She said to herself.

Seriously, please stop bumping this thread or I swear I'll bump every thread that isn't locked that has a 4chan meme in it.

At 9/2/08 02:33 AM, VirtualClepto wrote: Seriously, please stop bumping this thread or I swear I'll bump every thread that isn't locked that has a 4chan meme in it.

Hi, I'm the author of this story thread. It's still active. I'm still posting new chapters.

Constructive criticism is welcome. Acting like an ass is not.

Have a nice day.

It's been a while since I've commented on this story.

The intricacies of the story line are both engaging and somewhat overwhelming. I reread much of the first chapters, and I'll admit, a second read help me sort out the details I may have missed initially. It's violent in places and, as the story has worn on, has lost the softer edge it once had. While that's not a bad thing, I almost have to prepare myself for the next chapter; bracing for the aggression held in the characters' pasts.

I look forward to future installments and am intent on finding out how it all resolves.

:)

At 9/2/08 10:37 AM, tigerkitty wrote: I look forward to future installments and am intent on finding out how it all resolves.

)

About the only soft thing left in the story is the imaginary fur covering Mr. Mouse.

Bracing yourself is a good idea, cause things are just going to get more intense. :)

P.S. ~ <3

Cool story.

At 9/2/08 02:33 AM, VirtualClepto wrote: Seriously, please stop bumping this thread or I swear I'll bump every thread that isn't locked that has a 4chan meme in it.

I'm partly posting to say another awesome chapter man, but mostly, I'm posting just to piss this guy off, and see if he really can bump "every thread that isn't locked that has a 4chan meme in it."!

Jesus mono, another great chapter, and this one was just amazing, it almost had nothing to do with the previous few, or did it? Ah, forget it. I'm not going to try and figure out your crazy writing style.
I honestly thought Chapter 25-27 would have ended it, but at this point, this story is getting to the size of a novel. Are you honestly sure your not going to publish any of your stories?

I know I'd buy your book.

At 9/3/08 12:34 AM, FlamingHiei wrote: Jesus mono, another great chapter, and this one was just amazing, it almost had nothing to do with the previous few, or did it? Ah, forget it. I'm not going to try and figure out your crazy writing style.
I honestly thought Chapter 25-27 would have ended it, but at this point, this story is getting to the size of a novel. Are you honestly sure your not going to publish any of your stories?

I know I'd buy your book.

You'll just have to read the next chapter to see how this one ties into the rest of the story.

I'm half-tempted to try to find a Publisher. Perhaps when I have a bit more free time. And thanks for the compliment. :)

Hello there, I'm still around, but I've been on holiday for three weeks. I just skimmed through the past two story posts, but I'm still tired, so I'll have a more thorough read later. What I did read though, I liked, so keep up the good work!

Hi, I don't know whether I'm bumping a old or new topic, as I can't read american dates, but i have just been reading all of it, and it is really good. Can't wait for the next chapter.

UPDATE -
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Sorry guys, something unexpected came up. I will not be able to post a new installment today.

I will try to post in the middle of the week, but we are still horribly short-handed at work and my account manager is too damn lazy to do something about the problem.

Next installment = Sunday, at the latest.

At 9/9/08 12:27 AM, Monocrom wrote: UPDATE -
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Sorry guys, something unexpected came up. I will not be able to post a new installment today.

I will try to post in the middle of the week, but we are still horribly short-handed at work and my account manager is too damn lazy to do something about the problem.

Next installment = Sunday, at the latest.

It's fine, I don't mind waiting another week or so, just try to put two at once if possible.

At 9/9/08 01:03 AM, FlamingHiei wrote:
It's fine, I don't mind waiting another week or so, just try to put two at once if possible.

Perhaps two installments in one week? I'll try for that.

UPDATE -
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I just lost over two hours of work because my stupid fucking computer decided to act up!!!

I was nearly done with Part I of Chapter 31, when my computer decided to close the window that contained all my work! I don't fucking believe this!!! This is why I prefer pen and paper. Unless some sick, twisted freak breaks down the door to your apartment, takes you hostage, and then burns your written work with a freaking lighter..... You don't lose your work in the blink of a fucking eye!

As most of you know, I can't type. It's getting late, and I have to be at work in a few hours..... And no, I don't know how to back up my work on my computer in case shit like this happens.

I'm very sorry, but chapter 31 is going to be delayed for at least a couple of days. Maybe a bit longer. I can't believe I just lost two hours of fucking work........

--- Chapter 31 : Part I ---

Celebration!
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2007

"So that's it then? It's over?" Asked Positively-Negative.

"Sounds like it." Replied Mal.

"It can't be over. Not like this."

"Seems a bit of a let-down." Agreed Mal.

"A bit?? It's fucking lame! All this..... As far as we came; and now it's just over?"

"Well, what did you expect? He's freaking exhausted. He's done a lot. And he probably never expected this to last this long. It's not exactly a profession filled with hot, horny, disease-free 18 year-old chicks throwing themselves at you." Said Mal.

"Or in your case, hot nurses."

"I told you, she seduced me." replied Mal.

"And you liked it." Said Positively-Negative, with a grin.

"You damn right I liked it...... But that doesn't change what happened. I can't believe Ozcar is just giving up on this poor family. First he gives up on Alice, and now the rest of them??" Said Mal.

"Some things can't be helped. Potential and talent is like food and water..... People waste them."

"Yeah..... I guess it just bothers me more than it should." Replied Mal.

"Ozcar has done some things that seem out of place, but things usually work out in the end. Remember that one case we had in Mexico? I looked like a damn fool in that chicken outfit. Yellow feathers, big feet, and that soft plastic beak. I still have no clue where Ozcar found a chicken outfit in the middle of that tiny village. The inside of that outfit smelled really funny too."

"Yeah, I remember that. Caused the thief pretending to be a ghost to start laughing his ass off. The people in that village nearly tore him apart! That was funny as Hell..... Watching a hairy, naked, over-weight man run for his Life. I'm still surprised he got away in MOSTLY one piece. The entire village threw a huge celebration that night. I wish all of them ended like that." Said Mal.

"Point being, if Ozcar says to stay put in the room..... and that we're not going back to the house; then he must have a good reason for doing so."

* * * * * * * *

Andersson returned to his office and locked the door. He placed the Ithica model 37 back on the gun-rack in his office. Before sitting down at his desk, he looked into the mirror that hung on the wall.

"Maybe they just REALLY want to believe in a hero. So they believe in you. Maybe it really is that simple."

He sat at the desk, and thought back on what took place just after he gunned down the young man. He thought of how the customers in the diner slowly began to walk out. How one of them turned out to be the mayor's older brother. How he asked Andersson for an explanation. How his tone was filled more with curiosity, rather than suspicion, of Andersson's actions. How Andersson had told them all the important details about the now deceased young man. How the good Sheriff had popped the trunk on the young man's Audi and showed them the shotgun that was hidden inside.....

"Got a call from a buddy of mine working at the NYPD. They suspected that the suspect might be headed up here. That he might have family up here. So I got the heads-up, and kept an eye out for his fancy ride. When I saw it parked here, in front of the diner; I decided not to take any chances with a suspect who was reported as being armed & extremely dangerous."

"I don't believe it!" Shouted the mayor's brother.

"Really?" Asked Andersson, genuinely surprised.

"Yes! I don't believe it! ....... We could have all been killed while we ate! You saved us from that nut-job! Thank you, Sheriff! Thank You! I'm going to go call my brother right away. The mayor is going to hear about what you did."

It was just that easy.

As Andersson sat behind his desk, with his feet up on it; he began to laugh.

"Maybe they just REALLY want to believe......"

It was then that the door opened. Ozcar walked in.

"Ah, Dr. Nuwai I presume." Said Andersson with a giant grin.

"Ironically, that's the first time I ever heard that." Replied an expressionless Ozcar.

"Seems that locked doors aren't much of a problem for you."

"You should know by now that I can go anywhere I choose." Replied Ozcar.

"And what reason would you choose to come into MY office?"

"It's not YOUR office. It belongs to Andersson. And your reason is waiting outside." Replied Ozcar.

Carmilla waked into the office. Ozcar closed and locked the door behind her. She didn't seem happy to be there. (Mainly because, she wasn't).

"Must admit, this isn't what I had in mind for my first three-some." Said Andersson, with a grin.

"Don't be disgusting." Replied a clearly unhappy Carmilla.

"Aww..... Don't be upset. Haven't you heard? I just saved a diner full of people from getting killed. And all I had to do was shoot one dumb-ass little prick." Laughed Andersson.

Carmilla turned to Ozcar...... "You're right doctor, that's not Andersson." She said.

"Oh come now, I thought we were friends. Now that's not a very nice thing to say." Said Andersson, still smiling.

"You said that things would be taken care of, with Jen and her family. You told me to give you a few days...... Is this what you meant by taking care of things?" Asked Ozcar.

"Oh, I see. You told our fine nurse. Well, I really am impressed. Now how did you get our lovely Carmilla to believe you, doctor?" Replied Andersson.

"You made that surprisingly easy for me. She didn't believe me at first. But after I was able to recall what happened to you on that day, it made things easier. But I doubt she was completely convinced. That is until I came in here and you behaved completely out of character."

"Very good..... very impressive. I guess when I showed you how my Soul was nearly ripped apart in that attic; it must have opened up the flood gates. But you decided to keep all that info to yourself..... Oh well, fuck it! Let's celebrate! Andersson keeps a bottle of Jack in the bottom drawer of his desk, but he never drinks it." Grinned the ghost with glowing red eyes, in Andersson's body.

"I'm sorry for what happened to you." Said Carmilla.

Her words caught both men off guard. Neither one of them were expecting Carmilla's softer side to come out. Not after what had happened. The room was so quiet, you could hear a cockroach pass gas. The Sheriff slowly rose up, and placed the bottle of Jack on the desk. His joyful mood was over.

"What did you say?" Asked Andersson.

"I'm sorry that I wasn't there to save you." She repeated.

"Really?? Well, I don't mind that the good doctor told you who I am. Why should I mind? Why should I be upset that Andersson was the one who fucked up and caused that mess 12 years ago? Why should I mind at all? Why should I care that you did an insanely terrific job of saving him..... While I died. Why should it matter? He ended up with you..... finding bullets lodged in his face. Giving him encouragement while he went through all that physical training to re-learn how to use his injured arm, among other parts of his injured body. You were the reason why he kept on going all these years. I bet you didn't know that. In fact, I'll bet you have no clue just what you mean to him. Would you like me to tell you? Because I honestly will....."

This is my favorite thread on NG.

Bookmarked.

Finally had a chance to catch up with the last three or four chapters.

...intensely awesome stuff, Monocrom.

The "young man" reminded me a wee bit of something out of Psycho...which is, of course, quite awesome in itself.

And I was a tad suspicious of the fact that Andersson simply blew his head off without so much as a "Hands up!"...interesting plot twist, this latest one.

I'm guessing that our mystery ghost is the even more mysterious hitman that got shot down by Andersson in that violent showdown, years ago?

At any rate, very nice stuff. I wish I had the willpower to start writing stuff this good after work.

At 9/29/08 08:17 AM, LinkSilvermane wrote:
I'm guessing that our mystery ghost is the even more mysterious hitman that got shot down by Andersson in that violent showdown, years ago?

At any rate, very nice stuff. I wish I had the willpower to start writing stuff this good after work.

Maybe it is..... Or maybe that's just what I want you to think. ;)

I'm hoping that last part doesn't mean what I think it means.

UPDATE ~
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We're near the end, but the next installment will be delayed a few days due to personal reasons. However, I expect this to be the last delay. And I can start putting the finishing touches on the kick-ass ending I promised all of you. It's going to be intense!

Nice story, but as everyone else says no ghosts yet.

Sorry i didn't read the other posts . . . great story!

"just nod and smile" i tell myself loudly "tell him its a great story no one will know you dident read it"

:D

--- Chapter 31 : Part II ---
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2007

"I know what I mean to him." Replied Carmilla, in a gentle tone of voice.

"I guess perhaps you do." Said Andersson.

"I saw the coroner's report about what happened to you." She replied.

"Oh Goodie! I had thought that everyone forgot about me. I spent 12 years in Purgatory, while Andersson went on to become a freaking hero! Several times over! Sometimes.... he'd just stumble onto a fucked up situation, and instantly fix it. Yup, that's what he'd do. Good old Sheriff Andersson.... But he fucked up royally 12 years ago, didn't he! See, no matter what he does, he can't fix what happened that day. It's not like the kick-ass cleaning crew the bank hired after buying the house for a song. Must admit, they did an awesome job of cleaning up all the blood-splatters off the walls. A real bang-up job. Too bad you can't do the same with human lives, isn't it."

"That was then. You and I had a deal." Replied Ozcar.

"What sort of deal?" Asked Carmilla.

"The good doctor has agreed to buy the house from the family, once I get them to run away from it; screaming in terror..... Well, that last part is more of a bonus."

"Oh, I though that he had......" Carmilla began to say, before stopping herself.

"No please go on, you were about to say something. What is it that you thought the good doctor and I had agreed to?"

"It's nothing, really." She replied.

"Liar! We all know what you were going to say. Afraid that the good doctor would reveal everything that happened that day, 12 years ago? That he'd fit in the last piece of the puzzle? Make your precious Andersson look less heroic? A bit of tarnish on your White Knight's Armour?..... Not to fear, I don't care about that."

"Why not?" Asked Carmilla.

Once again, she caught him off guard.

"What the Hell do you mean, 'Why not?'"

"Seems a fair question." She replied.

"Because maybe I just don't care about ruining Sheriff Andersson's reputation. Maybe I'd like to prevent another fucking tragedy from taking place in that fucking house. Maybe I don't want anyone else to die there and end up trapped in that fucking house. Maybe I don't want the other ghosts there to have a new Soul that they can feed off of, and grow stronger? Did you think of that? Did the good doctor mention that part to you? Did he mention how they have been growing weaker over the years because I was the last one to die there? Oh yes, that's how it works!"

"No, I didn't mention that part to her." Replied Ozcar.

"Guess I'll have to fill in the details. Last one dies is the last one taken. Where? Not sure. Heaven? Not likely. You see, something keeps coming back to the house. And everytime it does, there's one less. Just how it is. After ripping my Soul apart, they told me how it works. If you have a strong will, you last longer. But eventually, you need to feed..... otherwise, IT comes and takes you away when you're too weak to stay in the house. If you stay in the attic, you get to stick around a bit longer. Not sure why though. Just the way it is...... And you know what? I refused to play along. I refused to help them. Each of them was once the last to die in that house. And each one refused to do the right thing. Because they'd rather stay in Purgatory, than get taken away. Possibly to Hell. So they wait til someone moves into the house, and they do what they can to cause their death! ...... And then they get to feed, and to stick around for a few more years."

"That sounds horrible." Said Carmilla.

"A definite understatement. Do you have any clue how hard I've worked to make sure that no one dies in that damn house?! They tried to get Alice to murder her mom, just by whispering into her ear. They tried to pull the same bullshit with Link! For some strange reason, they really want to see Link's 'tigerkitty' get killed off. And I'm busting my ass in order to prevent that! It's not easy. And 12 years ago, when Nikole lived in the house; they were the ones giving her the miscarriage nightmares. Just trying to drive her insane in the hopes that she'd kill herself. And I had to take over Jade's body so I could drag Alice's cute little lesbian friend Sam out of the house, in case she died. Because if she died, everything that I tried to prevent would happen all over again! I earned that fucking house! It's mine! And I'm going to watch each of them starve and get taken away before I finally......"

"Before you starve and get taken away." Said Carmilla.

The ghost in Andersson's body could see a tear start rolling down each side of Carmilla's face. He slumped into Andersson's chair, emotionally exhausted.

"It's not fair, and it's not right. But what choice do I have? Become like them? Feeding off the Souls of the newly-dead in that house? Causing their deaths? Feeding off of others' misery? And for what?..... To spend Eternity stuck in that attic, just waiting for new owners to take a chance on that house? What's the point?"

"I'm so sorry." Said Carmilla.

"So am I..... I'm sorry I ever came to this miserable town."

"About our agreement....." Said Ozcar.

"You'll have to give me more time. You and I both know that there are rules. Unwritten, unspoken, but still there. I still need to figure out a way to get that family out of the house without breaking any of those rules. The Dead can feel pain, doctor. Horrible pain that the Living could not even understand. Break one of the rules, and there are consequences."

"But you killed a young man, and used Andersson's body to do it." Replied Ozcar.

"True, but he was a murderer. Unlike the Living, the Dead don't treat murderers as if they have certain rights. So it's okay. Besides, it's not like I can spend as much time in a body as I wish. After awhile, I must leave and return to the house. Otherwise, I get to experience some of that pain I mentioned."

"After everything you've been through, do you really think that you'll be punished for saving that family; any way that you can?" Asked Carmilla.

"Yes..... yes I do. But I also know that Link will never move out of that house. He'll just stay there until one of them dies. Until those damn ghosts find a way to kill one of them! He won't leave! His fucking daughters won't leave either because they look up to him! His wife won't leave because she'll always be out-voted by the rest of her family! And the baby won't leave because he can't even feed himself. He can't........."

"What is it?" Asked Ozcar.

"This is the part where it ends..... Almost..... I thought I could somehow use Andersson to get Alice and her family out of the house. But now I realize I'm going to have to do it myself."

He took a tissue off the desk, and gave it to Carmilla. A small smile across his lips. He leaned down and whispered into her ear.....

"I promise he won't know what really happened that night. My gift to you..... for the fact that you care..... Despite having burned the coroner's report."

He sat back behind Andersson's desk. In a moment, the ghost with the glowing red eyes was back in the attic. And Andersson was in control of his own body again.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

Reading a crucial part of the story, finally getting some answers.

A hot-tub of the mind, really.

Good stuff as always, Monocrom. I'm really digging this stuff, especially about what Andersson was involved in.

Wonder why Oscar wants the house, anyhow :/ hope we'll find out by the end of it all.