Stuck for Eternity

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I entered the house to find the front door unlocked.

My parents were all about safety, so I knew they would just leave the door open.

I cautiously made my way into the living room. "Mom? Dad?" I called. I continued into the kitchen, where I found my mother. I screamed when I saw all the blood. "MOM?!" I shrieked. I sat down beside her and felt for a pulse.

There was so much blood.

It wasn't until later I found out her throat had been slit so deep that she was nearly decapitated.

My thoughts immediately turned to my father.

I got up, trying not to slip on my mother's blood. I made my way into my father's study.

He was sitting in his chair.

I took a deep breath and approached him. I turned him around and saw a bloody bullet hole in the middle of his forehead. I covered my mouth as my eyes filled with tears. I heard the floorboards behind me creak. I heard a gun cock and closed my eyes, waiting for death to come.

I opened them again and found I was in my room. I shot out of bed and ran downstairs. "Clarity! Wait!" I heard Tate's voice yell. I ran into the kitchen and found myself lying there next to my mother, a bullet wound on the back of my head. I screamed as Tate came into the kitchen. "What's going on?" I asked him.

"You're dead, Clarity", he told me.

"But…but that's not possible!" I argued, "Why am I still here? Where's the bright light?"

"The thing about this house is if you die here, you don't move on. You're stuck here. Forever", Tate explained.

"But why?" I asked him.

"No one knows", Tate said.

"How many of you are there?" I asked.

"Too many to count", he answered.

"Then where are my parents?" I asked.

"Some ghosts come out more often than others. Your parents haven't been that social since they died", Tate told me.

"Are you…?" I asked him, unable to finish the question.

"I'm so sorry", he said.

"But you're a ghost! How is that possible?!" I yelled at him.

"I don't know, okay!" Tate exploded, "It's not like I asked for this!"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you Tate", I told him, "What do we do now?"

"I'm sure someone has already called the cops", Tate said, "The police and the coroner will be here soon to clean up the mess".

Over the next few days, it was odd to watch everything happen around me and not being able to do anything.

I watched as they rolled our bodies out the house.

I watched as the funeral took place in the backyard.

I watched as our stuff was moved out of the house, but Tate helped me salvage some things before they could be taken away.

I watched as a new family moved in and took over the house.

Now I understood why most of the ghosts hung out in the attic or the basement.

"Still sad about being stuck here?" Tate asked me.

"Not if it means being stuck here with you for eternity", I told him.

Tate smiled and leaned down and kissed me.