CHAPTER 3
The Investigation
The day right after my fall an investigation was held, with police, investigators, the owners and workers of the museum and a few weeping friends.
I don't know why but watching this floating invisibly at the roof with the ghost girl didn't make me sad at all.
I watched as some people who obviously worked for the police walked around taking notes as some people from the hospital, or morgue, took away my mangled body.
These sorts of things went on until late at night, and when everyone went home the owner of the museum walked over to the front desk where Joe was sitting, just as he had yesterday, when I was still in the world of the living.
I drifted down lower and landed on the ground, and making no sound at all I walked over to them.
The owner shivered when I brushed past him, but he continued to talk to Joe.
"I know it must be hard taking his job the day after he died, but we need someone to guard the museum. And since it's on such short notice and you are the most qualified, I'm giving you the job, but only temporarily! We will hire someone, but tonight it's your job." The owner explained to Joe.
"Sure, as long as I get a pay rise." Joe replied.
"That's the deal" The owner agreed.
Then they said their goodbyes and the owner left. Joe still sat in the same position with his cap pulled over his head.
I decided to give him a bit of a scare, but just as I snuck up behind him the phone rang and I looked up at the third floor.
As the phone rang I saw the girl at the top of the third floor beckoning me with a phone that had no cord and seemed to have just formed from nothing.
I quickly floated up to join her. When I reached her she held the phone out to me and whispered, "Time for some scares!"
I took the phone just as Joe picked up. I peered over the edge and saw him looking nervous.
"Hello! Hello! Is this some sort of prank?" Joe said nervously but obviously tried to sound intimidating.
"You took my job." I said.
"Wha… what? You, you're dead! This can't be you!" Joe stuttered in obvious fear. Down below he nearly fell off his chair hurrying to his feet and looking around.
I hung up the phone and Joe continued to stutter that it couldn't be me.
Joe moved back to his chair but didn't sit down. The girl walked up behind me with something in her hand. I saw a glint of silver as she grabbed my arm and hung it right over Joe's head.
She quickly sliced down with the knife making a long cut right across where my veins should've been, but of course they weren't as I was dead.
A scream nearly escaped my throat when I realized it didn't hurt. But it did bleed. A long and constant stream of blood fell from my wrist and right on and over Joe.
He screamed but he didn't move, his legs seemed to be frozen in place. The blood continued to fall when he looked up, and he would've seen just blood falling from nowhere.
I grabbed my wrist and a pale light emanated from my hand, as I watched the cut healed.
As soon as the blood stopped pouring Joe scrambled away. He tripped over the chair in his haste and fell on his back.
I floated down onto the second floor and started to walk slowly, focusing on making my footsteps heard.
It worked too! My footsteps rung out in the night loudly. At the end of the corridor I was walking in was the staircase, and just as I had Joe seemed to be climbing it.
I focused on becoming a shadow in the form of myself in place of myself, and just as Joe appeared at the top of the steps where he could see me I jumped to the side through the wall, turned invisible again and poked my head back.
Joe had a bewildered look on his face. He rubbed his eyes then turned screaming and ran.
I looked where he had been looking and the girl was standing there under the single light bulb. The light was flickering on and off and she had her head hanging down with wet hair covering her head.
She looked absolutely horrifying! I hoped next time I could top that.
I floated after Joe as he ran towards the door, and I had a great idea.
I jumped in front of him and locked the door, then jumped behind him. He crashed into the door and tried to open it.
I made myself visible and slowly walked towards him.
When he noticed me he screamed. He desperately tried the door though there was no hope of opening it until I did. He leant heavily on the door and I smirked, and then disappeared.
Joe stared at the spot where I was a second ago, and then he tumbled out the door as I opened it. He rolled into the gutter and stared back at the museum.
What he saw was the museum and a little trick the girl did. The lights all started to flicker then turn out one by one. When they were all out she and I appeared at the door nearly completely hidden in the darkness.
I extended my hand and it pushed the solid glass like it was plastic wrap.
Joe didn't wait any longer to see what happened next, he sprinted off, never to come back to the haunted museum.
But that wasn't the end, no, the owner found out the museum was haunted by the spirits of me and someone called Mary Worth, which no doubt was the girl.
So he called in a ghost hunting team with a psychic. Then he requested an exorcism for the night after the ghost hunting team paid him a visit.
But would that be able to stop us?