Chapter 4
Dan POV
After the events of yesterday, I decided that after work I would start trying to find out what happened to Phil. I was going to ask Chris and Pj first, as they were probably in the house at the time it happened, so they may know something about it.
Work, as always, was boring. It got busy at around lunch time, but other than that, I didn't have much to do. When I finally left, I stopped in the shop to pick up something for dinner, before making my way home. I opened the door and the first thing I heard was shouting coming form the living room. I closed the door and walked in to see Chris and Pj playing on my PS3. I cleared my throat from behind them. Immediately, they stopped shouting, pausing the game, and slowly turned their heads towards me.
"Care to explain?" I asked.
"I don't even know what happened. One minute I was just minding my own business, the next the controller was in my hand and the game was on. I can't be held responsible." Chris said.
"Uh huh." I said, raising an eyebrow at him.
"I think it more went 'Peeeeeeeej, I'm bored', 'well what do you want me to do about it?', 'lets play something', 'like what?', 'how about Dan's PS3', 'but that's Dan's', 'so? It'll be fun', 'fine'. Or something like that." Phil imitated. I turned toward where the voice cam from to see Phil sitting in the corner. I hadn't even noticed him.
"Really?" I said, stringing out the 'e', turning back to them.
"It didn't even happen like that." Chris said.
"Yes, it did." Phil argued.
"Not exactly like that." Pj said.
"Care to tell your side?" I asked Pj.
"Chris said he was bored, so I told him to go play with something and then I came downstairs and he was fiddling with that," he pointed at the PS3, "and then he thought he had broken it, so I looked at it and managed to get it working, and this game was in there, and we just wanted to see what it was like, and…I'm sorry." He said, slowing down his little confession at the end.
"Well that sounds more believable than 'the controller just appeared in my hand'." I said, looking back at Chris, who just smiled sheepishly. "I don't actually mind you playing it, just ask next time. And don't break it." I said.
"How are we supposed to ask when you're not here?" Chris asked.
"Before I go?" I offered. He just rolled his eyes.
"Can we carry on?" Chris asked. I sighed.
"Go on then."
"Yes!" Chris cheered. I laughed, rolling my eyes at him. I carried on the kitchen, putting the carrier bag in my hand down.
"So, you and Phil are getting on then." I heard from behind me. I turned around to see Pj in the door way. I said nothing, hut shrugged. "So what happened with you two last night?" He asked.
"What do you mean?" I questioned.
"Well when I walked in, you two seemed to be talking and getting along." He said.
"It was nothing. I mean, I just asked him why he didn't kill me when he had the chance and then he started talking about his death." I told him.
"What about his death?" Pj asked.
"Well I asked him what happened." I said.
"And?"
"And what?"
"What did he say?" He asked.
"That he didn't know what happened, but that he wants to find out. And I said that I would help him." I told him.
"And how are you going to do that?" He asked me.
"I'm going to ask around." I said.
"Well good luck then." He said, turning to leave.
"Wait!" I said.
"What?"
"Do you know anything?" I asked him. I heard him sigh. He turned back around.
"All I know is that the stairs were involved." He told me.
"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.
"Well, when Chris and I found him, he was at the bottom of the stairs. He was bleeding, and his neck was broken." He said.
"But you don't know what happened?" I questioned.
"We thought he just fell, but Phil insists he didn't. There was no one here when we got there. I don't even know how long he had been there when we found him. I say we, Chris was actually the one to find him. I was in the garden when he came and found me." Pj told me. I could feel tears in my eyes as I listened to what happened. I breathed in a shaky breath.
"Okay, so, somehow, he fell down the stairs and broke his neck. But there was no one here to have done it. And he insisted that he didn't fall on his own, yes?" I recapped.
"Yes." He confirmed. I nodded.
"Okay. Thanks for the help." I said.
"No problem." He smiled sadly. "I just hope you fond out so Phil can finally move on from it." He said.
"Me too." I agreed.
It wasn't until a few hours later when I had eaten and was mindlessly browsing the internet that Chris came to join me.
"Hey." He said, making me jump as I didn't know he was there.
"Don't do that." I told him.
"Sorry." He said, smiling sheepishly.
"What did you need?" I asked.
"Pj told me about what you're doing for Phil." Chris said. I nodded. "He said it might be a good idea to come and talk to you." I shut the lid on my laptop, moving it aside, and turning to face Chris properly.
"Okay then. What can you tell me?" I asked.
"Well, I was outside with Pj, and I told him that I was just going to go inside and get something. As I got in, I heard a loud bang. I assumed it was just Phil dropping something, so I just carried on with what I was doing.
It wasn't until a few hours later that I realised I hadn't heard anything from Phil. I went to go and check that he was in the house, so I decided to go to his room first, and then I was him lying at the bottom of the stairs. His neck was clearly broken, and there was a load of blood that was drying around him. I quickly went and got Pj, and we didn't know what to do with him, so we just sort of waited.
After a couple of hours, he woke up, except, he didn't. His body was still on the floor, but he wasn't. He was like Pj and I." He finished, looking down. I quickly wiped my face, feeling tears falling down it.
"So he was a ghost?" I asked. Chris nodded.
"But that's all I know. Sorry I couldn't be more help." He said.
"No, it's fine. That's a good place to start." I said. I still had a couple of tears falling down my face, but I ignored them for now.
"Well, I'll leave you alone then." Chris said. I nodded.
"See you later." I said. He waved slightly, then disappeared. I sighed, wiping the tears from my face. The sofa dipped beside me, and I looked to see Phil there. He didn't say anything, but just put his arm around me. I felt more tears surface, and I couldn't stop them from falling.
After about 5 minutes, I calmed myself enough to speak.
"Did you hear all of that?" I asked, not bothering to pull away from him. I felt him nod against me. "I'm sorry." I said.
"It's fine. You were just trying to find out what happened. It's my fault for listening." He said. I wiped the tears from my face.
"I'm going to help properly, I promise." I said, pulling away from him. "I'll ask the landlord, and some of your old neighbours to see what they know. I promise I will find out, even if it kills me." I said sincerely.
"Don't put yourself through too much. I've gone this long without knowing, I can carry on." He said. I shook my head.
"No, you deserve to know what actually happened to you." I said. He didn't say anything, but just smiled, pulling me back to him and rubbing his hand up and down my arm.
"I'm still sorry for what I did to you before." He said after a while.
"Just forget it." I said.
"No, it was horrible, and now you're being nice and I feel bad." He said. I chuckled slightly.
"Well, you'll have to make it up one day then." I said.
"I will, don't worry." He promised.
"I'll hold you to it." I laughed.
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