Chapter 6
CLUES
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After school the next day I met with Andy at the graveyard. The walk there was grueling, I was told so many bone-chilling stories about this place. Poor Andy, I thought. It was very cold today, unusual for spring weather. Andy was wearing shorts, and a short sleeved Tee...
"Chilly today huh?" I said to Andy. *Was I really talking to him about the weather?*
"I guess..." He said unsure.
"'You guess?' It's odd weather for spring don't you think?"
"I really can't tell"
"Can ghosts... feel?" I asked him.
"No, not really." He said.
"Explains the apparel." I muttered. He seemed to hear me because he started to chuckle.
After we walked together for a few minutes, he stopped me.
"Well here we are." He said
I stood paralyzed.
"Come on, my home is your home."
"I don't think I want to be in YOUR home."
He laughed.
"Well see anything?" He asked
"No. Wait…wait hold on, I think I got something."
I picked up a piece of clothing. A swatch from a jacket perhaps, I really couldn't be sure. But what I was sure about; I was this much closer to finding Andy's murderer, and this closer to getting my sanity back.
"Alright!" He said satisfied.
"How did it get here anyway?" I asked him
"I said I would find you a clue and so I did....it was at the sight of my body dump...before they found me." Andy said
"Well, now we just need to match it to the hundreds of people that live here. Are you sure you don't remember ANYTHING about your murder?" That felt odd to say.
"I don't know who but I do know where."
"Really? That's great, where?!"
"New York..."
"What!" I screamed.
"No." He laughed "Somewhere in the county park."
"Good, because I am not schlepping myself to New York just because a confused ghost told me too..."
"Can't I have ANY fun?" He laughed
"NO!" I narrowed my eyes
I know it sounds weird, but I think I befriended a ghost.
"Kate can you be honest?" he asked
"I'll try..."
"Are you...afraid of...me?" He asked in a whisper.
"Andy, I not even sure if all this is real...if you are real...I can honestly say I'm not afraid of you...but more or less the idea of you..."
He was silent for a while. "That doesn't make the least bit of sense!" he yelled
"Neither do you." I shot back. "Anyways, this scrap of clothing is not going to help us with your murder case....is there anything that may help us identify your murder?"
"I thought you'd never ask..."