"So… I'm going to try to kill you?" Patricia asked Eddie. They were seated in her room, Patricia on her laptop on her bed, and Eddie fighting with his phone, sitting on Patricia's desk chair.
"But it's not you. It's that evil spirit thing. She inhabited your body." Eddie said.
"Right." Patricia closed her laptop lid. "Why does all the bad stuff happen to me?"
"Yeah, I can't answer that one." Eddie shrugged.
"Well…" Patricia sighed. "I'm sorry in advance for any threats against you. I tried to fight the spirit last time, and believe me, for a ghost, she's pretty determined. Why's she after you anyway?"
"I don't know. It was really bizarre. She asked if I was related to Eric Sweet and then when I said I was, she threatened to kill me. I'm glad you don't carry around weapons. Although, you should."
"Oh, so it will be easier for you to get killed?" Patricia sassed.
"Good point." Eddie said. "No knives, ropes, no guns, and no other weapons that you can kill me with."
"So… I get a spoon."
"Basically." Eddie agreed.
"Oh, hello, Eddie." Patricia's mom appeared at the door way.
"Hi, Elizabeth." He greeted.
"Patricia, care to help me make that dinner for the banquet?"
"Banquet...?" Patricia racked her brain for which banquet her mom was talking about,
"The one that we talked about last week." Her mom added. "The animal abuse awareness one."
"Oh! Right!" Patricia nodded. "Yeah, but real quick. Mum, can you tell me about your side of the family?"
"What do you mean?" Ms. Nelson questioned.
"What's the story on your side of the family?" Patricia asked again.
"Well, I don't really know." Elizabeth shrugged. "You see, my mum died when I was two months old."
"How?" Eddie asked.
"Oh, well, she committed suicide, unfortunately. She was a very unhappy person, from what I've been told."
"What was her name?" Patricia asked.
"Amy or something. It began with an 'A'. Her last name began with an 'R'. Randal, maybe?"
"Russell?" Eddie suggested.
"Yes! That was it!" Elizabeth nodded. "Ashlee Russell!"
"What about your dad?" Eddie asked.
"I've only met him a few times. You see, I was adopted when I was three years old."
"You were?" Patricia asked.
"Yes, I was." Elizabeth nodded. "Why the sudden interest in family history?"
"No reason." Patricia shrugged. "I just read something online."
"Okay, then." Ms. Nelson rolled her eyes slightly. "I'll be waiting upstairs. Eddie, do you want to help cook?"
"I'm good. You do not want me to help, trust me." Eddie said.
"Well, I'm sure I will be seeing you again." Elizabeth gave one final wave and headed up the stairs.
'How did you know the last name?" Patricia asked Eddie as soon as her mom was out of earshot.
"The portrait has their name on it, remember?"
"Oh. Right." Patricia got up from her bed. She looked down for a minute. "I'm sorry."
"For…?"
"For this whole me-trying-to-kill-you thing." Patricia fake laughed to ease up on the tension.
"Don't worry about it." Eddie rubbed her shoulder. "We'll figure it out. Don't worry."
Patricia nodded silently and fake-smiled. But on the inside, she wasn't so sure.
Soo… A little more was uncovered. But still some unanswered questions. Like: Why is this spirit so determined to kill Eddie? Don't hesitate to guess! I'll let you know if you're on the right track! (: