Kat's POV

= Plan =

It was quick. One moment, I felt a pain on my back. The next moment, it felt like someone pulled me by my neck and dragged me out of myself. I didn't want to leave my body. I tried to fight the force, but the more I fought, the more powerless I felt.

Was that what death felt like?

I saw Moira caught my body and sat down on the floor. I actually saw it because I was no longer in my body. She held me and cried. Was she blaming herself?

I tapped on her shoulder and smiled. She turned around with sorry in her eyes. I saw her tears and felt really sad. I sat down behind her and wrapped my arms around her shoulders. I whispered, "At last, we are together." I kissed her beautiful hair, "Don't blame yourself. It's not your fault. I chose to stay with you. Together forever?"

"Together forever," She whispered back.

I gave her a long hug and we stayed there for minutes, until Hayden interrupted us, "Hey, you want to take your rotting body to the basement? I know a guy who can cut you up."

Who would say such a thing? Shit. I have more important thing to do.

I had a plan.

I was not ready to die yet because I had so much more to do. I let go of Moira and stood up. "Hey, you killed me, so you owe me my life now, right?"

"I hate to hear and say this, but I do owe you," She reluctantly agreed.

"Stay here. I have something for you to do for me," I commanded and Hayden just stood there.

"Moira, do you know the phone number of the lady next door?" I asked.

She typed it on my phone. "Why do you want the number?" She asked.

"I have to make some arrangement," I replied. Moments later, someone picked up.

"Hi," The next door lady said.

"I am your neighbor and I need you to do something for me," I said.

"Why do you suppose I will do anything for you? You didn't even say please. You are such a rude young lady," She said, "What are you? Another 'innocent' soul that died in the house?"

"I don't have to be nice to a murderer. You will do it for me because if you don't, I will call the police and tell them Moira was killed by you in 1983 and she is now buried under the gazebo. Trust me, they don't need much evidence," I played the dare card.

She didn't say anything, so I continued, "See, I get your attention. Now, listen clearly to me. In exactly forty-five minutes, seven o-five, call the police. Tell them you see or hear a big fight at my house and tell them to come to my house A.S.A.P.. It's just that simple. If the police come, then your secret will be safe with me. Otherwise, be ready to spend the rest of your life in jail."

"I did nothing wrong. I do not fear to get arrested," It was her turn to dare me.

"Really, you want to be separated with your little baby, I know you take him everywhere," I said, "Trust me, I have nothing to lose because you were right, I was just another innocent soul that died in the house." I hung up. I knew it would work.

"Hayden, can you do crazy ghost stuff like possessing a human or mind controlling?" I asked.

"Maybe, or maybe not," Was she trying to play me?

"Can you at least grab someone's hand to stab me many times?" I asked.

"It will be my pleasure," She laughed.

"What are you trying to do?" Moira asked in confusion, "Why are you calling the police? You know she killed me. Why are you asking help from the person I hate the most?"

"I am going to frame someone for murder," I put on an evil smile, "My murder."

= To Be Continued =