Goodbye to You
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Chapter 8: Hunting for a killer
The police station of Amity stood proud in the west side of Amity, the sun gleaming off of its red brick layout. Here was a true structure of law and discipline in the city. Next door, however, was a different place. It was a low build building made of black walls and no windows. Only a single sliding door was the only access too the station's neighboring structure. This very strange place was the city morgue. Originally located across town, the morgue was relocated so the police could keep a better watch on it due to reported break-ins and property damage in the past. All the same, that didn't allow anyone to still feel comfortable next to this building. Inside of it rested the bodies of all kinds of murder victims. Wrapped up inside of their body bags and packed into objects that looked like oversized filing cabinets, they waited in the cold, miserable room to be clamed or await another fate.
People would cringe at the idea of having to work in this kind of environment. For the mortician, however, he couldn't care less. Hell, he was sitting in his desk eating a turkey sub. He didn't care about living among the dead; All he had to do here was just "babysat" some suckers who were unlucky enough to get their asses kicked hard. Well, that was how he saw it. Pay was good though, enough to pay his bills. At twenty-five, he seemed young, but with no one else taking the job, he was the one person the police force could look for to really take the job of doing forensics on the bodies. The only help he got was the guy at the front desk who called him whenever people came. 'He really should take up a job in here. It's always fun to see how these suckers meet their maker.
He was half finished his sub when the buzzer on his desk went off. "What is it?" he asked. "Those ghost people you called are here," the front desk organizer replied. "Good. Send them in," he replied. He had been waiting for them all day. Finally they came. He got up from his chair as the door to the "death room" opened. In stepped the two Fentons, each in their signature uniforms. He transferred his half-done sub to his left hand and extended his other hand out. "Welcome to my world," he remarked. "Nice," Maddie replied as she shook his hand," I'm Maddie Fenton. This is my husband, Jack-" She was interrupted as Jack took out a anti-ghost file and said," Okay, where's the ghost? I'm ready to take him on." "I didn't call about ghost problems," the mortician stated. "Then what was this about? I was ready," Jack said with disappointment on his face. "You'll get your chance one day, honey," Maddie stated. "I called you because I got something here that's pretty unknown to me, and my guess, probably every last medical expert in the state," the mortician replied. "Then show us," Maddie said. "Follow me," the he replied with glee as the two followed him.
They walked down what seemed like endless rows of cabinets. Behind these cabinets was the reek of death and decay. "I don't get how someone could work here," Jack stated. "We both handle the dead," the mortician stated," what's the difference? Here we are." He stopped in front of a cabinet labeled #010-E. "This one came in last night. The father is coming to pick this up soon, but I had to show you some interesting features of it," the mortician stated as he pulled out the cabinet and revealed a body bag that was all ready bunging up due to something inside of it. The two hunters cringed at hearing him mention father, for they got a pretty good idea that whatever was inside it was a kid. "Name is Valerie. Freshmen over at Casper high. Found in the park, thanks to an unknown caller. Has very interesting wound in the side of the head, which brings us to our discussion," the mortician said as he zipped the bag open slightly. The Fentons looked to see the head of teenage girl resting in the bag. The skin was deprived of any color and the mouth was hanging open. One eye was shut, were as the other was completely slit open. To better rephrase, a huge slice was right down the center of the left side of the face. It ran from where the hairline began to the end of the nose. "If you observe," the mortician began as he pointed right at the scar, "this is way to perfect to be any kind of wound." "What do you mean?" Maddie asked. "Well, I did know this was caused by a sort of sharp object. But, it appears as though it was thrown at an incredibly intense accuracy that is completely unheard of. I have seen knife throw stabs, but nothing like this. And also…" he put his sub in the front pocket of his lab coat and grabbed the head by the sides. He then lifted it up and turned it towards the Fentons. They were discussed at first, but then they saw something. They could see right through the knife cut. "…It looks like the weapon went completely through the head. I mean, this is just…" "Of the paranormal," Maddie finished. "Exactly," he said as he zipped back up the body and put it away. He then wiped out his sub and took a bite out of it. "I can't believe you eat after touching something like that," Jack stated as he looked on. 'You get used to it," the mortician stated. He quickly finished his lunch and then said," Now, I have too get you to the back room. This was only stop number one on our little escapade."
He then led them into a room at the back of the hall. It had cabinets lining the walls. The only other item in the room was a table. The Fentons then couldn't believe what lay on the table. There was a rouge jumpsuit, folded up and a mask with a slice going the same length as Valerie's had. There was also an Ecto grenade launcher, assault rifle, and pistol. They were grey and the cartridges were lined on the table. "Here we have some weapons recovered from the crime scene," the mortician said. "These are all ghost hunting weapons," Jack said. "Yep, all of them found on the body of my daughter," a voice from behind them said. They turned to see Valerie's father standing in the door, wearing a security guard suit. "You early," the mortician stated. "Had to work late, but it doesn't seem like a purpose anymore after finding out the only thing worth everything to you was murdered and found with their tech on them," he said as he looked coldly at the Fentons. "What a minute," Maddie said as she picked up a cartridge. She then took one out from her belt and looked at the two. "These are different," she stated," the one recovered has a different power cell and a certain pattern in the device. Look here," she handed the two to the father, who looked at them and did notice their distinct differences. "How should I be able to trust you?" he asked. "Our weapons are our property and we don't give them out like salesman," Jack stated. The father just looked at the two, but he then but the cartridges down, "If you can prove it, then I guess I wouldn't; sue you. It's just, realizing that your daughter died by something she tried to fight…. I mean, this was unknown to me. It just hits you in the face at once, just the shock of losing something you hold dear." He leaned against the far wall and stared at the ceiling. "Did you every get the idea that she had all this?" Maddie asked. "No, I mean she did get some packages, but there were barley any names or return addresses on them. I checked her room for anything that could help, but nothing, I found some burned paper in our tub, but no avail. Its like she never wanted me to find out. Pains me now," he stated.
Jack looked at the man and said, "I'll be more then happy to take this ghost out." I have next to nothing to pay you with," he replied. "I'll do it for free," Jack stated, to everyone's surprise," I need the action." "Thanks," Valerie's father stated. "Don't mention it," he said. "Jack, how do we find out which ghost did it?" Maddie asked. "That I am still working on," he inquired. "Wait, I have something to give you," the mortician stated as he walked over to a cabinet. He opened the cabinet and produced a jar a quarter full of a green liquid. "I scrapped this crap off of the inside of the skull, I hope it helps." "This is Ectoplasmic residue. It's like a ghost's endtrail," Maddie explained as she took hold of the jar," this will be a great help. Thanks." "Can we hurry? I have to prepare my daughter for her burial," the father stated. "We better get going to. Sorry about your daughter and I hope we meet again," Jack said as he and Maddie walked off. "Hey," the mortician called off," if you see anyone from here as a ghost, tell them I said hi."
As the two made their way towards the exit out of the morgue, Maddie said," Why did you ask for no pay?" "I told you, I just want some action," Jack replied. "There's something else, isn't there?" she asked. He stopped and looked at her. He then said, "Its just I couldn't see that man having to be so lonely without his child." "I never knew you could feel that way before," Maddie stated. "I got thinking when he started to talk. What if that happened to one of ours? I couldn't imagine losing Danny or Jazz," he said. "I know what you mean," Maddie said. "But listen. We can fight back. We can find this ghost and taker him down. Haven't we always said we will protect mindkind from the ghost scrooge?" Jack asked. "You could say that," Maddie said. "And we are the best there is," he remarked. Maddie smiled and said, "You're right. We can take this ghost down." "That's what I like to hear. All we need to do is find this ghost and blast him into oblivion," Jack said. The two then walked out of the room with what the jar that contain the clue that would lead soon enough lead them to a shocking true.
Back at the house, Jazz was sitting on the coach, watching TV. Really, she was just flipping through the channels, not paying attention to it. Her attention was more focus on Danny. Whatever had happened to him last night most of done something to him. He had been in his room and it was now three o'clock. She worried about him a lot. She knew he had been hiding something from the family. She knew it. She had seen him become a ghost during sprit week. But how? She asked herself that a lot. Of course, she new Danny would never acts like the ghosts she had seen before. Or could he? 'No,' she thought,' Danny is a good kid. He's not evil.' Yet answers still eluted her.
She then heard a door slam upstairs followed by the sound of footsteps. She then heard Danny said, "I'm going out. Don't know when I'll be back." She walked out of the living room to see Danny open the door. He was wearing another hoody and the hood was pulled over his head. "Shouldn't you wait for mom and dad?" Jazz asked. "I have something to do," he replied as he opened the door. He walked down the steps towards the street when Jazz called, "Danny, wait." He stopped, but never turned his head to face her. 'You can stop him from doing something stupid,' she thought to herself. She began to speak her mind, but nothing seemed to come out. "Well?" Danny asked sharply. "Just don't be home late," Jazz said. Danny, without answering, began to walk down the street. Jazz closed the door as soon as he turned the corner. She leaned against the door and said to herself, "Why do I feel like I'm going to regret this."
The parents have a ghost to hunt and Danny doesn't seem like he has recovered. Find out in Chapter 9 for what happens next.