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Of all the people I did not want to see right now, Mike was at the top of my list just below my mother and Hanna.

Unlike my feelings of lust for Noel Kahn, there had been only genuine affection for Mike. He was one of the only honest things in my life besides my mother and Hanna. I had been in love with Mike Montgomery before my death and when Aria told me that Mike felt the same for me as I him, I had been ecstatic.

As I watched him look through the windows of Alison's house, I had a sense of dread on what he was about to do. From what I overheard of Spencer's and Aria's conversation, I knew he was not taking my death well and given his mental state, it wasn't a surprise that he would want revenge on my behalf. I wondered where he learned that Alison was responsible for my death; probably overhearing a conversation with Aria and one of the other girls.

Making sure that no one was home, he walked over to one of the side windows and looked around to see if the coast was clear, before smashing the glass with his bat. The window was on a side of the house facing away from the neighbors so there was nothing to draw any attention. After clearing the glass from the window, he climbed inside the house.

I followed him by going through the wall and watched as he used the bat to smash any picture of Alison he could see. It didn't matter if it was a family photo or a single picture of her, anything with Alison's face was a target. I saw Mike's face as he swung that bat and the rage that I saw gave me a chill; which was funny since I wasn't supposed to feel anything.

Once he was done with the front room, he headed to the stairs with me closely behind him.

I knew where he was going. It didn't take a genius to see that he was heading to Alison's room. During my days as "A", I frequently broke into this house to leave Alison messages. When I forced her to flee, I continued coming here to steal her secrets up until the house was sold to Maya's family.

"Mike, please stop this," I pleaded though I knew he couldn't hear me.

I didn't want him in this. Once he entered what was going on, there was no going back. If Alison was "A" then her retaliation would be terrifying if she found out about what Mike had done. Worse, she might take her rage out on one the girls thinking they did it. My only hope was that "A" was watching the girls right now and not what was going on here in the house.

Mike stopped in front of Alison's bedroom door and tried to open it. Finding it locked, he gave the door a hard kick and kept kicking until the door splintered where the lock was. The force behind the kick must have been something because his foot nearly went through the wood itself. Finally the door gave way and he pushed it open, heading in with me closely behind.

One thing anyone who enters Alison's room can immediately tell, was how self-centered she really was. Not only were there photos of her everywhere, but even in group photos, she was always the main focus. Items of clothing littered her room, all fancy and expensive. Jewelry lay scattered across her vanity station, gifts, I had no doubt from her many admirers.

What I found both surprising and comforting was the lack of any photos of the girls in Alison's room. It seemed that even Alison recognized that her former friends were never coming back into her orbit and there wasn't a trace of their presence in her room. Some of the new photos showed Alison's new posse, girls who had been at the bottom of the social ladder when I had been still alive. I pitied them a lot.

There was a sniffle and I could see tears forming in his eyes as he swung the bat as hard as he could against anything that was in distance. Pictures were broke and mirrors were shattered. Things that could not be broken were knocked to the ground and I watched as Alison's jewelry joined the mess of glass and wood, scattered across the floor. Mike just kept swinging until nothing was left untouched. He then collapsed onto his knees, breathing hard and crying. My heart broke, and guilt flooded through me. Him being here was my fault.

A few minutes passed before he composed himself to get back up. I thought he was done but he had one thing left to do. Taking a can of spray paint out of the pocket of his shirt, he sprayed "Murderer" in red over Alison's bed so that it was the first thing she saw when she entered the room. It was a pretty bold claim on top of a brutal act of revenge.

And it was all because of me.

I watched him leave, slinking off into the darkness. I wondered if I should follow him but decided it wouldn't matter if I did. As a ghost, I was powerless to act and nothing would change that. A part of me desperately wanted to help and repair the damage that my death created.

There had to be a reason why I was still here.

As I headed back to Spencer's house, I watched as Aria walked out the door and to her car. Even though it was useless, I glared at her for leaving Mike alone and not keeping an eye on him so that he wouldn't make stupid mistakes like he had tonight. If I had the power, I'd warn her right away and made sure she'd stick to him like glue.

Melissa was still on the couch and fast asleep when I came through the wall since doors were meaningless to me. Looking at her, I noticed that she once again had cut her hair, a ring on her finger led me to concluded that she and Wren had finally tied the knot. I wasn't sure which of them to feel most sorry for.

I headed upstairs and into Spencer's room where I found her sitting on her chair, reading a book. The window was closed and locked, a wise precaution, and the curtains were drawn so that no one could see into the room. The book looked like it was from school and I concluded that she was doing homework.

"I am dead and you are doing homework, terrific," I said out loud. I was angry, not only because of what was happening with Mike but that after three months, the girls had done nothing to solve my murder.

When Alison's supposed murder had been the mystery, these girls had spent a great amount of time trying to solve it. From what I now knew, they hadn't even found my body yet, much less proved who had killed me. I had to agree that Alison herself didn't commit the deed since she would never have gotten her hands dirty, but the girls should have at least zeroed in on possible suspects for her partner.

I was getting angry.

My hands curled into fists and as my anger rose, the lights began to flicker all over the room. Spencer glanced up at the ceiling, and got up from the chair to check the bulbs one by one. As I watched her, I remembered reading that ghosts had the ability to affect the atmosphere around them by disrupting electronics. I wondered if I could use that to my advantage.
There was a knock at the door and Spencer called out "Who is it?"

"It's me. Mom called to say that she and dad are going to stay at the club for a while so they'll be home late. I'm heading to bed, do you need anything before I go?" Melissa asked through the door. I poked by head through the wall and she looked like she was sincere.

Contrary to what Spencer believed, Melissa really did care about her sister. I had seen that during my observations and there were times I could have used that to my advantage but my relationship with Melissa always stopped me. We weren't friends but uneasy allies united against one common enemy. Alison.

"No thanks. I am just going to go to bed." Spencer called out without opening the door.

"Okay. Goodnight!" Melissa turned to head downstairs to the barn. Before she had gone too far, Spencer opened her door and poked out her head out.

"Hey Melissa? Thanks for backing me up in the car." Spencer said and to me, she seemed genuinely grateful to Melissa.

"Mona deserves justice and I am glad you see that." was all Melissa said as she just kept walking. I could see that Spencer wasn't sure how to respond, but I was touched.

Melissa had always known about me being "A" right from the beginning. She only confronted me about it once, when Ian died because she thought I had done it. She was angry and threatened to reveal everything, until I proved to her that it wasn't me. It was a miracle that Melissa even believed me and I was glad that I didn't have to resort to blackmail to keep her quiet.

I wondered if she knew why I was doing it and let me continue without intervening. I was telling the girls the truth when I said it was all about anger, but that was only half the reason why I was torturing them. The other was that I wanted them to see who Alison really was, and all of the things she did when she was their leader. By making them stronger, I knew that Alison would no longer be able to wield the power she had over them, she wouldn't be able to pull their strings like a great puppet master.

And I succeeded but at the cost of my life.

Spencer undressed and got into bed, she shut off the lamp next to her bed and the room was enveloped in darkness. I sat on the chair and got comfortable, I could hear her breathing in the dark while she tried to fall asleep. An hour must have gone by before I could hear soft snores telling me that she was finally asleep.

There was a sense of nostalgia as I just sat in the darkness. There were many times that I hid in Spencer's closet until she was asleep before sneaking out. It had been exhilarating at the time, to be so close to her and not be detected; to watch and record her most private moments without her knowing.

It was satisfying that I, Loser Mona, could wield so much power over those who had hurt me.

But those days were now gone and I was dead now, my future uncertain. It was bad enough to know that there was an afterlife, and that I had wasted my life when I was alive; but it was worse knowing that I was stuck here for a reason I still did not know. Whoever I saw in the Church could have at least left a guide book on being dead.

"This sucks!" I yelled and in my rage, I kicked the book Spencer had left on the floor when she had finished reading. When it moved, I gasped.

Before I had a chance to explore or think of an explanation as to what just happened, the doorbell rang and I started as Spencer jumped up and grabbed a robe to cover the short-sleeved shirt and boxers she wore to bed. I was standing in front of the door and couldn't move in time so she went right through me.

"What the hell?!" Spencer asked as she shivered as if she was cold. I had heard on television that ghosts emitted cold spots, and by the look of Spencer's reaction, it was true.

Another thing for me to explore.

Shaking her head, Spencer rushed downstairs and I followed closely behind. She got to the door before Melissa and made sure she was completely covered before opening it. We were both surprised to see the police standing there, more specifically Tanner and another officer.

"Hello Spencer; how are you tonight?" Tanner asked with that smile she always wore.

"Sleepy; what do you want?" I was surprised by Spencer's rudeness but understandable given that she had been arrested by a murder she didn't commit. Tanner didn't seem offended in the slightest if anything, smile widened even more.

"There was a break in next door at the DiLaurentis place and I was wondering if you or your family saw anything?" Tanner inquired as if Spencer actually knew anything. I sighed and cursed Mike for his rashness.

"What's going on Spence?" Melissa asked as she came from behind us. I was once again caught off guard and she passed through me, shivering like Spencer had done before. I could definitely use this to my advantage.
"Someone broke into Alison's house and Tanner thinks we were involved." Spencer answered sarcastically.

"I didn't say that. I am just here to see if anyone saw anything. Apparently someone went to great lengths to vandalize Alison's room and left quite a mess. Did either of you hear anything?" The way she asked seemed to me that this was more than a simple inquiry.

Before Spencer or Melissa could answer, I watched a very angry Veronica Hastings show up with Peter right behind her. She looked ticked off, and I fought the urge to step back as she made her presence known to the four people at the doorway. Peter looked just as angry, and I could see him pulling out his phone for some reason.

"What is going on here?" demanded Mrs. Hastings, sounding angrier as she looked. I knew this tone well since I have seen it on my own mother when she got protective of me.

"Alison's house got broken into and the police think we had something to do with it." Melissa answered before Spencer and Tanner could speak.

"Again, I am not accusing anyone here of anything. I am simply asking your daughters if they saw anything." Tanner said, dropping the smile and sounded annoyed.

"Since when do homicide detectives answer robbery calls?" Spencer asked, rather b*** about it in my opinion. I had to smile though since this was when I found her the most amusing.

"Watch your tone Spence. But she is right, why are you here for this?" inquired a very irate Peter in full father and lawyer mode.

"Given recent events, my partner and I feel that everything that happens around here might be connected." the police officer responded rather testy. I had to nod in agreement since she was technically right.

"Well my daughters are not involved with anything that went on tonight at that house. So take your questions somewhere else. Goodnight!" said Mr. Hastings as he and his wife pushed their way through and into the house. He then slammed the door in the police's faces which surprised all of us.

"I am filing a complaint in the morning. I am getting tired of this." Peter said as he hung up his coat. Both daughters didn't seem how to respond and even Veronica looked concerned on how her husband was acting. I however wasn't surprised since I had heard about his temper before from my own sources.

"Calm down. You'll have another heart attack, and none of us want to go through that scare again. Let's just head to bed and deal with everything in the morning." Veronica said and everyone nodded and made their way to bed. It was another few minutes before silence was once again in the house.

I had a pretty good idea why Spencer's parents got back together now since they had been separated when I was last alive. I was once again curious to what else has happened since I reappeared in this ghost form. While I couldn't directly ask, overhearing conversations was now easier.

I retook my seat, in the darkness of Spencer's room and listened to her sleep, I thought about what to do tomorrow. I realized that I had no clue what day it was and I wondered if there was school tomorrow. I was planning to follow Spencer around, but there was hesitation on going with her to school. I wasn't yet ready to see and hear reactions to my death even if it was months later.

At least until I knew what I was going to do.

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