The morning after the confrontation with Asmodeus was strangely quiet.
Not the eerie, unnatural silence that had blanketed the house for weeks—but real silence. Peaceful silence.
The air felt lighter, as if the house itself had exhaled for the first time in decades. The weight that had been pressing on their chests, the constant feeling of being watched—it was gone.
Nancy woke up before the others, sitting at the edge of her bed, staring at the first rays of daylight cutting through the window. For the first time since moving in, she didn't feel anxious.
She felt free.
Ace's voice broke the quiet as he knocked on her door. "Morning, Nance. How does it feel knowing we're moving out and not being chased down the stairs by a demon?"
Nancy smirked, standing up. "Pretty good, actually."
Ace grinned. "Glad to hear it. Because the others already started packing, and I think Bess is about five seconds away from burning the place down for closure."
Nancy laughed, shaking her head. "Let's go before she actually does."
They packed everything quickly.
It was amazing how little attachment they had to this place—most of their belongings had never felt like they belonged here. They had always felt temporary, waiting for the moment when they could finally leave.
Bess tossed a box into the moving truck and clapped her hands together. "I swear, if I ever see another Ouija board in my life, I'm personally throwing it into the sun."
Nick snorted. "Fair."
George stretched, glancing back at the house. "I still can't believe we actually won."
Ace smirked. "What, you doubted us?"
George scoffed. "Ace, we spent three weeks getting terrorized. You think I expected a happy ending?"
Nancy shut the back of the truck and turned to them. "Well, we got one."
Nick exhaled. "Yeah. And now we never have to look at this house again."
Nancy followed his gaze, looking at the house one last time.
It stood still, empty now, as if it was finally at rest.
She didn't feel fear looking at it anymore.
She felt nothing.
It wasn't her problem anymore.
Ace clapped his hands. "Alright, enough staring at the cursed house of horrors. Let's go home."
Nancy smiled. Home.
This place had never been one.
But the next one?
It could be.
They drove away, leaving behind the nightmare that had consumed them for weeks.
And when they arrived at their new home—a loft-style townhouse in downtown Columbus—Nancy felt something she hadn't felt in a long time.
Relief.
No tension in the air. No shadows lurking in corners. No glowing red eyes watching from closets.
Just a normal house.
Bess threw herself onto the couch. "Finally. A home without demons! What a concept."
Nick set down a box and grinned. "It's almost too good to be true."
George plopped down next to Bess. "If any of you even mention ghosts, I'm moving to a different state."
Ace leaned against the counter, looking around. "Feels… weird. Not having to look over our shoulders."
Nancy exhaled. "Yeah. But it's a good kind of weird."
Ace smirked. "So what's next, Detective?"
Nancy paused, thinking about it.
For the first time in weeks, she had no case to solve.
No ghost to track.
No demon to fight.
She looked around at her friends—her family—and finally said,
"We live."
And for the first time in a long time—
That was enough.
