Chapter 82 Eighty-two
She didn't stand up, but when she saw me heading towards the door, she rushed after me and grabbed my hand.
“I am scared to go back there, Detective Lizzy, he is going to kill me.”
Gosh! What a mess. I placed my hand on her tiny, pale shoulder and she flinched.
“Calm down, it was I who touched you.”
When I drew her into an embrace, I felt her lungs relax in their cave. She needed that, someone who would hug and tell her everything was alright. But it seemed she got none, no one was willing to help a maniac.
We stayed that way for a little longer until I was sure her mind was calmed. Then I gently pulled away from her, holding her tiny shoulders.
“Asher, I am right here beside you. When we go to your house, you can stay outside with the officers while I go in to check things out, okay?”
She bobbed her head, but still looked so terrified.
Her house was downtown, standing among other houses below the mountainside.
But wait a second, why is it always downtown? Now that I think of it, the majority of all the cases I've solved were all from downtown.
Maybe I should focus more on this place, it harbors a lot of evil energy.
Asher and two other officers stayed outside the house while I went inside, steadying the gun for any danger ahead.
To be honest, that house was the creepiest thing ever. There was a lot of stuff scattered around, clothes resting on the sofas, the TV turned on, cans of soda littered on the floor, and the walls painted red.
Honestly, after seeing that house, I don't blame those who think she has gone insane. How can a normal person live in a place such as this? Shit! Asher needs help.
I pushed back the inner room’s door, and it gave out a squeaky loud sound, sending shivers down my spine. But I wouldn't give up, not when I have gone too far.
As I stood in the middle of the room trying to figure out which of the two doors on the left and right walls was the closet, a shrill voice pierced into my ear, making me drop the gun.
I jumped in fright, placing my hand on my chest to still the heartbeat, but it didn't work. Instead, the heartbeat increased, causing my sternum to ache a little.
In a swift move, I lowered my hand to the floor, picked up the gun, and inhaled deeply.
“Show yourself!”
I commanded, holding the trigger, ready to shoot.
“Get away, visitor!”
The voice echoed again, followed by an evil laugh. But this time, I didn't drop the gun, I held it tightly, forcing myself to be brave.
Inside my mind, I kept assuring myself that everything would be alright and that there was nothing to be scared of.
My legs became heavy, but I dragged them towards the doors on the wall where I heard the voice. Immediately I opened it, my eyes fell on a tall man, his face painted in white, with red marks running down his eyes.
I screamed, and in the process, released the trigger and ran out of the room, staggering, and bumping on the stuff scattered around.
“Detective Lizzy?”
The officers ran towards me, held me, and made me sit on the pouch.
But I sprang up and ran to the car instead. Gosh! That was the eeriest thing I've ever seen in my life.
Ghosts do exist! Oh my goodness! I've just seen a ghost.
The sweat gushed out of my skin like a waterfall, within a minute, I was soaked in my own sweat.
“How do you sleep here, Asher?”
I asked, eyes bulging out, panting for breath.
Asher blinked her eyes, but she didn't say a word. She only sat beside me and buried her face in her hands.
That night, I couldn't sleep. Anytime I closed my eyes, the image of that ghost appeared, laughing at me, and scaring me to the bones.
I've gotten myself into what I will never get out of for the rest of my life. How on earth would I solve this case now?
In the morning while I was getting ready to leave for work, I couldn't help but think of ways to turn down Asher. Seriously, that thing isn't my thing, and it's better I back out now before it affects my brain. If it does, everyone would refer to me as an insane person.
And I don't want that to happen, I want to be looked at the way I am now.
“Lizzy?”
Holy shit!
I jumped out of the bed, grabbed the gun from the bed, and pointed it towards the door.
“What's wrong with you?”
Oh my goodness, it's only Noah. I threw the gun on the bed, sat down, and sighed deeply.
“You've been acting so weird since you returned from work yesterday. What case are you involved in now?”
I don't know if he was concerned, worried, or curious as his voice was so blank as if he didn't care about the case.
“Noah, have you ever seen a ghost before?”
He scoffed, lifting a brow in confusion.
“Are you investigating a graveyard?”
He sat on a stool facing the bed.
Maybe that would have been better than seeing a ghost in a creepy place.
"Be careful, Lizzy, don't get yourself into what will disturb your life. Just take a look at your eyes, you have a black bag under them, and you didn't sleep last night. Ahhhh.”
He shook his head, sighing deeply.
“Tell me how to catch a ghost.”
Noah cracked up, falling off the stool he was sitting on. But to me, that wasn't funny. I am just trying to figure out how to handle the case.
Seeing that he was making fun of me, I picked up my gun and left the room for him. He can laugh from now till the next day, I don't care.
“Detective Lizzy, we can't find Asher. She has disappeared!”
Ahh Lizzy, you are in trouble! The ghost must have taken her. Now I am next!!!!