7. The truth
“Wait, there’s someone I want you to meet. Fern?” I called out into the darkness, braking free from the hug, “Fern, where are you?” I started hobbling back towards the gate. “FERN” I hollered. A small, ghostly figure turned and waved at me, it was Fern, I knew it! But she was fading fast, I sobbed, what was happening? Then Fern was gone. I realised she was a ghost! Well, that explains a lot, I thought to myself. But then I realised that I she was gone. Forever. “Nooo” I whimpered in despair, “Noooooooo Fern, please. Please Fern, no.” But it was too late. “Thanks,” I whispered, turning back to the expectant and confused faces of my family and the police. “W-wh-what j-just happened?” came my sister’s voice. I raised my tear stained eyes, squared my shoulders and began limping indoors. At the door I was greeted by a wave of heat from the roaring wood fire. “I will explain everything” I declared.