The Last Friday

Friday finally arrived and Lissa was stoked about her ghost-hunting for the evening. This would surely be the best way to end her vacation. She had found out that the boy's name was Christopher and he was cut to pieces by his own mother and she committed suicide shortly after. Apparently the city had torn down the house after they found the bodies and only a set of three concrete steps remained to marker the spot in a dirt mound under the underpass.

This is where they would go to sit and watch. Maybe they could figure out what happened to the others that were murdered in the area. They too were mutilations, but surely those happened by the hand of a copy-cat murderer and not a ghost.

It was 7:59 p.m. and Ty pulled up. Lissa jumped in the vehicle and they headed to the local burger joint that Lissa used to hang out at in high school. After they ate they headed to the spot where the steps were located.

The stairs were easy to find and once they were there they sat, in silence. Finally Ty spoke up.

"I'm not getting a good feeling being here, something doesn't seem right," he said.

"Why what's the matter?" Asked Lissa. She was concerned because she started to feel funny too. Maybe it was their dinner.

"I don't know, but maybe we should go...."

Just then the car shook and jammed them towards the front dash as if something had hit them, another car maybe. They looked at each other shocked because they hadn't even noticed anyone approaching them. Ty got out of the car to check out what had happened.

"Stay here Lissa, I'll figure this out, call the police," Ty said.

Lissa was clearly shaken and tried to dial 9-1-1, but her hands shook. As she tried to dial she noticed bruises on her arms and then a blast of pain started in her finger tips and moved quickly up her arms. She dropped the phone.

As she looked up to yell for Ty something banged on the windshield.

Splat!

She looked closer and noticed Ty's arm was thrown from somewhere above the car and it hit the window. Blood splattered. Lissa opened her mouth to scream and nothing came out. Her arms felt like they were on fire. Somehow she managed to open the door and fall out of the car.

As she laid on the concrete looking under the vehicle she saw Ty, or half of him at least. His arms were missing and his torso laid there limp and bloody. Lissa heaved, and tried to get up to run. The pain was shooting throughout her body, but when she rolled over she saw him.

Christopher was there. He looked like a normal little boy, but she knew it was him. He was almost translucent. He had a look in his eyes that could not be mistaken: hurt and sadness. The look was very real, his eyes almost human.

"Christopher? Is that you?" Lissa sobbed, paralyzed by the pain.

"Please don't do this, I know you're hurt, but you don't have to do this," Lissa cried.

Just then Christopher walked over to her and grabbed her arms just as his mother had the night she murdered him. As he touched Lissa all of his emotion and all of his horrible memories flooded her mind. He dumped his sadness, anger, and hatred into her body. She screeched and writhed under his grasp. Her heart breaking, her mind shattering. She could not comprehend or grasp the feelings and memories she was living in at that very moment.

It was Christopher's life in moments transferred to Lissa. She saw from the time he was born to the day he was murdered. She saw his mother and how she would abuse him for no reason, she saw their dirty home with no food and she saw Christopher as he was in his childhood. She saw the desperation in his face, his longing for love. She felt his heartbreak. She felt his anger as he has carried it after his death.

Just then she felt an awful sensation an unexplainable numbness, lack of oxygen and blacked out.

When she came to she was in a hospital and her parents were surrounding her. She knew them instantly. She immediately started screaming and crying, for fear for the pain for the memories embedded in her mind. Her body had been cut and her body beaten to unrecognition.

Weeks after the incident, the media finally settled down. She told them her story. They thrived off of her words and story after story was written. Lissa had recounted everything that happened that night to her therapist. She was sad beyond measure. She knew that she needed to go back to the underpass. She wanted resolution.

Later that day she headed to the concrete steps, where Ty had been killed and she had almost been torn apart. When she arrived it was like Christopher was expecting her as he stood by the steps. He looked down and there was a shiny black gun. Lissa felt comfort in this weapon, almost a love for it. She grabbed it and held it in her hand with ease.

Her life as she knew it would never be the same. She didn’t care about any of the good memories. She only felt what Christopher had felt, her only memories were his. She saw no light at the end of her tunnel, he was coursing through her veins, he was haunting her dreams, and he was controlling her mind and body.

Christopher watched as she held the gun to her lips, smiled and pulled the trigger. Her brains splattering on the steps and her body fell limp. Just like Christopher's mother.