"So.. " Marge whispers. "Let's check them out then. We will see if she resembles anyone or not."
"Wait, are you helping me? " I ask quiet amused and surprised.
"Of course, I need do my best to make sure you leave." she said it with a straight face and left.
"Wow, she does not like me" I whisper.
"Don't take it personally, she can be a bit unwelcoming at first. Once she gets close to someone she will take even a bullet for them." He smirks. "of course I mean it metaphorically, bullet can hardly effect us let alone harm us."
"Yeah, figured." I smile. "Which reminds me, why are you so insistent upon me staying here? I mean I'm already dead, what could possibly happen to me even if I stayed outside?."
"Oh, well there's something even worse. What if someone takes away your charm and destroys it? You will cease to exist. You're here for a reason right? You wouldn't wanna disappear like that."
"My charm?" I ask him curiously.
He takes out his locket from underneath his shirt which reminds me that the lady from the Junction Point did warn me not to lose it. Now I get why she must have said that. His gem...or charm was of a bit different color. It was emerald while mine was a lighter shade of green.
"This is supposed to have some kind of power that enables us to stay in the land of living. Honestly even I don't understand it fully. But we don't belong here anymore so we need it." he says while fiddling with the charm.
"I see." I say
Suddenly Marge comes storming inside the room.
"What did I tell you girl? Never leave my sight. Which means, wherever I go you follow me."
"Even to the bathroom?" Why did I blurt that out I might have a death wish or something.
She narrows her eyes and comes closer so that we are eye to eye. "We're dead. We don't go to the bathroom." She gives a sarcastic smile. "Now. Follow. Me." She turns around and leaves.
Without further ado I do as I'm told. I didn't want to cause more trouble than I already was.
Since none of the funerals on the list was going to be held for at least two days we decided not to leave the house. As much as Margaret (Sadly I am not allowed to call her Marge) would love to see my Apparition interact with humans, going our untrained could be potentially risky to me. At least that's what Margaret says. As much she says she can't tolerate me, she oddly cares what happens to me. Honestly even though I'm still a bit intimidated by her I think she is quiet nice.
We start with the first funeral that's in our list. Margaret insisted she come with us. I was genuinely surprised, but not as much as Ken though. According to him she hasn't this house for twenty years. Her actions towards me really confuses me. As we reach there, I try to get a better idea about the people here and try to figure out the person that was supposed to be dead. I had to look closely to figure out if that was me or not cause she did kind of resemble me. Fortunately or unfortunately that turned out to be not me.
"Well, one down six more to go. For now." Margaret sighed.
Yeah for the last two days few more people registered for funeral for the exact same date. Luckily it's a small town. There are only 5 churches in this area and only two graveyard literally situated farthest away from each other.
"Should be pay our respects? I mean we did come to a funeral. Will it be okay if we just left like that?" I said as I was about to leave.
"Oh My God! Please don't say such ridiculous things! We're all dead. And we know us. Let's pay some respect to ourselves and not cause more trouble to people more than we have to." Margaret says frustratingly. "See this is why I came. You're so naive. You get get yourself and both of us in trouble."
"Sorry, Ijust thought... Never mind we should get going to next one. We still have two more to cover."
"Hey!! I'm here too you know. I would have stopped her as well." Ken protests apparently offended by Margarets words.
"Sure kid, I have no reason to believe otherwise." Margaret says sarcastically.
"I was amateur back then, I can't believe you're bringing this up." he pouts.
"Whats going on here?" I ask as I couldn't control my curiosity.
"Actually-" Ken was about to tell me when.
"Forget that. Enough chit chat." Margaret dismissed both of us.
The second funeral we went to was of an old lady who died I think over 80 years old. I mean given how we all look different I would like to believe our spirit retain the physical form we had just before we died. So in conclusion I don't think that was me.
To finish of with today's lot, we headed off to the last funeral for the day. I was surprised to see so many people in police uniform.
"Wow everyone is so elegantly dressed. I wonder who died for real." I whisper.
"If this is you, not only I'll be throwing you out of my house.I'll probably end up destroying you as well". Margaret whispers in my ears.
Her words sent chills through my spine?.
"But why?" I ask her trying to prevent my voice from breaking.
"I hate cops." she simply says that without any further explanation.
Well that's helpful, it's not like she hates a lot of stuff, she's most certainly a delight. I roll my eyes at that thought.
As I move closer I get to see the lady they were holding funeral for. Apparently this was a tribute because she sacrificed her life for the force. I had to admit, I did kind of wish that it was me, cause she seemed pretty cool. As we were about to leave suddenly a man comes in front of us and stares at us. His fixed gaze was like as if he can see us or something.
"Well hello there, long time no see. Been decades huh!" He smirks, his gaze was fixed at Margaret.
"I should have known I'd run into you here. This is why I didn't want to come here."
WHAT?! We clearly didn't bring her here. We didn't want here either. Why is she lying.
"What brings you people in this funeral?" he asks us. "Oh where are my manners, allow me to introduce myself little girl, I'm Detective Carter Montez."
Wait, is this the guy they were talking about the other night? The one Margaret hates? And now she has run into him because of me?! She is sure going to kill... I mean destroy me.