STCD Fresh Prints #23
By Michael J Pennington
There was only one thing to do. Talk to the man himself. Preston was the one who was murdered, and I was the man who could talk to him. Victora took us to her house, the screen of the crime. It didn’t have to be the scene just somewhere the ghost was familiar with. Sarah was miles away from here crime scene at her dad’s house when I first encountered her.
“It’s strange.” Said Victoria “This is the first time I’ve been in this room since…”
“It’s okay if you don’t want to be here.” Said Gwen.
“No I want to be here I want to know what he say’s. I need this.” Said Victora.
I took out my travel buddy filled with Ghost 19 wax, a vape pen was easier to use than a traditional pipe or bowl as it’s called. I took a few hit’s and felt the high kick in. The next part was the hard part I braced myself for what was about to happen…