The apparition didn’t reply. “It certainly looks like you, but it surely can’t be, you’re dead.” He said. His grandmother gawked at him, her mouth opened wide and a terrible screeching sound was belted from the gullet. The force was so great it knocked John to the floor. Slowly she came down the stairs. Her grandson was still on the floor; he fearfully watched her approach.
Inspectors’ Deneby and Gladstone were just leaving the interview room, when the coroner stopped them in the hall. “Do you have something for us?” Gladstone asked.
“The nun’s second autopsy came back, and I know you’re not going to like the results I have for you, Deneby.” The corner taunted the inspector. “The vicar didn’t do it, is that what you were going to tell me?” Deneby smirked. “And just how did you know that?” He asked. “Let’s just say I had a feeling he wasn’t guilty.” Deneby looked back at his partner. “I guess we both know what this means.” Deneby sighed. “Come on let’s go apologize.” Gladstone murmured.
Meanwhile, at the parish house, John was being chased through the leaving room by his grandmother. He hopped over the couch just to get away from her. “Stay away from me, you killed Sister Gertrude didn’t you?”
“That old bat killed herself, all I was trying to do was to shake up the ole birdie a bit, she had it coming! I hated that you loved her more than your own grandma!” She hissed. “But, I do love grandma Ada.” He said stepping back. “I thought a man of the cloth wasn’t supposed to lie? I had to get rid of the old bat somehow, and I did! After she saw the mess I made in your room, she clutched her chest and threw her glasses at me! It’s not my fault she took the wrong pills and stumbled down those stairs.” John backed further and further away. “You want to talk murder, John? Let’s talk about what you have done to me, John, I have popcorn stuck in my throat because of you. How do you think that makes me feel?” “I’m sure it makes you feel you feel terrible.” John replied petrified. “Why couldn’t you have born a girl, look at what I got instead, a grandson who’s a vicar, and a wimpy one at that?” She growled. John suddenly found himself trapped between the wall and his grandmother. “No!” John shouted. “John, are you talking back to me?” He was silent for a moment. “Yes, I am, I now realize why Sister Gertrude was more of a grandmother to me. Grandmothers are supposed to be loving and patient and not making slaves of their grandchildren! All of those times you asked me to fix things for you and begged me to give you money, I have never denied you anything! Why don’t you just admit it, you have the money to pay a professional, but no you just love seeing me suffer? Well not anymore, you’re not sweet or loving, but do you know what you really are, Grandma . . . you’re a bully, a viscous, mean, blue-haired old bully!” John argued. “You’ll regret ever speaking that way to me again!” She belted out another terrible shriek before coming at John. He shut his eyes tight, then dropped to the floor unconsciously.
A knock at the front door awakened the young vicar from a seemingly endless sleep. John rose up from the floor with the worst headache. Again there was a knock at the door, John stumbled into the living room. He noticed all of the furniture was put back into place, it was as if he imagined the entire episode.
John went right ahead and answered the door, Inspectors Deneby and Gladstone were waiting on the other side to greet him.
“Hello, officers, I hope there isn’t a problem.” John was worried that they might have returned to place the cuffs on him again. “No problem, Mr. St. Moritz, we were just dropping by to apologize.” Gladstone spoke. “Apologize for what?” John asked. “The coroner did perform some other tests on Sister Gertrude and found her death was indeed caused by an accidental ingestion of a drug and the bruises he found were in fact self inflicted after she fell down some stairs.” The detective explained. “Poor Sister Gertrude, I hope she didn’t suffer.” John said. Gladstone handed the vicar her broken reading glasses. “We thought you might want her personal effects. We apologize for your loss.” Gladstone did all of the speaking, too much of Deneby’s pride was still suffering, just when he thought he had the right man, but he was mistaken.
“Thank you.” John said. After the two detectives turned to leave, John closed the front door on it all.