"I guess we could ask Mr. Ruthlebone", I suggested, but Ryan just narrowed his eyes.

"Who the fuck is he?", he asked.

"The husband of Mrs. Ruthlebone", I answered, "after his wife died he barely comes out of his house anymore."

"Oh, well then let's go to him", he said.

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And that's what we did. We walked to the elder man and knocked on his door. His house was white, well I mean it was white a long time ago. Since his wife died this house looks kinda rotten and abandoned.

"Do you think he's still alive?", Ryan asked when no one answered the door.

"Yes, I know this from his wife", I answered.

"But she's dead."

"Yeah, but she is a ghost like me, we talked a lot before I met you.... I need to talk to her again, she may be worried", I said, pressing my lips together.

"We also need to talk to her", Ryan said, causing me to nod.

Emily knocked on the door louder than before and only now we heard footsteps from the inside coming closer and closer to the front door.

"I guess that's him", I said.

Then a small man opened the door. He had round glasses on and a squarish face. He barely had hair on his head, but he still smiled sadly.

He looked surprised by our visit, because his small eyes widened immediatly.

"Hello", he said, "What can I do for you?"

"Hello, Mr. Ruthlebone, but we need to talk to you about something, it may be important", Patrick said, trying to sound as formal as possible.

"Well then, come in", the elder mad  said, opening his door completely to let us in, "I'm sorry I didn't clean up, I didn't expect anyone to visit me."

"It's alright, we just wanna ask some questions", Emily said.

I took a look around the house and immediatly noticed all the photos. On everyone was his wife with him. The poor soul, his heart must have been broken to thousands of pieces when he heard what happened.

And he was right, the whole house was a mess, the only thing that weren't covered in dust were the photos. They seemed to be pretty clean as if he spends the whole day cleaning the dust away from the photos of his dead wife.

"Do you want something to drink or eat?", he asked us, walking into the kitchen.

"No, thank you", Patrick said.

"A glass of water, please", Emily said, causing the old man to nod.

"Please sit down", he said, smiling at us, pointing at the little chairs in the middle of the room. We all sat down, except me.

He came back with a glass of water, which he gave Emily.

"So, what did you want me to ask?", the man asked.

"Uhm", Ryan made, "we wanted to ask you if you know anything about the kid that went missing six years ago."

The elder man sighed and leaned back in his seat.

"I don't know if this could help", he began, "but I'll try to remember something."

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How was your Halloween? What did you do? Did you party or something like that?

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