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Author's Note: Hello all! How are you? Hope you're doing well and have had a great week! TGIF right? Today I have for you a new and the last chapter of 'Things That Go Bump' I'm very sorry that it's a bit late in both the day it's being posted and at the time. I'm nearing the end of the semester of school and so it means its the time of year where they start throwing things at you that you have to try to balance out with fanfiction, my way of doing that is not getting too much sleep and I'm realizing it's not the best method. BUT enough about me! I just wanted to say thank you so much for all of your amazing support! It truly means so much! Your wonderful encouragement has really kept me excited about this story and made me want to work on it. This chapter is a bit longer than usual but it's the last chapter and those are either really short or really long. Once again a very BIG THANK YOU to Marla's Lost for giving me the idea for this story, allowing me to write the story, giving ideas, and giving wonderful words of support! Thank you Marla! Thanks for reading! Please review if you can, I'd love to hear you thoughts! Hope you like it! And as always, please, Enjoy!

"Oh Red, that was such a wonderful dinner." Kitty said wearing a bright smile as she walked past the swinging door that her husband held open for her and made her way to the living room couch, "And then going to get ice cream after…I don't think we've gone out for ice cream this late at night with just us two since…I was pregnant with Laurie, I think."

A smirk crawled on to Red's lips as he thought back to the memory while taking a seat beside Kitty on the sofa, "I think that time had been even later, during one of your midnight cravings. I'll never forget the look on the guy's face when he saw you pull out that jar of peanut butter from your purse and spread it over your strawberry ice cream."

Hearing the sound of Red's chuckling made Kitty's own smile grow as she wrapped her arms around his right one and closed her eyes, resting her head on his shoulder and snuggling herself closer to his side. As Red's laughter quieted he look down at saw his wife's state and couldn't help but keep his smile in place. The couple was so consumed in each other they didn't notice the shattered family photo on the ground or the empty space it had left behind on the wall in front of them.

Red continued to watch Kitty, she really did seem much more relaxed and happier than she did when they had left the house. He was glad and while he was worried that brining up the subject would cause Kitty to tense up and become scared all over again, he needed to talk to her about it not just for him but for her sake too.

"So you had a good time?" he asked, easing into the topic.

Keeping her eyes closed and her smile painted on her lips, Kitty nodded against Red's shoulder, "Mmm hmm."

"And now that we're back home," Red started to say and then took a few moments to figure out the best way to phrase this, "you're feeling…?"

Though her head remained on his shoulder, Kitty did open her eyes and look up at Red as she replied, "Fine."

It was a good answer and one that brought some relief to Red but it still wasn't enough to assure him that things with his wife were really okay. He soon decided to try to help her out a bit.

"No more scared or eerie ghostly feelings?"

Now Kitty realized what he was up to. She moved her head off of him and while her smile seemed to shrink a tad, for the most part it stayed intact as if to help assure Red of her next words, "No more scared or eerie ghostly feelings, Red." She repeated to him, "I'm feeling much better."

"Good." he said before giving the top of her head a quick peck, making the missing inches of her grin reappear, "I guess this means…"

"You were right." Kitty filled in the blank.

The expression she wore on her face as she said her words showed that she was trying to look annoyed at having to admit this but the truth was she was a bit relieved that her husband's suspicion had been correct; after all, it meant there wasn't really the ghost of her evil mother-in-law in their house and most importantly she wasn't going crazy either!

Red smirked, who didn't enjoy the satisfaction of hearing that they were right? Of course what was even better than hearing that one was right was hearing that the other person had been wrong.

"And?" he asked, taking a shot at seeing if he would get to hear the second set of words.

Kitty knew what he was after but she wasn't giving in, so with a smile she continued on "And there isn't a ghost in our home."

"And?"

She cut her eyes at him, unwrapping her arms from around his to fold them over her chest, "And you can fill in everything in between on your own."

"Alright, alright." Red agreed with a faint smirk as he moved his newly released arm to rest behind Kitty, "I'm just glad we're done with all that ghost crap. I still can't believe you actually thought my mother was haunting the house."

With an offend look on her face, Kitty turned to her husband, "Well maybe I didn't actually believe that at all. For all you know Red Forman, this could have all been part of my plan to get you to take me out to dinner."

Red wore a smile on his face at first, thinking that Kitty was joking but as she looked back at him with her eyebrows raised in a questioning kind of fashion his smile dropped and turned into a scowl. Maybe she wasn't joking. It had been awhile since they went out together to a nice dinner but Kitty wouldn't really resort to saying she was being haunted by his deceased mother? Would she?

Seeing the concentrated expression on Red's face broke Kitty's poker face and she let out a giggle.

"Oh Red, I'm only kidding." She told him grabbing his attention instantly, "Besides all those things that happened, you can't just make that kind of stuff up. I was really scared."

"You were?" Red asked with a frown.

He knew she had been startled and even a bit distressed—and stressed—about the whole thing but he never thought she was truly scared. Now he felt guilty for not doing a better job of making her feel better.

She moved her head up and down, "Of course I tried to be logical about it like you were but my mind was too shaken up to believe anything else but the idea of your mother haunting me. I guess it is kind of funny now that I think about it." she continued on, giggling softly, "All it really was, was me needing a night to take things off my mind. And what a night it was!" she gave an even louder and more joyful giggle.

Her happiness made Red's smirk reappear with much more mischief than before.

"The night's not over yet." he said huskily.

The pair caught the other's eyes, sharing a knowing look and without saying another word dashed up the living room stairway.

Kitty hurried through the upstairs hallway with her husband not far behind her; his playful laughter mixing with her own giggles. Just as soon as they reached their bedroom door, Red's hands came to rest upon Kitty's hips. She quickly pushed the door open, wanting to get her husband in there as soon as possible. However, the moment that the married couple stepped into their room they saw a sight that brought them to a screeching halt.

Their three children were lying on their bed. Laurie on Red's side, Eric's on Kitty's, while Hyde was seated at the foot of the bed.

Red and Kitty continued to stand there watching the scene in front of them. Kitty appeared to be more confused by what she saw while Red was just plain upset, but neither of their reactions were noticed by any of the kids as they were in the middle of a conversation and hadn't even heard their parents enter the room.

"Damn it, Kitty. I told you it was just a matter of time before they took over our bedroom too." Red grumbled to his wife.

The groan immediately caught the attentions of the three young adults on the bed and they turned to where the sound had come from. When they saw the two standing before them they were filled with relief and the expressions on their faces showed it. Of course some showed their relief more than others.

"Mommy!" Eric cried out, jumping out of the bed and sprinting over to his mother to embrace her in a tight hug, "You're okay!"

Hearing this had definitely confused Kitty but she tried to comfort her son by running her hand over the back of his head, "Of course I'm okay. Why wouldn't I be?"

"We couldn't find you or Daddy anywhere." Laurie explained to her parents.

While Laurie and Hyde climbed out of the bed and headed to where the rest of the family was standing, Kitty exchanged a look with Red. She could have sworn he had said he was going to tell the kids they were leaving. And he had, but when Kitty got scared by the incoming storm he had stayed by her side forgetting to tell the kids anything.

"We…we went out to dinner." explained Kitty as she continued to hold Eric in her arms.

An appalled look appeared on Laurie's face when she heard this information, "We were worried sick about you!"

"You couldn't have left a note or picked up a phone?" a crossed armed Hyde asked in a parental kind of tone.

"I've got a better question." Red began in a much better parental tone, crossing his own arms over his chest, "What the hell are you three doing in our bedroom?"

There was a pause as the kids looked at each other…at least Laurie and Hyde did, Eric was still holding onto Kitty. They had so much to tell their parents but didn't know where to even begin.

"We got scared." Eric's reply was muffled a bit by his mother's shoulder that he currently had his face buried in.

"Scared? Oh honey, there's nothing to be scared of." Kitty soothingly told him and then look over at Laurie, "Laurie, what did you do to your brother?"

The young blonde shook her head back and forth, "It wasn't me, Mommy. It was Grandma!"

"Oh jeeze Laurie, not you too." Red groaned. He was used to having his daughter on his side of things and he never thought she would be one to believe in ghosts either. At least he still had one person who could help knock some sense into the rest of the family. Red turned to his surrogate son, "Steven, help me out here."

Hyde shook his head, "Sorry Red, I'm with them. I saw some weird stuff happen downstairs and it was because of too much po…p-Tarts."

The Pop-Tarts cover up earned Hyde some frowns from both of his adopted parents. Kitty's frown was filled with much more concern as she worried that all the kids had eaten while she and Red were out were Pop-Tarts. Meanwhile Red's scowl was not as concerned and he had a feeling Pop-Tarts was not what Hyde had intended on saying. Before Red could say anything though, Hyde continued to speak.

"I think Mrs. Forman was right, man." He said, "Your mom's haunting the house."

Kitty's head swiftly turned to Red, she may have been still trying to help her son feel better but the look in her eyes told Red that she was getting scared all over again.

Red closed his eyes in frustration; he thought they were done with this! He had finally gotten Kitty to feel safe again and these dumbasses had ruined it, just like they'd ruined 'the moment' by being in the bedroom…he really needed to add more locks in this house. But first he needed to put an end to this ghost business once and for all and it looked like he was on his own in doing so.

Reopening his eyes, Red stared at his family with a firm frown indented on his forehead, "My mother's ghost is not haunting our damn house."

"Daddy, be careful! She can hear you!" Laurie hissed to her father, remembering the picture frame falling only seconds after she made a similar comment.

He looked skywards for a moment and tried again, "There is no ghost!"

"There is no ghost? There is no ghost?" Eric repeated the question twice as he at last pulled himself out of his mother's arms, "Okay, Dad you can say and think that all you want but there is a ghost in here, that very well could be Grandma Forman. You might not believe it but we do, and we don't just believe it we know it. We know it because we've seen and heard things. I heard a woman calling my name but there was no one there! How do you explain that?"

"With one simple question, son." Red replied in a calm manner before his scowl deepened and he sternly questioned, "Are you on dope?"

"Dad!" Eric exclaimed throwing his head back and his hands up in the air.

Laurie could see her brother's aggravation and so she decided to step in and hope that the reminder of her being the favorite would help get her father to not only listen to what she had to say but also have him take her seriously.

"It's true Daddy," she insisted, "My diamond earrings that belonged to Grandma are missing."

Red's gruffness softened a bit at seeing his little girl so frightened, "Kitten, you probably left them at your friend Louise's house."

"Louise? Who's Louise?" she asked with a scrunched up face; she didn't know any Louise. The she suddenly remembered the friend she had made up at breakfast this morning, "Oh right! Louise! Maybe I did!"

It was a possibility.

His daughter's response made Red a bit of a happier man; little did he know that even though Laurie was willing to let that explanation explain the whereabouts of her missing earrings, she was still terrified at the incident that had caused her and the boys to shut themselves in the master bedroom. The only room in the house where there hadn't been any paranormal activity.

"But Daddy, our family photo fell off the wall and the glass broke." Laurie informed, hoping this one would make her father believe.

Kitty's eyes widened at hearing this, "Not our Sears family portrait?" as soon as she saw her daughter nod, Kitty looked at Red—her fearful look back in her eyes, "Red…"

"Kitty, that doesn't prove anything." Red tried to reason, "It was probably an old nail holding up the photo and it just gave out." when he saw Kitty didn't look all too relieved he turned to Hyde figuring if he cleared up all these experiences it would put everyone at ease—especially his wife, "What about you? What ghostly encounter did you have?"

Hyde didn't speak right away. Red had been able to put reasonable explanations behind the other events—well, for the most part—had he been overreacting too? Was there really a reasonable explanation behind the TV changing on its own? Even as he thought about it he realized his answer.

"The TV in the basement started changing channels on its own." He said, Zen in place as he added, "No one else was in the room with me."

"There's a storm coming in, it's probably messing with the stations." Red answered without giving it too much though and when he saw the blank stares on his kid's faces he smirked and knew he'd won the case. "There, now that we've got all of that settled I think we can all agree that our house is not being haunted by your grandmother's ghost or any other ghost. So, everybody out!"

Red waited for no response and instead started rounding up the three and leading them over to the door.

"But Daddy." Laurie tried to stop him by using her best innocent voice.

He shook his head, "No, 'but's."

"But Dad…"

"What did I say about 'but's, Eric?" Red asked, keeping the three moving.

Not ready to give up Eric quickly fixed his words, "However…"

"I don't wanna hear it." Red interrupted before Eric could say more, they were now standing right in front of the room's exit and Red pointed his index finger at them, "And if I hear another word about a ghost haunting this house my foot is gonna be haunting your ass. Got it?"

The three instantly nodded their heads in an understanding manner before turning around to leave the room.

Eric's voice saying, "Now I'm even more scared than before." was the last thing Red and Kitty heard before he shut the door giving them back the privacy that they had come up here for.

Red turned to his wife, with a shark like grin, "Now where were we?"

He started to approach her but Kitty took two steps back and crossed her arms over her chest; her smile from before was nowhere to be found.

"Red Forman, how can you expect me to pick up right where we left off when my poor babies are scared and starving?" she wanted to know.

His shoulder's dropped "Kitty, they're fine."

"They are not fine, Red." She argued, "What they need is some TLC and some BLTs." Kitty declared and then shook her head, "I'm going downstairs with them."

"Kitty…" Red groaned as he watched her walk towards the door.

Before opening the door, Kitty turned to look at him "No Red, our children need to be comforted right now, not be thrown some 'reasonable explanations.'"

"But Kitty, I was trying to comfort you!" he called after her but it was no use and Kitty was already out of the room and walking down the same hallway that the two of them had jovially walked down only minutes ago.

0o0o0o

Red entered the avocado colored kitchen and was surprised to find it empty. He had been expecting to find Kitty and the kids in there but from the sound of the faint voices it appeared that they were in the basement.

He wasn't sure if he was happy that he had found the kitchen bare or if he was upset by it, however, when he found the leftover ingredients from the BLTs Kitty had made the kids he found himself leaning more towards one way than the other. It wasn't the damn vegetables that grabbed his attention, it was the plate of crisp bacon, resting near the stovetop, that seemed to be calling his name.

Recently he'd been put on an even stricter diet and unlike the last time Kitty was watching him like a hawk. He hadn't had a single piece of bacon in what felt like forever.

Cautiously he stepped closer to the plate and looked to the left and then to the right to make sure the coast was clear.

When he saw nobody there Red took hold of one of the forbidden pieces of bacon and raised it to his lips; but before he could take a bite he felt a soft tap on his left shoulder.

Immediately Red turned in the direction but there was nothing there. He looked to the opposite side but still found nothing. Figuring it was some type of fluke, Red shrugged it off and got ready to bite into the full sized bacon strip until he heard a familiar voice.

"Reginald Albert Forman, you put that piece of bacon down this instant. You know you have no business eating that type of food with how high your cholesterol is."

With a frown drawn onto his forehead Red followed the voice which led him to the round table where he found someone seated in one of the seats. But it wasn't just someone, it was his mother…or at least something that looked like his mother...her signature cigarette found between her fingers.

Red couldn't believe his eyes, "Ma?"

"Yes, it's me." the ghostly figure nodded, "Now put that bacon back and come have some pie instead."

Still filled with disbelief, Red somehow managed to move his feet and walk towards the table where his 'mother' was. He slowly took a seat—leaving one seat between them—and looked down to find a small blueberry pie waiting for him. It was just like the ones she used to make him when he was younger.

He felt like he was in a dream. He couldn't believe that this was real, sitting at the table with his mother who had passed away over a year ago. It had to be a dream…right?

Bernice stared at her son, waiting, "Well, go on and eat it."

Very, very cautiously Red picked up the fork that was resting beside the dish and cut it into the pie. He wasn't sure what he was more worried about, what would happen if he ate it or what would happen if he didn't.

Carefully Red moved the fork up and opened his mouth to take the piece of pie. It tasted just as it always did. It was a real pie. Which meant this was real. Which meant…

"It really was you." he said, he may have figured things out but he was still having trouble wrapping his mind around the whole idea, "You were haunting the kids?"

"I was not haunting them. I was spending quality time with them. After all they never wanted to spend time with me when I was alive." Bernice's spirit explained, "And now I know why. Do you have any idea what those delinquents are up to in that basement of yours? I know it's something you would never approve of so I assume it was that wife of yours who gave them…"

The mention of Kitty grabbed Red's attention and reminded him of how scared she had been through all this,

"Kitty. Why were you haunting Kitty?" Red wanted to know.

The ghost of Bernice sat up a bit straighter, "Well, I'm not sure if you knew this or not but I never liked Kitty all that much I'm afraid."

"Really." he replied in a tone that showed that this was not news to him; although his mother seemed to interrupt it differently.

"It's true." she nodded moving her cigarette from her lips, "I tried not to show my dislike for her so that you weren't put in the middle of things. My plan when I first started haunting her was to scare her enough to run her out of the house and out of your life or into an asylum. Either one would work."

Red's scowl increased at hearing this but Bernice went on.

"Then I planned on paying a visit to Betty Parker. You remember her don't you? I always wished you had married Betty Parker. She was a beautiful, tall young woman who came from a very wealthy family that…"

"I remember her, Ma. But I never loved her, I've always loved Kitty." Red firmly stated; although part of him was still having trouble believing he was having a conversation with his mother's ghost.

Bernice nodded once more, "I see that now." She gave a short pause, "Since I came here I've seen how much you love Kitty and how much she loves you. And even how happy she's made you."

"And now you like her?"

"No." The spirit was quick to reply as she took a drag of her smoke, "But I can tolerate her much more than I could when I was alive."

Red frowned a bit at hearing this and Bernice's ghost noticed so she continued on.

"In a mother's eyes no woman is ever really good enough for her son." She explained to Red, "It's always hard for a mother to let go of her children. Watching them grow up is a sweet but also very heartbreaking to witness. Unfortunately, the only person in this family who understands this is Kitty."

This statement made Red think about Kitty and the way she had been acting with the kids getting ready to graduate from high school. The Halloween costumes she missed making them and going to comfort them just now. Before Red could think too much more about it Bernice spoke again.

"And Marty. But visiting Marty can be a drag with his constant crying."

Hearing about his brother made Red chuckle a bit until he realized he hadn't seen the guy since their mother's funeral and that hadn't been all that great either. Thinking back to that day just for a few moments reminded Red of how he'd felt guilty about the last words he said to his mother were 'show me the taillights.' Now he had a chance to fix that.

"Ma, the day you…died…my last words to you…" he cleared his throat and looked down at the pie, "Those weren't what I wanted my last words to you to be. I…"

Bernice gave her son an understanding smile, "I know and I love you too, Red."

Red smiled back at the vision of his mother, glad that that had been taken care of however, he did still have one concern that still needed to be addressed.

"You're done haunting everyone, right?"

"I suppose I am." She replied sounding disappointed and then put her cigarette to her lips for a moment before pulling it away, "But it really was so much fun."

Not being able to help it, Red chuckled, "Well as long as you don't bother my kids or Kitty, you can haunt the kids that think they live here all you want."

She thought it over before nodding her head "I think I can work with that."

Though Red wasn't certain if this was really his mother…or for that matter his mother's spirit…or not but just seeing her image made him want to say his next words.

"I miss you, Ma."

"I know." The ghost of Bernice confirmed with a smile that soon shrunk, "Someone is coming so I'll need to leave soon. But don't you forget to stick to your diet and eat less fat, which includes bacon! I know it'll be difficult considering how much of it your wife makes…it's as if she's trying to send you to an early grave." She ranted, "But I do not want you joining me too soon. You have a family and a wife to take care of. So if you don't stick to your diet, you'll be the next person I haunt."

Red couldn't help up smirk, "Yes, ma'am."

And just like that she was gone.

For a few moments Red sat alone at the table thinking about what had just happened when the sudden noise of footsteps caused him to turn around and find his wife entering the kitchen from the basement.

"Kitty." he said, getting up from his seat and stepping towards her, "How're the kids?"

"They're fine. I gave them their sandwiches and cocoa, now their wrapped up in their blankets watching cartoons on TV." Kitty explained while picking up the mess she'd left behind from the sandwich making.

"Kitty, you're babying them." Red said with a scowl but when Kitty glared back at him, he thought back to his mother's words about mothers and their children; he gave his best smile, "Which is fine since you're their mother and they're your babies."

While Kitty wasn't sure what had caused Red to change his tone so quickly she didn't question it and instead nodded and went back to tiding things up. That is until Red gently took hold of her arm and turned her to face him.

"Look Kitty, I'm sorry that I didn't believe you and the kids about the ghost thing." he started to tell her, his tone sounding sincere, "I should've taken you seriously and not just shot down the things you said happened with reasonable explanations."

Kitty stared up at her husband with a confused look on her face, "Red, are you saying you think there really is a ghost in our house?"

Red looked down at Kitty not sure of how to respond not only because he still wasn't quite sure what that had been moments ago, but because he was also worried about how Kitty would react to any answer he gave. If he said 'yes' she would get scared but if he said 'no' she would think he still didn't believe her.

"There might be a ghost, there might not be." he began to say when suddenly there was the sound of a door shutting; it made Kitty jump a bit and Red smirk, "But I think if there was one it just left the building."

"Well I don't know if you mean it or not but I hope you're right." Kitty said as she moved her hand up to the side of her head, "Everything that's happened these past two days has made me a nervous wreck."

Slipping an arm around Kitty's shoulder, Red's smirk grew, "I think I know something that'll cheer you up."

0o0o0o

It was Halloween night, just about two weeks had passed since the last paranormal activity occurred and nothing spooky had happened since. The family didn't speak much about the incidents—mostly because they were afraid bringing them up would cause them to reappear. And so Red kept his ghostly encounter to himself as well.

Eric, Hyde, and Laurie stood in front of the glass sliding door in the kitchen. Laurie stood in the middle while Eric was on her left and Hyde at her right. They didn't look very happy but it could have a little to do with the fact that what they were wearing wasn't anything close to their normal clothes.

Laurie had a black headband in her hair, wore a blue dress with a white apron on top and matching stockings while Eric and Hyde wore matching yellow and red costumes of Tweedledum and Tweedledee—complete with propeller hats.

Okay, it had a lot to do with what they were wearing.

"Ugh! Do we really have to wear these dumb costumes all night?" Laurie groaned in annoyance

"Hey at least you're not dressed as Tweedledum." Hyde commented—not even Zen could save this costume.

Hearing Hyde's comment, Eric raised up a finger to interject, "Um actually, Hyde I think you're Tweedledee and I'm Tweedledum."

Both Hyde and Laurie turned to send murderous looks Eric's way but it was Hyde who sent his fist into Eric's boney arm.

"Ow!" the skinner man cried and rubbed his injury, "Mom, why do you have to take pictures? Isn't us wearing the costumes bad enough?"

From his spot beside his photographer wife, Red scowled at his son, "Your mother worked hard on making these costumes for the three of you, the least you can do put them on and let her take a damn picture."

"She already taken a roll full of them" whined Laurie.

Red's frown stayed in place as he moved his gaze to his daughter, "And she can take another roll full if she wants. It's her God-given right as a mother."

While their children groaned again Kitty looked back at her husband to smile a 'thank you' to him and then went right back to picture taking.

As she snapped another photo, Kitty could sense her kids were starting to get fussy, "Okay, okay last one, I promise. Ready? One…two…three….Cheese!"

"Cheese." The three said together although it didn't seem to help their strained and tried smiles.

The second the flash went off the 'smiles' came off and the trio broke apart ready to leave the room and change back into their regular clothes. Kitty saw this and quickly stepped in front of them, blocking their path.

"Oh now wait, I bought these little trick-or-treat bags for you all." she said handing them the plastic bags, "In case you decide to go out and show off your costumes and get some free candy."

Despite her giggle not one of the three smiled in return.

"No thank Mrs. Forman, I gotta meet up with Jackie in a bit." Hyde explained.

Eric looked at the bags still in his mother's hands, "Yeah, I think we're a little too old for trick-or-treating, Mom."

Laurie's answer was much more honest.

"No." she said with a look of disgust direct towards the bags.

"Okay fine." Kitty agreed, placing the bags on the table, "It's too bad too, I heard most of the neighbors this year were giving out full sized candy bars."

There was a quick—very quick—pause before three pairs of hands reached to the table, each grabbing one of the candy bags, and just like that the three Alice in Wonderland characters raced out the side door.

"Move out of my way Tweedledorks!" Laurie ordered as she shoved past the two, putting herself in the lead.

Sharing a laugh, Red and Kitty watched their children run off and out of the house.

"Guess we won't be seeing them anytime soon." Red commented.

"Nope." Kitty agreed, "It's a good thing too, they're having a scary movie marathon on channel eight."

Red's eyebrows rose with interest, "They are?"

Nodding her head Kitty replied, "Mmm hmm. Are you up for some comforting on the living room couch?"

The smirk on Red's lips answered Kitty's question and the two soon hurried of into the next room to begin their movie night marathon.

The End

Author's Note: So what did you think? Good ending? Terrible ending? Somewhere between? Let me know what you thought in a review!

I really hope you all enjoyed the chapter and this story and thank you so much to all of your wonderful readers. Your kind words and support truly mean so, so much! *hugs* Thank You! I'm really glad you all enjoyed this Halloween like tale. The next holiday is Thanksgiving and I do have a story to go with it, it's called 'Guess Who's Coming to Dinner' in case your interested.

And one more big THANK YOU to Marla! *hug* Without her there would be no story at all. I never would have been able to come up with a story idea like this on my own. Thank you for letting me use the idea Marla, I truly had so much fun writing it!

Until next time, thanks for reading, hope you liked, please review and lemme know what you think, take care, and have a nice day!