The Crucible: A Short Story
The crime scene was no pretty picture.
Salem stepped through the door and gagged.
"It smells terrible!" She choked through her shirt collar.
"It certainly isn't that pretty." Cha'relle wrinkled her nose in disgust before brightening. "But I'm sure it smelt worse when it happened, so it won't be as bad for us!"
"Cha'relle, the longer a body decays the worse it smells." Salem sighed. Her ghostly friend blinked, then laughed.
"Right, I forgot!" Salem shook her head and pressed on. Though it disturbed her, the blood stains and other aspects of the crime scene didn't impact Salem as much as it did in the past. Well, she thought sullenly, this can't be any worse than watching someone getting set on fire. When they reached the garage, Salem and
Salem stepped through the door and gagged.
"It smells terrible!" She choked through her shirt collar.
"It certainly isn't that pretty." Cha'relle wrinkled her nose in disgust before brightening. "But I'm sure it smelt worse when it happened, so it won't be as bad for us!"
"Cha'relle, the longer a body decays the worse it smells." Salem sighed. Her ghostly friend blinked, then laughed.
"Right, I forgot!" Salem shook her head and pressed on. Though it disturbed her, the blood stains and other aspects of the crime scene didn't impact Salem as much as it did in the past. Well, she thought sullenly, this can't be any worse than watching someone getting set on fire. When they reached the garage, Salem and