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SERIES TWO, ENTRY THREE, PART ONE: http://airsharksquads-creepypasta-chronicles.wikia.com/wiki/Consolement:_As_Told_By_Margaret_Woods_-_PART_ONE

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Jeffrey and I always find ways to console each other. I remember one time, he told me that he saw the ghost of my long-deceased mother, Agnes when he came home from school one day.

She loved seeing us around every time whenever Peter and I took our boys over to see her. One day, when I had tried to make plans to come around and see her, she didn't answer her phone when I called her up.

Neither her nor my father, Christopher answered the phone when I called. I started to worry. It wasn't until I learned from Mr. McWentworth, the family lawyer that my father had died when he took my mother over to the hospital. He had passed out on the road while he was driving and lost all consciousness. His car was soon hit by a truck. Neither he nor mother survived the crash.

I was shocked and saddened when Mr. McWentworth told me this. It had been a very long time since me and my family last saw her and papa. I had no idea that would be the last time that me or my family would ever see her. All of this happened when me and Jeffrey were away. Still in our home neighborhood and after Liu and Peter died together in a separate car accident different than what my parents went through.

Besides, there was no way that I could afford to go see her one more time before she died. Jeffrey and I were having mental problems together and I had to focus on taking care of him alone, with the help of our neighbors, the Weatherbee family.

Despite this, she was still able to visit us even after she died.

I remembered what Jeffrey told me when he came from school. I was on my way home from work at the time when he got off at the bus stop. He was greeted by the usual darkness of our house ( all the lights in the house were off ) when he entered through the front door.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a ghostly-transparent human figure holding a walking stick ( a cane ) sitting around in the darkness of our living room. The figure didn't seem to be going anywhere nor did she appear to have any clear destination in mind.

Jeff could easily tell that this ghost was that of my mother, appearance-wise. He was a little hesitant at first, but soon took interest and began talking to her. Wanting to know.

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