Sunflower Seed Lovin'

Chapter 32: Epilogue

~Six Months since the night of the Ritual~ Lucy P.O.V~

Dear diary,

Life has gone back to somewhat normal, before Grampa died. Dad, Mom, little May and I are going to be moving out of Gran's and Grampa's to a house that is being built next to them. Jason and I are still together and Erik teases us all the time about it. Which I can't get mad at him over it, because he's so darn cute and like that little annoying brother that you can't get mad at for any reason.

The day after the ritual, when Grampa went through town, everyone acted like he hadn't been dead for months! I was very confused, until Death showed up and explained to Jason and I that when he brought Grampa, and Erik back, people around us will believe they've been alive all this time. Though for Erik, the towns people believe that he's been adopted by the Bunsin's and they've been waiting for him arrive these past few months.

Now onto little May, my miracle little baby sister. She is now a happy, laughing six month old with black hair like our Mother and green eyes like our Father. She hasn't shown any signs of being possessed by Weston which is very good. Ginny even cast a spell to see if she was and she couldn't find anything dark in her.

A three months ago, Ginny had left town to live with Aunt Nora. She said she didn't want to stay here anymore, because it's too boring now that the exciting stuff is gone. But I could tell she missed her a lot. I still haven't found out who Ma was. I should have asked her, oh well. Too late now.

Any who, moving onto the spirits of the town. They have all returned to the graveyard and are living, well un-living there in peace like they have been before the whole Big Errol and doppelganger stuff.

This will be my last entry for this diary, because I'm almost out of pages. Good-bye, diary, it's been great writing in you.

Always, Lucy Clearwood.

I closed my diary and laid it in a box that I would hide upstairs in the attic, so that one day, maybe one of my children or Grandchildren will find it and see how brave their mother or grandmother was when she was merely seventeen.

AN: And here is the end of this story. It's been great writing this story and reading you comments. Thank you all for being a fan and reading this story.