[A/N:So Susie Salmon case is over. Next will be a case, I created from ideas here and there. Also there are powerful psychics like Roland Flagg, Danny Torrance in this world.]
Back inside the Salmon home, the family sat together—Jack, Abigail, Lindsey, and little Buckley—faces pale and tired but burning with anger and love all at once. Susie's ghost lingered close, her figure softer now, as though the room itself couldn't quite hold her anymore.
Aleksander placed the recovered scrapbook on the table."It's over. The police have enough to bury Harvey. He won't hurt anyone again."
Jack's jaw tightened, his eyes red. He looked at Susie, voice cracking."You hear that, sweetheart? He's finished. You can rest in peace..."
Abigail reached out instinctively, her hand still passing through Susie's form, her tears falling unchecked."I don't want you to go. I'm not ready."
Susie smiled faintly through her own tears.
"Mom… you'll never be ready. But I'll always love you. That doesn't stop."
Lindsey wiped at her eyes and stepped closer, her voice breaking."You were supposed to see me grow up… I was supposed to be the little sister, not the one left behind."
Susie shook her head softly."You'll always be my sister. I'll be with you when you laugh, when you cry. You're stronger than you know."
Buckley sniffled, clinging to Abigail.
"Will you still hear me when I say goodnight?"
Susie knelt down, her ghostly hand passing near his cheek like a breeze carrying warmth.
"Always."
The air shimmered faintly around her as the glow grew brighter. She turned once more to her family, tears still streaming down her translucent face."Thank you… for not letting me be forgotten."
Wednesday, watching with her usual sharp stare, finally spoke—her voice flat but with an undercurrent of respect."You didn't linger in vain, Susie Salmon. You helped catch your killer. Few can say that."
Susie gave her a little smile, eyes flicking to Wednesday."Thank you… for listening."
Aleksander inclined his head slightly, his tone warm but solemn."You can rest now. No more looking back."
With a final radiant shimmer, Susie's form stretched upward, dissolving into light. The glow rose higher until it vanished, leaving only silence—and the faintest sense of peace—in its place.
Abigail collapsed into Jack's arms, Lindsey burying her face against them. Buckley stared up, whispering softly to the empty ceiling."Goodnight, Susie."
Aleksander let out a quiet breath, stepping back.
Wednesday folded her arms, her icy gaze softening just slightly.
Jack stood at the curb, fists trembling, watching as George Harvey was shoved into the back of a police car, cuffs biting into his wrists. Even now, Harvey lifted his head just enough to smirk at Jack, that smug, hollow smile twisting his face.Jack's chest heaved, his voice breaking through clenched teeth.
"I feel even a death sentence is too light for him."
Aleksander, standing beside him, gave the faintest nod. His voice was calm, deliberate, but it carried steel."Do you want me to make sure of that? Torture his soul until the day he's executed?"
Jack turned to look at him, his grief sharpening into fury."You can do that?"
Aleksander's eyes narrowed, his tone steady.
"His body will walk, speak, and eat like a puppet. But inside… his soul will burn. Hellfire without end, each second stretched into eternity. He'll wish for death long before it comes."
Jack's jaw tightened, and his words came out like a growl."Do it."
Aleksander reached into the pocket of his coat, drew out a fragment of chalk, and began to sketch a small sigil against the ground. His eyes glimmered vibrant green as he whispered an incantation, Latin syllables curling like fire in his throat:"Anima tua, comburatur aeternis flammis. In tenebris, crucia sine fine. Vinculum aeternitatis, ligare nunc."
("May your soul burn in eternal flames. In the darkness, suffer without end. The chain of eternity, bind you now.")
A faint shimmer rippled through the night air around the police car. For a brief moment, Harvey twitched in his seat, his smug expression faltering into something closer to confusion—then pain. He gasped, struggling against something unseen.
Aleksander's eyes faded back to normal as he straightened, his voice low and certain.
"It's done. The mask will stay up, but inside? He's already in hell."
Jack watched, chest rising and falling, some of the tightness in his jaw loosening for the first time in years."Good. Now he finally knows what he put them through."
Weeks Later – County Prison
George Harvey sat alone in his cell, the cool concrete walls pressing in. To the guards on duty, he looked calm enough—quiet, polite, the same blandly soft‑spoken man.
"Thank you," he murmured when handed his meal tray, his voice gentle.
But the moment the guard turned his back, the mask slipped.Harvey's hand shook as he gripped the spoon, knuckles whitening. A hiss escaped his throat as his face contorted for a moment, eyes glazing wide in pain only he could feel. The food tray clattered against the floor, though no one saw the fire burning inside him—soul trapped under Aleksander's curse.His calm whisper broke suddenly into a strangled gasp. He staggered to his knees, clutching his chest. The sensation wasn't physical—it was deeper. As though something inside him was roasting alive, his soul boiling in unseen flames that licked endlessly without mercy.And then—just as sudden—it ceased. The pain ebbed, leaving him heaving with sweat while his face pressed against cold stone.
Harvey dragged himself upright, breathing heavily, forcing on that practiced mask again.The guard came back, annoyed.
"Problem in here?"
Harvey smiled faintly, his tone still perfectly pleasant."No… none at all."
The guard shook his head and walked on. The moment Harvey was alone again, his smile collapsed. His hands trembled as he stared at the wall, eyes ragged, whispering brokenly to himself."Make it stop… make it stop…"
From afar, Aleksander's spell would keep repeating, waves of torment hammering Harvey's soul day and night. No sleep, no respite—only agony stretched into eternity until the day the state finally killed his body.Down the hall, another inmate leaned against the bars and sneered."What's the matter, neighbor? Ghosts keeping you up?"
Harvey twitched and turned, forcing his mouth back into an empty smile.
"No. Just… tired."But his hollow eyes told a different story. For George Harvey, the punishment had already begun—far worse than anything the legal system could deliver.