A young woman sat in her seat on a bus, head leaning against the window. She was quite stuck in thought, to say the least. She was on her way to a quaint, homely little town due to rumors she heard. As a small journalist, she wanted to investigate for herself.
The rumors were about... someone, that lived in a dark and dusty mansion. Some say it was a ghost, others say it was a demon. Others say it was even a vampire. No matter the case, she was extremely curious.
"We have arrived at Auburnsville. If this is your stop, then please get off here."
The bus driver's words caught her attention. Standing up, she gathered her belongings and made her way to the front- giving a tip to the kind driver. "Thanks, miss. Have a great stay!" He said to her.
With a smile, the young journalist nodded. "Thanks, sir. Have a good day." She said, hopping off the bus. She walked down to the inn she had made a reservation at and walked in.
A young blonde woman sat at the desk, reading a magazine. "Hello! I made a reservation here under the name Kitsune Queen." The red haired journalist spoke up, prompting the blonde lady to look at her. With a friendly smile, she set her magazine down.
"Ah, hello there, sugar! I take it you just got to town?" She asked.
"Indeed I did." Kitsune nodded, smiling.
"Well, welcome to Auburnsville, darlin'! My name is Shirley, Shirley Candelle. If you don't mind my askin', what brought you here?" The woman, Shirley, asked.
"Well, you see ma'am, I'm a journalist for my friend's independent writing company. I've heard rumors about a mansion and something or someone living in it within this town. I thought it'd make for a pretty cool article." Kitsune explained.
Shirley blinked a bit in surprise. "Oh my, really? That's definitely a new one.." She commented.
"What do you mean?" Kitsune questioned.
"See sugar, when we DO get journalists here, it's usually about the locale. Y'know, wildlife, nature, vacation type of stuff. You're the first one I've met that seems curious about that story." Shirley explained.
"Huh. I'm a bit surprised. I get that this is a small town, but a rumor like that would definitely get SOME type of attention I would think. I've read about the disappearances." Kitsune stated.
"Well, it IS true we've had a few disappearances. A lot of which are tied to that mansion. Though, you know how it is, not very good for vacation things. I don't think a vacation brochure would include somethin' like that."
Kitsune hummed in thought. "Yeah, true. While we're talking, is there anything else you could tell me? About the spirit or whatever it is?" She asked.
"Certainly. But first, why don't you take your stuff to your room. I'll be on break by the time you're done." Shirley replied.
"Alrighty- I'll be back then." Kitsune nodded.
With a smile, Shirley have her her room key. "Your room is 106, third floor on the right." She informed her. With a nod, Kitsune took her luggage to her room.
Opening the door, she found it to be as cozy as the rest of the inn. The bed seemed to be freshly made, and it had a small couch with a TV and coffee table in front of it. There was a decently sized kitchenette, adding on to the homeliness factor. It was faint, but the whole room smelled faintly like vanilla.
"Huh, wow. Shirley really knows how to make a place look like home." Kitsune commented, setting her bags on the bed. She started putting all of her things away, sighing in content once she was finished. Afterward, she exited her room and made her way back to the front desk.
In place of Shirley, someone of shorter stature sat behind the desk. Their crimson eyes immediately directed at her. "Ah, there you are. Shirley's waiting on the back porch for you." They stated, their voice androgenous.
"Ah, thank you, uhh..." Kitsune trailed off, unsure of what to refer to them as.
The person chuckled a bit, moving their wavy dark brown hair out of their eyes. "Adres. Adres Infernum. You don't have to worry about misgendering me, I can't say I really care." They said.
"Ah, I see. Thank you, Adres." And with that, Kitsune went to the back porch with the guidance of Adres. Upon walking outside, she saw the familiar blonde woman sitting at a table with two cups of tea. With a smile, Shirley gestured her over.
"Hi Shirley, thanks for waiting." Kitsune said, sitting down in front of her.
"No trouble at all, sugar. I thought I'd make some tea while I waited, so I do hope it's to your liking. Is black tea ok with you?" Shirley asked.
"Heh, it's fine. I actually really like tea." Kitsune smiled.
"Good, that's a relief." Shirley said, taking a sip of her tea. "So, you wanted to hear more about the rumor, right?" She asked.
"Yes please." Kitsune nodded.
"Hmm.. Well, let me think." Shirley paused. "For starters, I can tell you he has a name. Christopher Pierre." She stated.
Nodding, Kitsune wrote the name down in an empty journal. "Though, I've also been hearin' people call him 'The Distortionist'. I don't exactly know why, though, I've never heard a clear reason for it. Somethin' about his appearance? Or maybe it's what he does to people? Like I said, I don't really know." Shirley added.
"Mmmhm." Kitsune hummed, adding the additional name into her notes. "Can you tell me anything about him being a ghost or vampire or anything?" She asked.
Shirley chuckled a little. "I honestly have zero idea where that one came from." She commented. "He's nothin' supernatural, he's pretty human. Sometimes at night, you can see him taking food and other stuff, so he definitely eats. And he doesn't attack anyone, unless of course you trespass into his mansion." She explained.
After a bit more talking with Shirley, Kitsune decided to retreat into her room for the night. She was getting tired, and she had a fairly long day. Besides, she had to get plenty of sleep.
Because she had a lost of investigating to do the next day.
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Twisted Distortions
FanfictionA young female enters a relatively dark mansion in the midst of a small town. She had heard rumors of a supposed "ghost" or "demon" that wreaks havoc on those that dare enter its domain. Upon arriving, however, she finds that the supposed spectre is...
