Interlocked

1: the daily life of a necromancer

Ghosts have always been a part of my life for as long as I could remember. Even now looking around I could spot a handful of ghosts. But chose not to provoke them so they left me alone. Well if I really had a choice I wouldn't be at the mall currently with Harper. However, life doesn't really work like that.

Picking up my hand from its place beside me, Harper starts drawing me towards the beauty shop. "Come on, how about we try to dye it an unnatural color? I think blue would suit your face very nicely."

All I can do is smile and shake my head going along with whatever plan she has made in her head. Ever since I have met Harper she has been obsessed with the white-blonde strips of hair I have near the front on my hairline.

She knows it's been something I've had since birth and lucky I can just brush it off as a genetic thing. Since my mother is a necromancer, it was passed down the line to me. This means she also has the same strip of blonde hair but her's isn't so noticeable with her already blonde hair.

So every once in a while I am dragged to the mall for Harper to play scientist on my hair. She loves playing around with it since for some reason it can't absorb dyes, the dye simply wipes off after all of its done. This doesn't seem to change her mind, unluckily for me.

While looking around the store, I glance outside the windows and notice a lot of wolves running around the woods. This doesn't surprise me for two reasons, I live in Washington so wolves are a common sight, and two, as I am part of the supernatural community around here I know of the other supernaturals.

Shaking my head is really all I can do, for now, I'll have to go around to the pack later and talk to the alpha and tell him about this. It won't do any good if ghost gossip spreads around, or if the humans see them.

Putting that off to the side, I return my attention back to Harper hoping she didn't see the massive wolves just them. She's never been a dog lover.

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Throwing the bags on the floor I rush to my room to throw back on my pj's. There is nothing in this world that can compare to a nice oversize t-shirt and a fuzzy pair of pajama pants that are way too big for you.

Feeling around, I can sense that a ghost is in my house by the drop of temperature. I just make my way to the kitchen waiting for them to make their presence noticeable. And wouldn't you know it halfway through making my tea a ghost starts whispering in my ear.

It is one of my best ghosts that I keep around, Keith. He is the one who always gives me insights into all the gossip going around from the mouths of the many ghosts in this town. Keith doesn't like to talk so he only whispers the news he found out, the new supernatural convention is being held this weekend.

This news sends me into a panic, whipping my head over to look at the fridge where my calendar is. They didn't send out invites and the convention is only three days away. I let out a huge sigh and dragged my feet back to my bedroom.

"Of course, they wouldn't tell me, they don't like the freak in town," I mumble to myself while flinging clothes into my suitcase. If it wasn't for Keith I wouldn't have even known and that would have given them another reason to hate me.

Looking at the watch on my arm, I sigh again and pull out my phone to try and book the flight there. Oregon, here we go.