One more day: 30 day oneshots

Hey Google, play friendly neighbourhood poltergeist.

Ship: flower husbands (with the married couple and fwhip)

Prompt: jimmy is a poltergeist who simps for the skeptic smajor.

Notes: friendly neighbourhood poltergeist is legit my favourite song. Fuck you. ALSO THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE POSTED ON THE 11TH IM SORRY IM JUST VERY LATE

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"Guys We got a house!" I heard Joel shout. Finally I thought. The past couple of months were very, very slow, business was down because of Covid, it's a miracle we're still able to afford what we can. 

I run up the stairs, getting chased up by Fwhip on the way, and the both of us got into Joel's 'office' as he likes to call it, It's more his bedroom but with added craziness and a Joel flair. The brown haired man was, as usual, sitting at his makeshift desk. His eyes were glued to the computer infront of him, probably looking up the details of the home before we went. 

His wife, Lizzie, was stood behind him, she already had her go bag ready and next to her, the bag looked packed for a week. This was going to be a long one. The last long house was almost a year ago, a woman believed the ghost of her late husband was terrorising her. We spent about two weeks just searching where his energy came from, only to realise it was just an old toy; an old baby's toy if I remembered correctly. It was hanging from a thread in the basement which was attached to the electrical cord, making the lights flash from time to time. 

I remember Fwhip complaining that it was the third false investigation of the year, bearing in mind it was only February. I had said to him that simply, ghosts didn't exist, and we went off on me. Lizzie was driving and trying to keep the car in check whereas Joel was watching Fwhip and I go at it, occasionally cheering on the one who was winning; aka, me. 

The memory faded as Joel started to explain. "Ok so it's a four hour drive south from here, the house is by the Itchen river in Southampton. Apparently there's been multiple poltergeist sightings and had driven away over five family's in the past twenty years."

Five Family's in twenty years, I'm starting to wonder why those people stayed there as long as they did. Poltergeist are the trickiest of ghosts to deal with. Normally with most spirits you would only hear and feel things, like footsteps or a shiver, both of which could be explainable with multiple things. But with spirits you could see, like poltergeist, it's a bit harder to explain and a lot scarier. The only explanation for physically seeing a figure or unnatural being would be that you were crazy, a lunatic, but no one wants to be known as that. Known as a weirdo who sees things.

"The same poltergeist or multiple?" Fwhip asked, he always believed in the idea of supernatural beings like ghosts or aliens, although he would use logic for the most part of every investigation. Though if something was too out of line or unexplainable he be on it like a dog to a bone, trying to piece things around the idea of spirits and demons.

"Only one," Joel replied, he was the researcher in our group, liked to call himself the leader but was easily turned down from. Our group never really had a leader, we were all at the same level. Well, metaphorically speaking. He also loved the idea of 'the great beyond' as he says, he says a lot of things. "Oh wait, there's more."

More spirits? More information? More pizza? The one thing about Joel is that he's bad at explaining what he's on about. After knowing him for years I can understand what he's getting at more the average human who had the misfortune of meeting the short man, but there's some thing i still can't get my head around with him. I don't know if it's his northern accent that's throwing me off or just my ears hurting from his insane theories. Luckily his wife's there to decipher what the fuck he's on.

Lizzie, personally my favourite out of our group. She surprisingly has the brain cell among our friends, she rationalises what's truth and what's false, like a lie detector. Anyone would be lucky to have her as a friend, let alone a wife, let alone to someone like Joel- sorry that's a bit rude. She's mainly here as a parent figure, sort of, like she would be the one to look after us. Making sure we weren't dying from hunger or killing eachover, that sort of thing. But over time she's gotten used to our fighting and lack of brain cells, some might say she's become one of us. Also she cooks the best meals, my mother couldn't compare.

"Apparently, it is one poltergeist" Joel stated, "it's very active during both day and night but doesn't pose as a threat. It is known to have tried to play with people, adults and children alike, but hasn't hurt anyone or has shown to have evil intent." That explains why it's only chased out five family's in twenty years. 

"So it's like a child?" Fwhip asked. Joel shook his head, then typed something into his computer, "we better get going soon, apparently the landlord will tell us more when we get there." 

Lizzie had hushered us out of the room, the went back in to help Joel pack. I always keep a weekly go bag under my bed, just in case. My room was pretty standered in my opinion, light blue walls surrounding it with hanging plants and photos along it. White furniture and a twin sized bed. Normal, the author can't describe rooms. 

The drive down to Southampton was a long one, but not quiet at all. It started off with Joel and I playing uno in the backseats, Fwhip was driving and Lizzie was in the front. Then it went to Joel and I fighting about the rules of uno, he believes you can place a black card on a black, i believe you have to place a colour down first. Lizzie won that fight, don't ask how. Then we went onto listening to music, Fwhip almost crashed the car as we argued about what musical is better. Why is everyone fighting me?

When we got to the house, it was around eight o'clock. Somehow we arrived half an hour earlier than intended. 

I was practically zoned out as the landlord spoke. It was mainly Joel and Fwhip who was asking the questions. The stupid stereotypical one like 'has there been any activity lately' 'is there any personal experiences you could tell us about,?'   'Are there any photos of the poltergeist?'  That sort of thing. All of which were answered, but were pretty basic and expected. 

Apparently the poltergeist wouldn't say it's name on a spirit box or emf reader, so the locals just call it jimmy. Hes known to play with people he thinks are friendly or foreign. The guy said that fwhips and mines accent would interest it or something, probably because we weren't exactly from England. After that it was just the basic warnings and he gave the keys over to Joel. 

"Let's go see Jim bob." Joel laughed, probably already trying to antagonise the spirit. Lizzie was the first one in, already had her k-2 out and ready. I was in second with my thermometer and emf reader strapped to my belt. Joel and Fwhip came in last, arguing over who got what room to investigate. 

Let skip ahead to the interesting part shall we? 

It was roughly five in the morning when Scott heard the whisper. It made him jump out of his skin and check his immediate surrounding, hoping it was one of the others. But it wasn't, of course it wasn't, he watched the others go upstairs. He would have heard them come down. That wasn't good.

He didn't even get what the whisper had said, hopefully the emf reader picked it up. It was very faint though. Spooked, Scott made his way upstairs to where the others were. The others were in the shared room they had dedicated to be their bedroom for the night, well, day. 

I really wanted to write more on this but it's already a day late and I'm running out of ideas for it. Will probably upload it to ao3 when I'm finished though.