Paranormally in Love (ON HIATUS)

Chapter 1: The Radio

“Rich! Camera over here! Something’s making the EMF go nuts over here!” Austin called to the camera man. 

Richard, or Rich, called him and went running to the head honcho. “Oh man… that’s insane.. Here let me zoom in on that for the viewers.” 

Austin was visibly excited. “Janette get the Paranormal Puck! I want to make contact!” 

"O-on it!" Janette scurried over to her bag and grabbed the device and gave it to him. "A-are you sure you want to make contact with this person, I mean, I get it for the viewers, but this ghost WAS a mobster in his past life. And was one of Al Capone's best hitmen. With a spirit that has that much negativity, don't you think that you should better guard yourself?" She worriedly said as she clutched her late grandmother's silver cross necklace. 

You see, Janette Daweson has well known knowledge of the paranormal and is almost considered a professional. But she's hardly given the time of day by her peers and cohorts. Heck, even her family doesn't pay much mind or attention to her. Is it the way that her petite but skinny body looked? How her brown hair framed her delicate but mischievous looking face just right? Or how her blue eyes shine the innocence in her soul? Or is it her careful, mischievous, and gentle personality that made her look harmless? Either way, nobody really paid any mind to her or put any two cents to what she said.

“The Puck, please.” For the audience, he was polite, but there was a hint of annoyance in his tone. 'She's always sassing back, thinking she knows so much more than me. I’ve been doing this for YEARS!’ He seethed silently. 

"...ok. but I warned you…" Janette handed him the device as she silently made brief eye contact with said ghost. 

You see she's also a physical medium like her late grandmother was and was taught from early childhood to always be on your guard. Or the spirits will just push you around and eventually ruin your life. Well the negative ones would. But for some reason, all she came in contact with are the evil one's. No good spirits.

 'I guess they somehow make their way to Heaven when my presence is around. Which would explain why the man looks like he's about to shoot my head off. I must've accidentally sent off his wife that he had trapped here and abused her. Well I'm not backing down!' she thought to herself strongly as she sent her strong positive energy around herself for protection and made the message clear that she wasn't scared of him. The ghost mobster was slightly surprised at her frontal attack. But his sly sneer was clear that even though she could protect herself, that didn't mean she could protect the others.

Austin typed it into the Puck while asking out loud, “Are you the hitman Kent “Frenchy” Brouillette?"

The ghost man made the device light up like a Christmas tree. “YES! That’s a yes! Are you catching this, Rich?” The guy was nodding quickly, getting all of it. “Ok, ok, back off.” Austin commanded so he could ask another question.

Kent scoffed at him but relented anyway to amuse him. And because he was gathering the energy needed.

“Alright, Is it true that you abused your wife until the day she died?” Austin asked. Rich focused on Austin and the Puck. 

One of the devices, SB7 Spirit Box, a device that puts out white noise for the spirits to use to communicate words let out a gravelly intimidating, "Watch yourself…"