Dead Or Alive •Ghost Adventures•

One: Ghost Adventures?

That's Atlas.
3rd Person POV
      Atlas Miller's day began with her alarm clock and her mother shouting, "Atlas, honey, get up!" Groaning, she clambered out of bed and stumbled to her closet on sleepy legs. Pulling out her SFM work polo and a pair of dark-washed blue jeans, she hastily got dressed and slipped on her yellow-body and white-laced Vans and grabbed her brush and some makeup. In her bathroom mirror, she applied eyeliner, lip gloss, and a little blush for color. She quickly brushed her hair, wincing as it pulled, and threw it into a high ponytail. Satisfied, she grabbed her phone and wallet and ran downstairs. "Bye!" She kissed her mother's cheek and started biking to work.
      It wasn't far away. The local museum, Sioux Falls Museum, was busy a lot any time of year, especially summer. It was a big museum, but nothing like the museums in NYC or London or anything, it was just big for Sioux Falls. It looked like a museum big enough for Boston.
      Arriving at work, relishing in the sun and gentle summer breeze, she noticed a black van/car pulled up to the front. Frowning, she walked to the door to unlock it and heard, "Hey!"
      Turning, she nearly had a heart attack. Zak Bagans, lead investigator for her favorite ghost TV show (Ghost Adventures), was behind her. "Hi," She said slowly. A faint pink tinged his cheeks. "Sorry for scaring you, we were hoping to talk to you...?"
She smiled. "Sure, come on in."
      Once everyone (aka Aaron, Billy, and Nick) was inside, Atlas turned to them. "What can I do for you?" She asked, picking at her fingers. It was an anxious habit.
      "We heard you may have ghosts?" Zak questioned, and Atlas nodded. "We do. We have a little girl, maybe about seven or eight, she likes to hide in the Animals And Nature Hall." She pointed down a hall where it led to the animal exhibits and the surrounding environments. "Her name is Clover." She turned a different way, towards the Native Americans and the White Man exhibits. "Down there is The Thing, our resident poltergeist. He's rather nasty, actually. Doesn't like strangers, but he's been pretty cool the past few weeks. He's the troublemaker."
      Zak was amazed. "So do you know them pretty well?" He asked, and Atlas shrugged self-concisely. "I can see them, sometimes," She admitted. "Like they're really there." She couldn't look at them. She knew she was weird.
      "That's pretty cool." Nick Groff smiled, and Atlas felt a little better. "Yeah, it's...kind of hard to hide from my coworkers, but I figure that Clover at least can use a friend." She shrugged again. "So I volunteered. No one else would go near her."
      She showed them around, showed them where Clover usually hid, between a pair of lions locked in a battle. Then she showed them the hall where the Thing resided and his housing place, a huge teepee with a stuffed dog in front of it and a stuffed horse around the side.
"So how old are you?" Zak asked, and Atlas blushed. "I'm sixteen and a half." She said, and Aaron said, "Wow. Pretty strong psychic magic at sixteen."
Atlas laughed. "That's what my mom says. She has it, too. Kind of a family thing."
"Really?" Nick asked, and she nodded. "Yeah. All the girls, anyway."
"Interesting..." Zak mused.
      They left around noon, Zak giving her his number as well. Atlas invited them to come back any time, since they were investigating the diner and bar down the street. They asked if they could investigate here, and Atlas called her manager, who agreed once he'd talked to Zak.
      She was so stunned. She'd meet the G.A.C!! She couldn't wait to tell her mom!