Grace runs into George and Lockwood on a job. It was a simple job type one, but it turns sour rather quick. The three need to work together or else they could all die. Will she become one of the team?
Grace has amazing touch, sight, and she's a dece...
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"I'm gonna speak to myself, yeah. That will make me feel better," Grace uttered as she walked towards the open door. The sign 'keep out' still tapped to the wood. "The smart decision would be to not go into this room, but there is something in here." She leaned into the room first taking a quick observation.
It was a nursery.
The room was painted an off-white colour. Although behind a few pieces of torn paper was an awful yellow colour.
Grace pushed the door against the wall, ensuring nothing was behind it. She knew it wouldn't be a physical person, but she had to make sure.
"Not gonna be closed in," She sang to herself as she pulled a child-size rocking chair to the edge of the door frame.
It was her backup plan for it, the door was shut. The rocking chair would stop it, or break from the voice. Either way, it would give her a chance to catch the door. Grace could feel that something was in the room. Laughter filled the room. Grace held tightly onto the handle of her rapier.
"That's so creepy," She spun around and sliced through an apparition. The smoke moved around the room and then disappeared under the floorboards.
Oh shit.
Grace dropped to her knees as she fell under the bed. There was a pull from a source under there. She reached around and yelped when she touched a spider web
"For the love of—yes!" She yanked her hand out revealing a locket. It was a simple oval-shaped one. "Always has to be in the oddest places." She stuck it in her pocket for now. She knew it wasn't the smartest place, but George had the iron net in his bag. Grace rushed down the stairs.
"George! Lucy! I got it! Let's go!" She yelled, but there was no response.
When Grace got to the second level she stopped. There wasn't a sound. All the doors were open. She pulled her rapier free as she crept into each room checking the closet doors. All were open.
"George!" She called once more as she looked down the stairwell.
A small head stared back. Grace has almost lost the ability to be frightened by visitors now since she's worked in this industry for so long, but children still gave her the creeps.
"Grace!" It was a muffled cry from the basement.
Why did they go down there? You've got to be kidding me.
Grace jumped down the stairs three at a time, almost breaking her ankles when she hit the landing. The house was old. She was lucky her foot didn't break through the boards. Her rapier in hand as she cleared the corners coming back to the kitchen.
The knob was jiggling back and forth as she quickly yanked open the door. George and Lucy stumble out. Grace grabbed a salt bomb from Lucy's belt and threw it at the apparition that was chasing them up the stairs.
