whispers of amethyst

0197

It has been two weeks since Amy has been seeing the number 0197 constantly. Most people, when they see a number repeatedly, think it's an 'angel number' or a sign of 'good luck.' For her, however, it's simply a signal of a wavering case—her next mission. She likes to call it that to make her job feel less depressing and more fun. But is this case really what she wants to do? She promised herself she would stop doing this and live normally, at least for a little while, but it doesn't seem like the big guy above wants that for her.

"Amy," she hears the cashier call out. She was so zoned out, twisted in the sick theories of her mind, that she completely forgot where she is. Apologizing, she quickly takes her coffee and pays for it, not bothering to take the change.

Living normally when you're a paranormal investigator is not easy, but that doesn't mean she doesn't like it. She gets a thrill out of knowing she's the only one who can do this—she is special in a way not everyone can be.

By a paranormal investigator, she doesn't mean an exorcist or a clairvoyant medium—no. She is special; she has a lot of powers, and they are solely meant to remove evil spirits from this world. She can see them, read people's minds, and travel across the two realms as if it's just another stop on the train.

People don't really know everything about 'horror.' There are tons of movies and theories about ghosts and ghost hunters. They aren't wrong, but they aren't 100% right either. She's been able to communicate with ghosts since she was 9. She's had this power since birth, but she never understood or embraced it. When she was 7, she was told about what she is, and everything became a mess.

It was as if everything in her life had taken a turn. She quickly understood that she would never be a bubbly child again, whose only worry was whether she'd have enough playtime. She had a huge gift with great power, and with great power comes great responsibility—thanks, Uncle Ben.It was okay, though, because she always had support. She first started by helping spirits connect with their loved ones because they never got to say goodbye. It went on like that until she was 15 and faced her first case. That case messed her up so badly that she didn't step out of her room for 2 months straight. At one point, she remembers Taehyung making a hole in the door to slip food to her. It was a crazy experience.

No one knows the reality of handling evil spirits, and the movies don't tell the truth. No one ever does because they haven't been on the inside. Quite frankly, she's not sure the world should know this side of evil—it's not worth knowing, but someone has to fix it, right?

"0197? I thought you stopped having visions. Wait, does your head hurt like it did during the Indian ghost case? Do you need me to bring your crystals?" Taehyung, her best friend who's more like a brother to her, starts rambling on about her current problem.

"For the love of God, shut up, Taehyung," she says, growing more frustrated as the day goes by. The numbers are knocking at her brain, just like the sound of Vecna's grandfather clock.

"I don't exactly know what it is yet; it's like there's no spiritual connection yet, but I can sense it's going to happen soon. Weirdly enough, I can't see when."

"I understand." He doesn't—she and he both know that. But being by her side since the start of this phase of her life, Taehyung knows a lot. He's been there at every difficult point in her life, and she knows he understands at least half of it.