Dead Girls

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Chapter One
I meet a freak!
With Cassiopeia Henderson

It was another pitiful day at the Hotel. People. Children, who really shouldn't have been there, were running around. Gross.

Cassiopeia shuddered as two children playing tag ran through her ghostly frame. If it was up to her, she would already be gone. But, alas, the only thing worse than the hotel was a stupid thing called a Tether.

Cassiopeia, wishing to be away from the clutches of the children, moved to the corner of the room, standing there picking at her nails boredly. Everything was so dull.

As she stood in the corner like a future kidnapper, one of the children ran into the wall, passing through her again.

‘How fucking stupid are you to run into a wall?’ asked Cassiopeia in disbelief and annoyance. ‘Bloody children.’

If you couldn't tell, Cassiopeia strongly disliked children.

Cassiopeia stormed to the other corner, wishing the gross kids would leave. It was a bar, for goodness sakes, not a damn IPlay.

Cassiopeia opted to watch the nice old lady with her sixteen cats who sat at the bar drinking Tequila and crying to her cats. Very odd, but almost heartwarming.

Cassiopeia groaned quietly, running a hand through her messy hair. She thought death would be cool- well, not death but the afterlife. This was not heaven, or even purgatory. This was hell on earth.

‘I wish I could die again,’ muttered Cassiopeia to herself. ‘Would probably be more fun then this hellish place.’

Cassiopeia sighed quietly, watching the people and souls. She swore to god, she saw someone looking. Straight. at. her.

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Chapter One
I meet a ghost who hates kids.
With Samuel Cross

Samuel didn't expect to be caught in this predicament. Marvin the ghost had whined about how if he had survived, he would have gone to that new hotel.

‘I can't believe I got guilt-tripped by a ghost,’ muttered Samuel as he followed Marvin to the hotel.

Marvin chuckled and rolled his eyes.

‘Oh please, you love me. And you'll thank me later,’ he said, giggling like a schoolgirl as he pulled Samuel along.

Samuel, despite wanting to go home already, allowed himself to be pulled.

‘But why do I have to come?’ complained Samuel, glaring at Marvin. There was no heat in his gaze, just friendly annoyance.

‘Because someone needs to get my drinks?’

‘You can't drink, dipshit.’

‘Don't be a Spielverderber, Sammy,’ Marvin scolded playfully.

Samuel stared at him, then blinked.

‘A what now?’ he asked, looking at Marvin like he'd just grown a second head.

‘A Spielverderber, duh. Can't you hear?’

Samuel stared at him for a few more moments.

‘What,’ he began, ‘in the name of the good lord below, is a... Whatever you just said?’ asked Samuel incredulously.

‘It's German for 'Party pooper’, idiot,’ Marvin paused in consideration, causing Samuel to bump into him at the sudden stop. ‘Although, knowing German parties, being a Spielverderber might actually be a good thing.’

Samuel pursed his lips.

‘I think I just lost my will to live but, okay? Can we just get this over with?’ he shook his head in exasperation. ‘Honestly, these random facts are so... you.’

They entered the hotel, and that was when Samuel saw her.

A lone soul, standing in the corner while looking at the children with disgust. She was picking her nails boredly.

Samuel must have stopped and zoned out, because Marvin's ghostly hand passed through his head, sending shivers of discomfort down his spine.

‘Come onnnnnn, Sammy,’ whined Marvin. ‘I wanna get drunk!’

‘Oh for- fine, you asshole. I'll get your liquor!’ snapped Samuel, giving him a half-hearted glare.

Marvin gave a giggle, pulling Samuel along as he skipped to the bar. Samuel managed to escape without being noticed by Marvin, heading towards the lone soul.

‘Um, excuse me, miss...’ began Samuel, sitting beside her.

The soul looked at him with dull, lifeless blue eyes.

‘What, you talking to me?’ she asked, scoffing quietly.

Samuel got defensive at her attitude.

‘Do you think I'm talking to the fucking wall? Of course I'm talking to you.’

Lone soul rolled her eyes.

‘Drop the attitude,’ they said in unison.

‘You started it!’ Samuel took a breath to calm down. ‘Look, what's your name?’

‘Why do you want to know?’ asked the lone soul sceptically.

‘Well, I'd rather not call you “Lone Soul” or “The brunette with an attitude”, okay, so what's your name?’

She hesitated, a slight frown crossing her lips before disappearing.

‘Cassiopeia,’ she said reluctantly. ‘Cassiopeia Henderson.’

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Began: 25/5/24 10:6 p.m
Finished: 2/6/24 5:44 p.m
Edited: 2/6/24 5:49 p.m
Published: 2/6/24 5:49 p.m