The fuck. Im practically comforting a murder. "The fuck?" He looks up at me solemnly "I don't really feel like going through what I mean when I say that, I promise I'll tell you later, perhaps when I know you a little better Beatrice Winters." Is this douche canoe seriously flirting with me right now?
Well I better scare this ass clown off.
"I kill Ghosts. Ghosts can sometimes kill people I'm close to. You could die. Thanks for the information, but we're going to stop the Damned Dieters or whatever and we're leaving. So long and Goodnight." I say while turning on my heel "MOM WE'RE GOING BACK TO THE PROJECT. I KNOW SHIT NOW SO LETS BOLT." "No." Hugo says "I'm coming with you. After what happened no way in hell in letting someone else get hurt." Why can't he just listen‽ "You know what? Fuck. It. I'm done. You want to go and get yourself killed? Go right the fuck ahead. You've been warned bitch."
"Good" he says "Glad to see we're on the same page." That smiling bastard.
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"Last chance" I whisper to Hugo as we walk up to the front steps of the old Dieter house. "No way Mrs.sass-master" Fine. He can get his ass killed. I'm done trying to help. "Mom we doing the usual?" She turns and smiles "How else would we?" Hugo turns to me "And um... What exactly is the 'usual' again?" Here we go.
"Okay, we don't kill ghosts, we walk them back to death. We find that finishing their business leads them back to Death quickest. So now we're going into that house to figure out who in that house is haunting it and then we figure out their business and assist them accordingly. Then we leave."
"Oh" is Hugo's response.
"Spirits tend to be more active at night. And it's around 12:30ish now so we have some time to figure stuff out before it becomes really dangerous at 3 am. If we get separated from each other, leave before then if possible and don't stay for 3:15." Hugo looks a little stunned "Yes, ma'am."
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The three of us walk into the house. Is it a good sign that I didn't pass out? It's too quiet for me to feel comfortable.
We walk in to an expensive looking foyer with dirt and dust everywhere. And fucking cobwebs. I fucking hate cobwebs. I'm broken from my rage when deep within the house we hear a door slam and a child's giggle. Then we hear footsteps approaching from the left side of the house and knocking seemingly from inside the walls on the right. Hugo looks like he shit himself. Fuck, this is going to be one hell of a night.
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A Little Death Never Killed Anyone
ParanormalDeath is beautiful, its when all your thoughts and actions combine into this one moment that will be the literal end of you. One day we will all die. Some welcome death and have prepared themselves, some forget about death and he comes in anger anyw...
