The ghost moved towards me again, but this time I was ready. Instead of looking straight at it, I was using the reflections of its eyes in the tile to judge its movements. As it advanced, I scooted backwards. Luckily, I only had to keep this up till daybreak. My chances of survival started to go up... Until my back ran into the fireplace.
I cursed. I had no room to maneuver. The ghost closed in, and I began to panic. I looked around me, and saw a rack of fireplace tools. I grabbed the one closest, the fire poker.
As the ghost closed in to deliver the killing blow, I swung the hook into its side, and it exploded into dozens of ectoplasm fragments, as I promptly fainted.
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Samuel Rand, Ghost Hunter Part Two: Back To The Beginning
ParanormalIn which we flashback to my first up close encounter with a ghost
