ToastedGhost

Part 7

It wasn't his fault. It couldn't be his fault. He never ment to cause pain or fear to his partner. He never thought that he could.

It was a very cloudy day, the trees were raining red and orange, making a crispy path to follow. The day was just an average fall day. The air was crisp and Ghost was walking down his sidewalk waiting for Toast. The sky was beginning to set, and the hours of daylight was slipping away from their grasp. An old woman had just called in, asking them, PIE, to report to her house and check out her attic. It wasn't that bad of a report, they had gotten worst before, but darkness was a bad time to check these things out. Darkness and ghosts never went together, never.

As the time ticked away, the darkness coming closer, Toast arrived in his car. Ghost without questioning his partner ran up the pathway and jumped into his car, giving him the directions to the old woman's house. Arriving at the woman's house, they jump out of the car and approach the woman's door. As they make their way down the pathway to her house a cold wind blows, chilling their bodies.

Knocking on the door, the woman opens it allowing them in. After telling them where to look, they begin their journey up to her attic. Once they approach the opening they set their items down on the ground. Taking a flashlight and a ghost detector they begin to walk up the ladder to the attic.

After hours of looking around, and not finding anything, they start to make their way down the ladder. It was dark and the air was cold. After the job they assure the woman nothing is wrong, and take their pay. Walking to their car a loud noise from the bushes startles them. The sudden noise scares them, causing Ghost to wack Toast in the face. That day Toast got a bruise and wouldn't stop blaming Ghost, or that's what Ghost said.