The Haunting of Sunshine Girl

Chapter 24

So Sunshine's just woken up after last night's weird events and feels a little ruffled. Actually, she's not sure how long she slept. Going back to that void is hard to achieve once your mother has walked in to your room growling for no apparent reason.

It was weird. So, so weird. She knows that some of her subscribers have — have been talking about stuff. She doesn't believe it. She doesn't even really believe people can be possessed. But even if it is real, Sunshine doesn't believe that it's happening to her mom.

Maybe she can take her mother to the doctor or something. If she agrees, of course. But Sunshine is positive things will resolve on their own.

Haven't they always?
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Thank God, Sunshine's mom is doing much better. She's lost her fever and her mood has certainly improved — her personality seems to be coming back. She's not so.. weird.

She's kind of amused so many people thought her mother was possessed. Funny joke. Doesn't exist, and Kat certainly isn't being held by some demon. That's insane. But now they don't have to go to the doctor. It all seems to be... good.

Oh. It took a lot of effort on Sunshine's part, but she's finally been able to convince a very established, well-known medium to come out and look at the place and help them out and everything. So, that'll be fun. Maybe. Kind of.

(Even if he doesn't really want to come out because he thinks her videos are fake.)

It should be interesting because.. well, he's coming tomorrow. She's excited.

Hopefully only good news is shared.
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Later that evening, Sunshine receives a voicemail from LeMaster.

"Greetings young girl, this is LeMaster, paranormal expert." Sunshine rolls her eyes and ignores his quick, worrisome tone. "I am looking in to the photo that you gave me, I need you to call me back as soon as possible. You are in grave danger." Her eyes widen with confusion and doubt as his voice shakes over the speaker. "There is a haunting at play."

She blinks slowly, pursing her lips and placing her phone down. Guess she'll have to call him back.
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"So, whenever you're ready, it's on."

Sitting on the gray living room couch is a decently-aged man. He's wearing a plain, pale tan business coat, with a white undershirt and khaki pants. His shoes are dressy and a tight belt wraps around his waist. His arms are resting along the sides of the pillows in a calm, passive sort of manner, and his light eyes reflect genuine curiosity. His white hair is slick and wavy on his head. "So I introduce myself?"

"Yeah, sure." Sunshine leans back on the other couch, eyes flickering down to the flashing red camera light.

"My name is Alistair Turnbull," the man begins, British accent heavy and grating against his throat. He almost sounds like the narrator on Planet Earth. "I'm a recognized medium and exorcist." He lifts his hands before they flop back down. "I work mostly in the ancient kingdoms of Great Britain and Ireland. In fact, the smelly ghost of leper castle is one of my greatest successes."

Full of himself, much?

"Haunted Sunshine Girl," he continues. "Very personable. Very attractive. Very believable. But, I think there is some trickery here."

Sunshine makes a face.

"You see — a poltergeist. A poltergeist literally means, in German, noisy ghost. A poltergeist.. generally haunts a specific person, usually a young adolescent. Puberty. Hormones. Racing. And that could explain." He pauses. "That could explain the unicorn moving, explain the doors slamming, it could explain the noises."