My Life With a Killer (Jimmy Casket. VenturianTale Fanfiction)

Chapter 19

(Carter's POV)
"Carter if you don't wake up now then I'm gonna let Jimmy and his knife handle this!" Ghost yelled.

My blanket was pulled off my body causing me to curl up into a ball. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, rubbing my eyes and yawning.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"No need to be crabby," Johnny mumbled. "We have the investigation today and we need to get going. Get dressed and meet us in the van outside."

He left the room, shutting the door behind him. I could hear the rain beating against the roof. Wen I pulled back the curtain I was met with a bleak grey sky. The weather matched my mood, cold and depressing. Hopefully a few hours with the Johnny's will make me happier, I thought.

I pulled on the sweater Ghost gave me, black leggings, and my tan UGGS. After brushing through my hair, I ran to the kitchen to grab a granola bar before jumping into the back of the white van.

"A snack?" Ghost laughed.

"What? I'm hungry," I mumbled.

He laughed at me before giving Toast the address to the house. Ghost was sitting on the small bench across from me in the back while Toast drove.

"Nice sweater, you have a really good sense of style," Johnny teased.

"Shut up," I said, rolling my eyes. "So what do you guys usually do on these ghost hunting investigating things?"

"Just try to get rid of it," Johnny said.

"And it won't hurt me, right?" I asked.

"Probably not," Ghost said.

"That doesn't sound very reassuring," I said. "What are we dealing with?"

"Just simple things," he said. "Ghosts possessing objects and running around the house."

"How long until we get there?" I asked.

"It should be about an hour, miss," Toast answered from the front.

"Then I have some time to sleep," I mumbled.

I laid down and quickly drifted off into sleep with the movement of the van.

"Carter! Get your lazy butt up or else I'll pick you up and throw you in the puddle!" Johnny yelled.

I grumbled under my breath before hopping out of the vehicle. In front of me was a large, Victorian styled house. I followed the Johnny's up to the porch and Ghost rang the doorbell. A frantic looking, middle aged women opened the door.

"I'm Johnny Ghost, paranormal investigator extraordinaire!" Johnny "This is my partner, Johnny Toast! And this is Carter!"

Toast nodded in recognition and I gave a small wave. I saw a pot move quickly across the ground behind her.

"Uh... did that pot run?" I asked.

"You should probably get out of the house while we work," Ghost advised the lady.

She nodded before scurrying out the door and driving down the street. We went into the house and started tracking down the missing pot.

"Seems like a level two point six," Toast informed. "Harmless but annoying. Only possessing objects and running around."

"And what do we do about that?" I asked curiously.

"Well, first off we have to line the perimeter of the house with salsa," Johnny explained. "After that, we have to hit it with crowbars."

"Crowbars?" I asked.

"That's right," Toast confirmed. "And you can do the honors of lining the house."