Johnny Ghost was woken up by the loud beeping coming from his bedside alarm clock, which read 11:30 AM. Ghost rolled over onto his chest and threw his hand onto the clock to shut it off, then sat up groggily to get dressed for the day.
Ghost threw on a white t-shirt and his favourite grey hoodie as he was headed on his way to his bathroom to brush his teeth. When he got there, he stared at himself in the mirror. The bags under his eyes were getting darker.
He sighed and began to brush his teeth...but as soon as he put the toothbrush in his mouth, his cellphone rang. He groaned and checked to see who was calling him.
"💖Toast💖"
He sighed, spat out what little toothpaste he'd had in his mouth, and picked up.
"Hello sir," Ghost's partner, Johnny Toast, was on the other end. "Where are you right now?"
"I'm...at my house?"
"You're supposed to be at the scene, sir..."
Ghost's heart dropped. Oh no, he thought, I forgot. How could I forget?
"Are you still there, sir?"
Ghost coughed, "yeah- yeah, I'm here, I'll uh- I'll be right there!" Then he hung up before Toast could get another word in.
Ghost dropped his toothbrush in the sink and bolted out of the house and into his car. He started up the engine, groaned to himself again, and began to drive. After fifteen minutes, he realized he was still wearing his socks and slippers instead of shoes. Gosh dang it, I'm so stupid. Can't even remember my shoes, let alone an entire paranormal investigation...
He grumbled to himself and kept driving; turning around now would take too long.
At least today can't get any worse...can it?
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Ghost pulled into the driveway of an enormous mansion located in a rural area outside the city he lived in. At least he didn't have to go too far for a case this time.
He stepped out and ran over to Toast, pulling his hood up over his head. "I-I'm here!" He said through panting breaths. Toast rolled his eyes.
"Just get here on time next time, okay sir?"
"Yeah, sure. So, who are we helping?"
"Nobody, Johnny. Nobody lives here." Toast paused, "well, not anymore."
"Wait, what?" Ghost straightened his back and checked his belt for his ghost hunting supplies. He left it all in the car. "Crap, I'll be right back," he said as he went on his way back to his car. Toast followed him.
"There's been several reports from previous owners of this house about a violent entity in their home. What we've gathered so far is that it has an odd obsession with knives- one person said it hoarded them in the corner of their bedroom." Toast spoke as he walked behind Ghost, "others have woken up with weird scratches on their bodies."
"That's weird..." Ghost replied, opening the back door of his car to grab his supplies.
"Indeed it is, sir. Is everything there?"
Ghost counted all the tools he brought with him and nodded, "yep, let's go."
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Ghost led the way into the dark house. The inside was somehow as dark as night, despite it being the middle of the day.
"Ugh, can't see a bloody thing in here..." Toast muttered, then began looking for windows. As soon as Ghost had his flashlight out, Toast had opened some dust-covered curtains, letting some light into the house. "Much better," he said.
