Things were running as usual in the Tribune staffroom this week; Imp laughing maniacally in the corner, smudges of ink on his face and hands; bass blared through the office from the dimly lit back room where Naz sat, his pupils slowly forming corners as he stared at the tiny screen in front of him.
The last thing any of the slaves... err.. I mean, staff... expected was Miss Fortune, flying out of her office in a fit of fury, outdated Tribune issues being flung into the air behind her.
"What is the meaning of this?!" she shouted furiously, and I squinted at the paper she was brandishing in my face, recognizing it as the December 14th issue of the Tribune. For a moment, I was confused - then I spotted the comments section.
Originally Posted by Miss Fortune
Originally Posted by Mindless Invalid
I had only meant it as a passing joke, but Fortune's eyes had taken on an ominous red glow, and with that last, furious look, she told me I could 'EDIT THE DAMN PAPER MYSELF THEN,' and stormed out.
"Bu... but I just make the games..."
It was too late. She was gone. Once we'd finished the staff party, those of us ho were'nt nursing too bad a headache, and hadn't resigned in protest at Fortunes' departure got to work to bring you
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The front door swung open to a pale faced Amber, her hair tousled from feverishly raking her fingers through it to calm her nerves - though to her dismay, it only agitated Elizabeth, her resident little girl ghost, even more. The sounds upstairs had not stopped, though Sam's appearance had ceased the ruckus. The relief on her face was evident in the small smile Sam cracked.
"I'm so glad you're here," said Amber, heaving a sigh.
Sam was quiet, but allowed a reassuring hand to rest on her shoulder as he was guided inside. "Things look... different," said Imp. His statement was met with a nervous chuckle from Amber.
"Yeah, sorry," apologized Amber, "It's been awhile since you were over last. Things have just been.. hectic."
Sam nodded, "No, no, it's fine."
Amber tilted her head, furrowing her brow. "You alright?" she asked, skepticism oozing from her question.
"Yeah, of course. Just you know," said Sam, trailing off, "Worried about you is all. You don't call me often."
"So-" a shrill shriek cut their conversation short - Elizabeth had darted through a wall, her normal appearance distorted and fuzzy. To Amber, the girl's terrorized face was clear as day, despite the 'shattered' appearance she managed to manifest. The friends extended a look before the sound of crashing glass was heard upstairs. "Oh no," Amber whined, "I just replaced that vase last week!"
"Well, let's get going before things get worse."
It wasn't like Sam to take charge, though with her fried nerves, she allowed him to lead the way up the creaking old, wooden stairs, following close behind. Elizabeth had disappeared after making herself known in the entrance way, leaving her alone with an unusual Sam as her protector. Being the Medium, she should've been the one in the lead, but she figured things might be easier for Sam since his sensitivity to the paranormal was a lot less than what she grew up with. An old woman peaked her head through the center of one of the guest room doors, shouting obscenities about all the noise. She tried to reassure the elderly woman, but received an unpleasant hand gesture for her actions.
The sounds of boxes falling in the attic grew louder and more frequent as they approached the drop down ladder, which was left open thanks to Elizabeth and her fear. "Stay here," said Sam, one hand reaching to grab his flash light, the other taking hold of the ladder's rungs. He froze as a hand touched his back, tugging at his shirt. He turned to look into the concerned eyes of Amber, displeased her with lack of professionalism.
"Be careful, okay? If you feel sick, don't stay-"
"-I know what I'm doing," he retorted, pulling away from her grasp and ascended the ladder into the attic. He was prepared for whatever had manifested its self up in a dark, crowded, dust-covered attic, but the absence of paranormal entities struck him as odd. He had been in the business for ages - he knew what he felt was a true haunting, however... he couldn't be too sure about what lived in this damp, god forsaken place.
His flash lights dull beam bounced off an oddly colored surface, and upon investigation, the tattered white cloth covering up a rose colored mirror had been torn askew from a fallen box. He stepped over a few fallen books that spilled from the box like its innards. A misstep caused him to stumble when his boot hit an oddly organic structure. Whatever it was, making a bizarre hissing sound for darting off. He tried following its movements with his flash light, but it was moving too fast - like a cheetah dashing across the Savanna grasslands.
Another box crashed to the floor, and he scarcely had time to move before a black shape lunged at him through mid air. He felt claws lashing through the air, slashing wildly as he held whatever it was by the fur - skin? - whatever it was. Red eyes gleamed in the darkness, the mass squirming mass hissing and sputtering.
This has to be a joke,
though Imp as he kicked some boxes out of his way and descended down the attic ladder, the monster held an arm length away. The shocked look on Amber's face was a memorable sight. Her expression immediately shifted from shock to disappointment to anger in a matter of seconds.
"It's just a cat."
Sam nodded, "Yeah, just a cat."
"But.. It scared Elizabeth," Amber went on to say, "No way an animal could scare an apparition that bad!"
"Well," he shrugged, dangling the scruffy black cat precariously over a sharp edged table, "I guess even ghosts are scared of somethin'." She wasn't pleased, "I can get rid of it if you want."
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever - just get it out of here."
Outside on the street, Imp's appearance returned to normal, earning him a very hostile yowl from the flea-bitten feline. He shook it to knock some sense into his pea brain, before lifting it to face level. "You're a feisty little demon. Don't you know ghosts can see through your disguise?" Red eyes darted away, but there was a distinct droop in the creature's shoulders. "Normally, I'd let you go - seeing what you are - but my pets
are seething with anger and they're very hungry.
Things went back to normal in Amber's home - or as normal as it would ever be for her. Whatever true form the feline possessed was stripped from it without a shred of mercy from Imp. With such a flesh eating beast, why show it any compassion compared to the horrendous things it did to its prey? Sam eventually woke up but the whole ordeal shook him too much for him to reveal who the person really was that solved her paranormal issue. Would she even believe him? No. He didn't even believe himself
by Miss Fortune.
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table of contents
introduction - breaking news - the Storyteller
roleplay advertisements - private spotlight
member of the week - from the mouth of the members
the laughing stock - the skeptic review