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“Yes, now that the receptionist is busy preparing for my <span class="mu-i">prank</span>, I only need to find her speaker in here and turn it off.” You escape your ghost cocoon.
“It isn’t a real ghost, huh?” Vera is accepting of the idea of being haunted for real.
“Do ghosts actually exist?” This is one of those questions you don’t want the answer for but ask anyway because you’re a troublemaker.
“I don’t think it’s the appropriate time to have this discussion.” Vera gets comfier, giving you the back.
“The uncertainty is going to keep me awake.” You point out as you walk around looking for the gadget used to prank you.
“If it’s for health, I’ll tell you. Ghosts exist, but not in the way you think they do.” Vera makes eye contact with you to show she’s being honest.
“Do they fall under the same umbrella as your magic?” You ask more.
“Yes, they do. I get my magic from one, we call them <span class="mu-i">Boogie oogies</span>.” Vera explains further.
“<span class="mu-s">No.</span>” You cut in.
“N-No? No what?” Vera doesn’t understand why you interrupted her.
“Call them something else.” You frown.
“Is this really important to you?” Vera wants to understand the complexity of your character.
“If we don’t establish a decent name early on, we’re gonna get stuck with this silly name.” Like your sister’s. You think it’s a dumb name.
“How about <span class="mu-s">demons</span>?” Vera suggests.
“Are they evil?” You can’t call an angel a demon… it makes no sense!
“No, mine is very agreeable. But they’re fighting to see who rules their world, so I can’t imagine it being any other place than hell.” Vera holds the cat plushy.
“They’re fighting among themselves?” You want to know more!
“I’ll explain tomorrow if you want, but you’ll have to team up with me for the long haul if you really want to know. You hear me? Anyway, did you find the speaker?” Vera wants to go back to sleep.
“Yeah, it was under the rug. I’ll pull the plug.” You pull the cables from this boxy speaking device and put them back in the hole. To think you were stepping on them this whole time is kind of surreal. Not magic and ghost type of surreal, but it gives you an icky feeling. “I think we’ll be good. Now return to slumber, my cute little mousy.”
“I… FINE! Good night again, Noodle man.” Vera rolls over with great intention.
You join her side after turning off the lights once again and go back to sleep…
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It’s Tuesday morning, April 18th. If this was a normal day, you’d be preparing for school, but it’s not. You’re in some motel that you found, sleeping next to a rat, and listening to someone furiously beating down on this room’s door.
“Hey! Hey! HEY!” That’s the receptionist, yelling at you to hurry up to open the door.
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