#ghost:chat

It felt strange to go straight back to work after such riveting discourse. Almost as strange as seeing her Lollygag coworkers at her other job. Angel was used to customers sharing ghost stories with her, but none of them felt as serious as this one. Not that she was wholly convinced that what happened to Chester was supernatural — she played the mediator while the rest of the group went back and forth on theories. As usual, Angel made sure others had the chance to share their piece and kept her own cards close to her chest.

She could sense someone still lingering nearby. Angel’s back was turned to them, too busy stacking dirty plates from another table. “Did you want something to eat before you head out?” Not that she would recommend it, but it was her job. “I’ll give you the ghost hunter’s discount.”