#ghostygoo

It wasn’t often that Otogi could actually see the ghost his father was making him speak too. In fact, usually he couldn’t see it at all. He could just feel how horrible it’s aura was. Usually the feeling was so overwhelming that the air itself felt thick and too hard to breathe. 

But this ghost was different. Hell, this ghost was cute. Even still, the ravenette couldn’t think of what questions to ask him. What would make him stay? What would make him open up? For some reason his father had been obsessed, now more than ever, ,with getting his son into the occult. The board had been shoved at him almost every day and finally he gave in and decided to get it over with. As much as he hated the thing, today seemed to actualy bring him someone nice.

And then Otogi ruined it by asking the wrong question. The instant the planchette was ripped from his fingers, he felt himself stiffen up completely. His heart felt like it stopped in his chest, his body growing cold and his body seeming to forget how to breathe. There was so much terror in the dice master as the boar flipped off of the table, and before he knew it, he was huddled up against the nearest wall trying to cover himself up for safety.

“I’m sorry! I’m so so so sorry. I was stupid. Please, I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to ask I--please don’t hurt me..”

Too many times, the ravenette had been pushed, scratched, bitten and bruised in these encounters. And far too many times he’d been left sobbing in the corner when his father finally came to collect him. Knowing that he was locked in the room just made everything worse. 

@sixpenceee

Alrighty, I think it's time to share this story.

Its a doozy, but hang in there. I think its worth it.

So I work in a hotel overnight. Already a great set up right? Ever since I started I felt chill and eyes on me all the time. I would hear noises and the sound of clanking dish ware in the kitchen. I simply told myself it was nothing, that this was my imagination running wild being alone at night. Until one evening.

The night started out rather boring with my usual routine I'd made. Soon the noises and howls I'd heard previously only grew and persisted. No matter how much I turned up the thermostat it remained bone chilling cold in my little area. I recall vividly, when I was sitting at a table with my head prompt up on my hands watching tv, I couldn't move. I suddenly felt a huge weight on my shoulders as if being held down. Now my head was on the table, hands folded nearly under my chin, terrified that I couldn't move my head up. It was only when I managed to get my elbow over the edge of the table that I fell almost out of chair thus jarring me enough to move freely.

After this, I needed to go back to the kitchen to make breakfast. The sound of whispers and feeling of eyes upon me never left. I heard a large clang from where the stove was, like a metal container had fallen. I didn't find anything out of place and hurried out.

Next, I needed to check our laundry room. Keep in mind, I had virtually no guests this evening and it was already close to 3am. I get in the room, and leave the door cracked so its easier to push the cart out. As I'm gathering laundry, I hear a young girls voice clear as day outside the door. I'm already spooked so I go to check it out. Nothing. I checked the camera and guess what? No kiddos up at 3am, jist an odd haze.

Now, I have to go upstairs (its only two floors, stair only) and drop of papers. As I get to the end of the long hallway, Then I heard the distinct sound of an elevator "ding!" And footsteps, getting louder, and louder till they stop. I can hear whispers, but not from occupied rooms; it sounds like its right behind me.

I bolt down the stairs. We don't have an elevator.

At this point, I'm left with a chilly backroom and my heart beating out of my chest. When morning comes, I tell my boss what happened, expecting a laugh or "haha you muat have tired to imagine all that!" Nope, instead I got,

"oh, you've met Lucinda."

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah, we have a ghost here, we named her Lucinda. But don't worry, we think she's a child and isn't bad, she just wants to play. Nothing bad has ever happened. Sometimes if she's playing to rough we yell 'stop playing Lucinda!' The noises stop right away."