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The opinions were in. Haley had a ghost problem. Which, I mean, she knew. Sort of. She had a ghost problem. Emphasis on the past tense had. They showed up for a week or so at sunset and left at sunrise. But that hadn’t happened in a while. Over. Done. No more ghosts. No more Bec-- Nothing more to see.

So the whole ramen catastrophe of 2015 had to be a fluke. Because if these ghosts could hang around, why wouldn’t her sister still be here? Why wouldn’t she keep hanging out and making fun of Haley’s life and wardrobe and choices? She had considered the possibility that this was Becca fucking with her, sure. Only she was pretty sure that if her sister were messing with her, she would have started tossing things out of the closet first and foremost. Maybe messing up her makeup. Again. Haley so did not miss the eyeliner swiping that Bex was notorious for. 

The thought stung her straight through her chest. Every time Haley started to think that she could remember her sister without the pain or guilt, she was proven dead wrong. 

Nope, nothing about the weird cold spots and occasional book and ramen tossings indicated to her that this was her sister so she couldn’t figure out how this was possible and why this person was hanging around if that were the case. Didn’t hurt to let the 20 year experienced exorcist who volunteered to show up give the apartment a one over, though.

Plus, knowing for sure what was causing the weirdness was probably going to make her life goal to be a couch potato forever a whole lot easier and less spooky.

The buzzer went off and Haley popped out of her seat and let whoever was on the other side come in. She was 90% sure it was Rebecca and on the off chance it wasn’t, that’s what peep holes were for. 

...Not that she knew what Rebecca looked like. 

The woman on the other side of the door who came into view a minute or so later had dark hair, average height, and looked weirdly young. Especially for someone with two decades of this under her belt.

Did she have two decades of life under her belt? Was she ghost hunting in utero what the hell was this? Hmm, it was hard to tell in fish eye view. 

So….probably a ghost then? Noticed anything else weird going on?

It had been quite a while since Harold had really left his lab. He was perfectly alright with that. It was that curse that happened when a project reached eighty percent or more complete. Maybe if he stayed there for just one more hour working he'd be that much closer. And then another hour and he'd be nearly done. 

Naturally, this added up to a host of hours gone and past and the thing still wasn't completely done. Though now he was certain he was almost there, really truly. Now it was just a matter of testing this stimuli and the electrical currents. Harold must have changed the circuitry five times today alone. Or maybe it was seven. It was possible that the whole thing had taken longer than just the day. Who really knew. Time was the first thing to fall by the wayside, after all.

Harold was hunched over the table, his soldering iron locking the last wire for this round into place, when a rap on the door sent him jumping out of his seat. His heart pounding, the first thing he did was check to be sure his work was safe. Lucky for him, it appeared his hand jerked out of the way just in time. Lucky for whoever was at the door, more like. "What is it?" he grumbled, refusing to leave his spot at the workbench to get the door. He knew for a fact he hadn't invited anyone to his lab for today. This had better be pressing or it could wait. 

[pm] Monsters from the forest picked off those who were transported the first time. Came every night to feed. Hence all the bones everywhere. And, well– when the monsters didn’t come, people went after each other. /Ate/ each other.

[pm] The kind that hang out in the cemetery by their graves because they miss their loved ones but have nowhere to go. Hypothetically. And the other spirit was a Brollachan. Again, hypothetically.