#visionsent

The house that she follows the ghost to looks spooky, and stereotypically haunted. She doesn’t bother with the door, simply floating through, and getting a feel for the place. It was kind of gross, and really old. Hands on her hips, she calls out. “I dunno where you are, ghost guy, but I’m gonna throw you to the other side, whether you like it or not!” She usually quite friendly, but when she gets pissed, she’s pissed.

happy birthday , but i’m the alpha halloween baeby , suck it :/

            ❝  don’t ask me how i know this, but i heard through the grapevine you’re the person to talk to if you need something, uh...  something not-natural dealt with.  ❞   she makes it sound so ominous, like she’d heard about it on the dark web or through some back-channel tome of supernatural necronomicon, but really she’s just embarrassed to admit that she trawled around on a ‘nerd website’ to find his number.   ❝  i’m just gonna tell you straight-up  ----  i think i’m being stalked by a demon.  ❞

——- ❝ Maybe everything is meant to be ❞

She’s not used to confrontation. Her parents had always sheltered her from it, until the day that her life had nearly come to an end. Weak had always been a word used to describe her, or timid, if they were trying to be nice. For the most part, she never had a reason to confront anyone, or for people to confront her. Not until the word witch had come up.

Her immediate reaction is fear, before anything as happen. He has the same look in his eyes that they did that day, and that’s what makes her want to cry on the spot. “U-Uhm, can I uhm, help you?” She barely gets the words out of her mouth.

    “ i’m NOT saying i’m right , you know —— ” pause for effect , and an arch of eyebrows that prepares for the punchline . “ i’m just saying you’re WRONG ” .