Paranormal
Leo Driver
Paranormal
Paranormal Parasocials: An established ghost-hunting crew of 20-somethings investigating hole-in -walls and local hot spots that not many would expect ghosts to be in.
They’re efficient in their work, despite their young age. Spry Chickens, they were.
I knew they would come my way eventually, most of these, “Companies” do.
I knew what they were here for, the rumors have spread far across the country at this point, especially about Oregon Edge County.
My home, the hidden cabin, is haunted.
And by who?
Me.
The one, the only, Lady Heartful.
The Deamon that holds this
hopeless County with an iron fist.
Once the crew arrives and sets up their gear, I wait. The number one rule is to NOT start activity immediatley.
Wait until they are dissapointed with the lack of action to spill some blood!
Start with the footage. If you don’t like it, destroy it! Then move on with the cat toys, kill their batteries one by one so they cannot tell your movements.
Next are the living themselves, prove to them that you are real and you are their worst nightmare!
Well, that would’ve been the plan, but strangely I stop myself mid step three, when the girl turns to face me. Her marmelade eyes hit me with the realization I have failed to notice until now—
She is my last living relative. If only she could see me—my expression isn’t anything less than mortified.
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