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“yeah! awesome!!”  Dalton beamed up at the man, handing the glasses back to him carefully, having always been taught to respect things that belong to other people. Bouncing a little bit at the prospect of hunting ghosts with him, he grinned and laughed as the man ruffled his hair. 

“Oh cool! Dad has a big falshlight too for when we go to the basement!     I’m a total pro at it! ----can we make our own web-webisode?”

He struggled on the strange sounding word but was bursting with  excitement which the man only encouraged. The sherbet he had had previously didn’t help much easier; his grandmother had given him a lot of sugar after what had happened.to him.

    “We can catch one! Some--- are nice.”

                   He’s laughing as he takes his glasses back for a moment to switch                    on the small torches, but quickly hands them back to Dalton since                    his face was lit up with pure amazement.                    He loved when he could entertain a kid–it was easy and they all                    thought he was neat, unlike most adults. They don’t judge and they’re                    just are filled with love for everyone and everything. They like                    adventure and new things! 

                   To the ghost part his brows raised in thought for a split second                    before resting in their normal positions. He thought for a moment…                    go hunt ghosts? He wouldn’t want to put the kid in any real                    danger–not again. But he could pretend! He didn’t mind doing                    that!

                          ❝ Uh– sure! And if you get bored with that                                       I have a few tapes from our webisodes I                                       think you’ll find interest in. They’re some                                       of our creepiest one’s if you’re up to                                       the challenge…! ❞

                   The man chuckled then and gave Dalton’s hair a little ruffle                    with his hand.                           ❝ But, yes, sure! We can go hunt ghosts!                                        I’ll just need my glasses back, though,                                        so I can actually SEE.. but I’ll give you                                        your own flashlight! It’s pretty big! ❞

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“----like...wearing them?”

“ People who do things with clothes! “

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“ When I grow up I want to be a master tailor just like my father. “

“that's cool! ---what’s a tailor?”

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“what the shit?” vinga muttered under what would have been her breath if she had any. she turned around to see a kid in his adorable pyjamas trying to stand up to her. she couldn’t help but give him a little smile as she put back the blanket. “cute,” she said playfully as she couldn’t help but smirk every so playfully at him. she leant back slightly, not having to lean on anything was definitely a perk of this whole being dead thing. she watched the kid for a moment and then tilted her head slightly. “so how comes you can see me, you don’t have any of that stupid filter shit, the normal ghostbusters have?” she asked him a little curiously.

“don’t curse. i told you to go away and leave him alone.” there were worse ghosts around than her, she wasn’t too bad. she just thought she was scary. he could handle her. but she was an annoyance to the boy. he had had enough  of ghosts bugging him at night. “ i don’t know. i’m asleep.”

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( iwatchedmyselfsleep liked for a ghostie starter )

vinga tried her hardest not to giggle like a fucking idiot as she settled in the bedroom, grinning to herself. she was pretty sure everyone could do with some cheering up but maybe she was taking this a bit too far, then again, she was dead, who was going to tell her off. she slowly peeled the duvet off of her sleeping victim, stifling her giggle as much as she could.

As far as nights go for the boy, Dalton was having a rather peaceful sleep until the spirt found her way into his room. Having been woken previously, the smaller noise emitted at her entrance caused him to stray off on the wrong path during sleep. The young boy had still not quie perfected his abilities yet, nor had a good understanding of them but found it awfully exciting to do what he did. Standing outside of his boy, he saw the stranger attempt to take the sheets off hsi brother’s bed--- Josh was trying to sleep. Getting protective, he stood his ground and muscled up some courage. She didn’t seem like a scary one.

“Hey! Leave him alone.”

His sleeping brother couldn’t hear him of course--- no one could except the girl as they both existed in spirit form; the boy just had to be careful about getting back into his body but right now he was worried for his little brother.

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“diana--- no, diana wait!”

Dalton called for her quickly as she turned away from the teen and proceeded to march away. How on Earth could have Dalton thought that Diana ever would have believed him. He would never have believed her if she had told him this. It was ridiculous but the optmist inside him had thought that maybe for a second the girl would heed his warning.

“please, Diana! I’m not trying to mess with you--- look, I understand you’re angry okay? I know this sounds stupid and I sound like such a dick right now but I promise you-- its true. its true, i fucking swear.” the curse word sounded almost foreign  in Dalton’s mouth as he followed her, struggling to keep up with her brisk pace.

“I can get you proof! Please, don’t be mad at me--- Diana, please I’m just worried about you and I  don’t want anything to happen and fuck, please just slow down!”

“diana— i know this would upset you. you think i would do that on purpose? am i really the type of guy who would risk my friendship with you over some stupid joke? please, just hear me out.”

dalton’s voice remained calm, though looked sad at the disgust and anger coming from the girl sat with him. she would never believe the truth, how could she believe him?? how could she believe in the supernatural? anything dalton would bring up as evidence would sound like crap but all he could be was honest. Diana was going to hate him but he had to warn her.

“you’re not going to believe me. i promise, i swear on my mother’s life that i’m telling the truth. i’ve  never lied to you diana. i— i have this ability, i can do this thing callleld astral projection where i can leave my physical body at night and i can travel? i can travel as a spirit and— as a kid i always saw these horrible, angry spirits around your dad and i was scared because they seemed so angry and vengeful and— i can tell already you think i’m lying but diana its true. i followed your dad to see what he was doing— he went to this warehouse, there was so much bad energy there it was hard to see– but what i did saw was blood. i–saw torture equipment and he— he seemed to be monitoring something from a computer linked up to cameras of these different rooms– it was foggy with all the distractions but i’m being serious—!

and… I think it has something to do with the jigsaw killer.”

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“ it doesn’t look like nothing----   are you okay? i can get my mom   if you want, she’s good at first aid.” Dalton offered, stepping towards Eli a little more in order to get a closer look at her lip that she had bitten but as he got close he couldn’t see any bite mark or wound. Confused and concerned, he wanted to help her but couldn’t think how.

“you kinda look like you got ketchup all on you and didn’t clean it up but its not the right colour to be ketchup so-- i--maybe i should get my mom.”

“—what’s that on your face??”

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“diana--- i know this would upset you. you think i would do that on purpose? am i really the type of guy who would risk my friendship with you over some stupid joke? please, just hear me out.”

dalton’s voice remained calm, though looked sad at the disgust and anger coming from the girl sat with him. she would never believe the truth, how could she believe him?? how could she believe in the supernatural? anything dalton would bring up as evidence would sound like crap but all he could be was honest. Diana was going to hate him but he had to warn her.

“you’re not going to believe me. i promise, i swear on my mother’s life that i’m telling the truth. i’ve  never lied to you diana. i--- i have this ability, i can do this thing callleld astral projection where i can leave my physical body at night and i can travel? i can travel as a spirit and--- as a kid i always saw these horrible, angry spirits around your dad and i was scared because they seemed so angry and vengeful and--- i can tell already you think i’m lying but diana its true. i followed your dad to see what he was doing--- he went to this warehouse, there was so much bad energy there it was hard to see-- but what i did saw was blood. i--saw torture equipment and he--- he seemed to be monitoring something from a computer linked up to cameras of these different rooms-- it was foggy with all the distractions but i’m being serious---!

and... I think it has something to do with the jigsaw killer.”

how could he explain it to her? he took a second to think as he watched the young woman lean a little closer to him. even as a kid, he knew something wasn’t right about her father. it was only now he had proof. in an unplanned astral projection at night, he had walked and followed her father. as a spirit, he saw the horrors that followed the doctor around, but then he saw why. he saw the workshop, and the blood and the sheer amount of planning. he never believed it at first, he couldn’t believe it. but he saw it. and he quickly travelled back to his body because he was terrified of what he said.

“i don’t think you’re safe at home, diana. i—- your dad isn’t a safe person to be around and i’m worried about you. he— i don’t even know how to say this without you thinking i’m crazy. he’s…not a good person. and i’m not saying it to be disrespectful, i’m being serious. “

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how could he explain it to her? he took a second to think as he watched the young woman lean a little closer to him. even as a kid, he knew something wasn’t right about her father. it was only now he had proof. in an unplanned astral projection at night, he had walked and followed her father. as a spirit, he saw the horrors that followed the doctor around, but then he saw why. he saw the workshop, and the blood and the sheer amount of planning. he never believed it at first, he couldn’t believe it. but he saw it. and he quickly travelled back to his body because he was terrified of what he said.

“i don’t think you’re safe at home, diana. i---- your dad isn’t a safe person to be around and i’m worried about you. he--- i don’t even know how to say this without you thinking i’m crazy. he’s...not a good person. and i’m not saying it to be disrespectful, i’m being serious. “

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“diana—– can I talk to you for a moment? its kind of serious– i, you’ll hate me for saying this, but just hear me out.”

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“---what’s that on your face??”

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“diana----- can I talk to you for a moment? its kind of serious-- i, you’ll hate me for saying this, but just hear me out.”

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The young boy quickly offered the piece of paper in his hand to the woman. He had spent all day the day before drawing it for her. He had been too embaressed about it but his mother had insisted her give it to her. He used his best paint too! It was her and a lot of flowers and he had used  glitter to make it sparkly.

“because its stupid.”

faerietanith

“ made you something, don’t laugh!”

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drowniism

“did you see that...?”

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faerietanith

“ made you something, don’t laugh!”