ghostlyencountersofthefourthkind

[ghostlyencountersofthefourthkind]

Episode 2: Ghostly Encounters of the Angry Poltergeist

I, Aamon—Arch-Demon of Wrath and Grand Marquis of Hell—am quite easily frightened by the disembodied spirits of the dead. While it’s an embarrassing weakness to have in Hell, here on Earth, I can fortunately play it off as having a socially acceptable, perhaps even a healthy amount of superstition.

Having been banished to Earth toward the end of my losing battle against the Heavens, I have taken on the appearance of a mundane human in order to fulfill a contractual obligation to my new human companion, Alex. And although he is concerningly susceptible to possession, he has no connection to the Weave at all. Making him a rather brazen and fearless idiot who unwittingly gets himself into trouble with the supernatural world.

Today is no exception.

Alex films our expedition with his digital camera as we walk the halls of an old, dilapidated psych ward. I never expected I’d willingly subject myself to this kind of torment. Waltzing into a very obviously inhabited place uninvited is rude and invasive. Yet Alex insists his YuToob channel—whatever that is—will “pop off” if we manage to capture footage of supernatural activity. What he doesn’t know is that as we walk through this half-demolished hall with faded teal paint chipping off around circles of water damage and creaky wooden floors with sunken puddles of mildew, a poltergeist is following us.

I know it’s a poltergeist by the amount of energy it emits through the Weave. Ghosts have a relatively weak emission. Poltergeists can range from a little bit stronger to a lot stronger. The Weave is the fundamental first realm of the universe. A realm made of pure energy where our souls reside. Its energy permeates every other realm of time and space, connecting all living things. It’s also the reason that those born with a weaving system have magical abilities. Not all beings evolved to have a weaving system. Humans are especially lacking in Weavers—like Alex.

This particular poltergeist isn’t all that powerful, and its naturally white energy is tinted green. Meaning the emotions keeping it tethered to the third realm—the physical realm—are rooted in the sin of envy. It’s a detail that only demons can pick up on due to our nature. This one could leech off the energy of nearby human souls to possibly manipulate small aspects of its surroundings. On its own, it’s not much of a threat, but depending on what’s in its surroundings, it could be deadly.

I ignore it for now since it’s not doing anything except floating uncomfortably close to my shoulder. But I’m seconds away from losing it. If it’s chilly figure so much as grazes my shoulder, I will not be able to maintain my composure.

The pale green apparition rubs its bony hands together, arms curled into its chest. It watches Alex intensely, staring holes into the back of his head. A stray hair tickles the edge of my ear as if someone brushed me with an ice cube. Shivers tingle down my spine. My body stiffens, preparing to fight or flight at a moment’s notice.

“Woah, check this out!” Alex says, swiftly ducking into a room up ahead marked with a sign that says “operating room.”

The poltergeist perks up, creating some space between us. I relax just a little bit.

A broken red light hangs on the wall above the door frame. The door itself reaches awkwardly into the hallway, holding onto its frame by a single rusty hinge at the bottom. I maneuver between a collection of dusty, broken wheelchairs and a tall pile of boxes filled with patient files. Their yellowing pages curl at the corners. The poltergeist leaves me behind, phasing through the file boxes and the wall as if they aren’t there.

“Ugh,” I shiver involuntarily. I hate it when they do that.

Luckily, it didn’t touch me, but I’m going to have to enter the room where it’ll most likely be waiting. What if it jumps out at me? I stare into the room with dread.

“Hey Aamon, are you coming in?” Alex asks, panning his camera over to me as I stand a ways back from the doorway. “Don’t tell me you’re scared, are you?”

“I am not scared.”

I am.

“Then come in and take a look at this.”

Reluctantly, I walk in, keeping my eyes peeled for the poltergeist. Relief washes over me when I spot it in the far corner of the small room, mumbling to itself.

“Isn’t it cool in here?” Alex asks with his camera pointed at me.

“Oh yeah, sure,” I pretend to care about the room, looking around while keeping the poltergeist in the corner of my vision. Alex finds something more interesting to focus on, yapping to his camera as he walks around.

The ground is slightly damp and has grown green moss. The half-tiled walls are littered with graffiti, and the large windows on the far wall look to have been deliberately broken. Shattered glass peppers the floor beneath them. Layers of old off-white paint dangle from the high, arched ceiling. In the middle of the room sits a medical examination chair. The beige vinyl is busted in a few areas, exposing the foam interior. All the metal parts are rusted around the joints, including the two leg stirrups sticking out from the base. A small metal cart to the right of the chair looks to be less affected by rusting, except for the single scalpel sitting on the top tray. To the left of the chair stands a large, circular light fixture. Its eight busted lights look like empty eye sockets. Alex hops into the chair, and it shakes a little as he settles in.

“Be careful,” I caution him.

I don’t know what might trigger the emotions the poltergeist has associated with this place that’s keeping it here. There’s a possibility it’s simply following us around. The other possibility is that this room is of significance to it. If that’s the case, we should try to be as respectful as possible.

“Don’t you think it’d be hot to have sex on this chair?” Alex says bluntly, kicking his feet up into the shaky stirrups.

By Satan’s wrath, this idiot…

My eyes shift from Alex to the poltergeist in a split second of horror. I think it’s just as shocked as I am, staring at Alex in silence with its jaw hanging open. I hear the buzzing sound of the camera lens adjusting as Alex zooms in on my face, grinning brazenly.

“Excuse me?” I break the awkward silence.

“Y’know, like, I think it’d be kinda hot in a morbid sort of way. Like taboo—”

“On second thought. Stop talking,” I cut him off, taking a quick stride to reach him and cupping a hand over the lens.

“What? Why? Do demons get embarrassed about those sorts of things, too?” Alex asks innocently.

I guess he remembers I’m a demon today.

“No, it’s just—”

The poltergeist’s color changes from its sickly green to a frosty red. An indication of the sin of wrath.

“I… was… tortured in this room!” The poltergeist’s shrill voice rings in my ears like the sharp tip of a pitchfork scraping across a concrete floor.

I freeze as the sound overwhelms my sensitive ears. It’s too painful for me to hear a voice created directly by the Weave, but I can’t show that I heard it, so I just have to take a moment to internally cry in pain.

“Hey, are you okay?” Alex’s worried voice feels relieving to hear. Like applying a heating pad to joint pain.

“I’m fine,” I reply.

A sudden tremor ripples through the room, shaking loose objects like a miniature earthquake.

“Woah,” Alex returns to filming, panning the room and turning his back to the pissed-off spirit. The rusty scalpel sitting on the metal cart in between us and the poltergeist takes off, shooting through the air and heading straight for the back of Alex’s head. In a flash, I catch the stupid thing just before impact.

I don’t want to. I really don’t want to.

Agitation flares in my chest, and I crush the soft, metal scalpel’s handle in my palm out of frustration.

I don’t want to fight it, but when facing an enemy, you should never show fear.

I straighten my back and stare down the poltergeist as menacingly as I can. It startles at my glare, realizing I can see it.

“Hey, where’d you get the scalpel from?” Alex asks me, whipping his camera around to get a close-up of it.

Taken off guard, I stammer out the first thing that comes to mind. “Oh, uh—the floor?”

“Can I have it?”

“Uh… sure…”

I hand him the deformed scalpel.

“Woah, it’s all bent up. I wonder what happened to it. Leave a comment down below if you think the cause is science or supernatural.”

I try to rein in my amusement, but I can’t stop the corners of my lips from twitching up. He is… not the most perceptive human I’ve met. Perhaps having no connection to the Weave lowers his overall spatial awareness. That or he’s… a dull blade, as we hell-born would say.

Alex hops off the chair to get a closer look at the graffiti on the wall to our left. I look back at the poltergeist, but it’s gone. Fear grips my chest as I scour the room.

“What are you looking for?” Alex asks.

I turn to him just in time to see the spirit phase through the wall behind him and take possession of his body. Alex’s faint aura shifts from its usual red to pale green as the poltergeist’s aura overtakes him. I prepare myself to knock him out. I don’t know how to exorcise spirits. That’s holy magic stuff. But if you kick someone in the head hard enough, you might make the spirit want to self-evict to avoid the pain.

The problem is that I don’t want to cause my contractor any harm. It’ll look bad during my performance review once I collect his soul and return to Hell. Alex laughs maniacally. It sounds weird coming from him. He drops his camera, and I stealthily catch it before it hits the ground using the telekinetic ability bestowed upon me by our contract. My hand and the camera glow with red energy from the Weave. I set it on the ground gently. The poltergeist doesn’t seem to notice, too enraptured by his own return to mortality.

“Finally, I live again! Now I can get rid of you and pay a visit to those doctors who had their way with me all those years ago.” His voice is hoarse and creepy.

His dark brown eyes have lost their usual light. He grips the bent scalpel in both hands, readying himself to rush me. I don’t know how he thinks this will be a fair fight or why he chose to possess Alex over me, but spirits aren’t so creepy once they’re back in a meat sack. I huff with newfound confidence. The scalpel won’t do me any harm. I’ll bait him into close quarters and punch him in the solar plexus. It’s a spot on the body close enough to a human’s soul to where their soul resides, so it should rattle him enough without dealing massive damage to Alex.

“Ack!” He grips his face and stumbles. “Why are my eyes in pain? What—who? Who’s there? How are there others in possession of this body?”

Ah, so he’s meeting the others.

I relax my stance. I might not have to get involved at all. A few days into our contract, Alex mentioned to me that he has a mental disability called Dissociative Identity Disorder. He calls himself a “system,” which is a term referring to himself and the others as a group of individuals living in his mind that make up a collective consciousness. They call themselves the Riot Gang. I’ve only met a few so far. Both times, I thought Alex had become possessed by some sort of spirit. It wasn’t until after I threatened the first one with torture that the “alter,” as they’re called, told me it was an illness, not a supernatural occurrence. Although the second alter I met claimed to be a demon like myself. I didn’t know him by his moniker, and he wouldn’t tell me his real name, so however true that may be, I’m still trying to figure out.

“Oh, god. It’s so crowded in here.” The poltergeist grips his hair in agony. “Why are there multiple humans in here? Why—demons? There are demons… and spirits… shadowy creatures… get away from me! Stay away!” He flails the scalpel around uselessly. Whatever he’s interacting with, they aren’t physically present. “Oh, god. These memories—this pain—there’s so much. Ah! No! It hurts! Please, please stop! I’ve been through enough myself.” Tears fall from his eyes, and his body shivers. It pains me to watch. “Ah!” He screams abruptly and stumbles backward into the exam chair.

On impact, the poltergeist ejects himself rather violently, trying to catch the breath he doesn’t need as he swirls around above Alex. I swoop in before his limp body falls to the floor and prop him up in the corner closest to me. Using my telekinesis again, I bring him his camera and place it in his lap.

“Just what are you beings?” The poltergeist asks fearfully.

When an enemy is deeply wounded, it’s best to break their spirit as well so they never think to challenge you again. I’m not supposed to reveal my true self on Earth, but what’s a lone poltergeist tied to an abandoned asylum gonna do?

I shift forms, growing taller and larger as I turn to face it. “I am the arch-demon Aamon.” My skin color changes from a deep tan to crimson red. My arms and legs darken in a gradient from crimson to coal black. “Marquise of Hell, ruler of 47 legions.” My feet become cloven hooves. My wings spread to encompass the whole room. I have to crouch in order to fit into such a small space. The poltergeist phases through the chair, backing itself up against the floor. I crush the chair in my grasp, using the deformed stump to prop myself up. “And you have made a grave mistake messing with my employer.”

“P-please don’t hurt me,” It begs.

“You have three seconds to get out of my sight before I rip your soul to shreds. Three…”

The poltergeist immediately rushes for the closest wall and phases through it. I cringe at the sight but take a deep sigh of relief as I return to my human form. I don’t have to fight this time. Lucky me. I adjust my necktie as Alex stirs behind me. I return to him and scoop him up into my arms. He’s light as a feather.

Still disoriented and droopy, he asks, “Did I dissociate again? I feel… really tired all of a sudden.”

“Then rest. I’ll take you home.”

His head flops back onto my shoulder, and he lazily turns the camera around on his chest so it captures his face.

“That’s all for this episode of Ghostly Encounters… of the Fourth Kind,” He says sluggishly. “Tune in next week… and don’t forget to… like and… subscribe…” His words dwindle in volume as he promptly falls asleep.

I use the tip of my tail to press the big button with the red dot on it, and the beeping sound tells me I have successfully ended the recording. I’m still learning to use human technomancy, so this small triumph ends our adventure on a good note.

[ghostlyencountersofthefourthkind]

Episode 2 of Ghostly Encounters of the Fourth Kind goes live on Ao3 tomorrow!

Synopsis: An archdemon who is scared of ghosts and the human with Dissociative Identity Disorder that he is contractually obligated to be friends with, who can’t see ghosts and doesn’t believe in them, has a ghost-hunting YouTube channel that he ropes his demon friend into. Together, they explore haunted places, one a believer because he knows they’re there, the other a sceptic because he has no clue what the supernatural creatures they encounter are doing around him.

[ghostlyencountersofthefourthkind]

Another teaser for chapter 2 of my original story

Synopsis: An archdemon who is scared of ghosts and the human with Dissociative Identity Disorder that he is contractually obligated to be friends with, who can’t see ghosts and doesn’t believe in them, has a ghost-hunting YouTube channel that he has roped his demon friend into. Together, they explore famous and secret haunts, one a believer because he knows they’re there, the other a sceptic because he has no clue what the supernatural creatures they encounter are doing around him.

[ghostlyencountersofthefourthkind]

Teaser for Chapter 2 of my original story

Synopsis: An archdemon who is scared of ghosts and the human with Dissociative Identity Disorder that he is contractually obligated to be friends with, who can’t see ghosts and doesn’t believe in them, has a ghost-hunting YouTube channel that he has roped his demon friend into. Together, they explore famous and secret haunts, one a believer because he knows they’re there, the other a sceptic because he has no clue what the supernatural creatures they encounter are doing around him.

[ghostlyencountersofthefourthkind]

I just submitted the first episode of this series to a writing content put on by Reedsy. It felt rly nice to do.

[ghostlyencountersofthefourthkind]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Original Work Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Original Male Character/Original Male Character, Original demon character/original transgender male character Characters: Original Male Human Character(s), Original Demon Character(s), Original Trans Character(s), Original character with DID Additional Tags: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Ghost Hunters, Ghost Sex, LGBTQ Themes, LGBTQ Character, LGBTQ Character of Color, Dissociative Identity Disorder, Comedy, Eventual Romance, YouTube, Demons, Ghosts, Angels, Humans, Witches, Demon Summoning, Trans Male Character, t4t | original characters, Mild Sexual Content Summary: An archdemon who is scared of ghosts and the human with Dissociative Identity Disorder that he is contractually obligated to be friends with, who can’t see ghosts and doesn’t believe in them, has a ghost-hunting YouTube channel that he has roped his demon friend into. Together, they explore famous and secret haunts, one a believer because he knows they’re there, the other a sceptic because he has no clue what the supernatural creatures they encounter are doing around him.

(T4T demon(Aamon)/human with DID(Riot Gang) pairing who share one brain cell.)

[ghostlyencountersofthefourthkind]

Episode 1: Ghostly Encounters of the Dead Man’s Orgy

Rated for mature audiences only. Reader discretion advised.

I, an arch-demon, fear the spirits of the dead like an elephant fears a mouse. My human companion, though concerningly easy to possess, can’t see ghosts and fears nothing.

I accepted his contract because he was lonely and naive and only asked for a friend. It was an easy job, and I desperately needed work to replenish my reservoir of souls after being thrown through a wormhole to Earth during a losing battle in Hell’s war with Heaven. I never thought I’d have to explore active haunts with him for—YuToob?

“If there are any ghosts in here, can you make your presence known in some way? Maybe you could make my flashlight flicker,” My companion said as he panned his camera around the bedroom of an abandoned love hotel.

To him, the walls, painted with faded pink stripes and mucked with mold creeping across their corners, the creaky and sunken wood floor flooded with brown water, the dusty, red, heart-shaped headboard poetically cracked down the middle, the worn-out pink and white sheets over the sunken-in mattress, and the stale air full of dust particles lit up by the moonlight peeking through the boarded-up window all looked like signs of empty, decaying abandonment.

It was all the same to me, aside from the group of naked ghosts who paused mid-orgy to look at us with irritation and disdain. None of them were poltergeists, so they couldn’t manipulate physical objects. There was no interaction my spiritually blind companion could have with them. To the ghosts, we looked like two mundane idiots. Such lowly spirits couldn’t sense that I was an arch-demon in disguise, so I tried my best to pretend I didn’t see them.

“Seems like nothing’s here. Why don’t we check somewhere else?” I nudged my companion in an attempt to back us out of the impending public embarrassment.

“But look at those stains on the bed sheets! I think it’s blood,” My companion said excitedly as he approached the bed.

It was most definitely not blood. My sensitive nose would have picked up on the iron notes as soon as we entered the room. The stench was instead a nauseating mix of mildew and ectoplasm. This was not the first spirit orgy to have taken place in this room since its desertion.

The spirits floated out of my companion’s way as he shoved his camera into the middle of the orgy circle. One of the spirits with a belly as round as a shield and legs as hairy as my hindquarters sat himself down in front of the camera and proceeded to beat his meat while his buddies egged him on.

The ghostly man came all over the camera lens, and the spirits cheered. My companion squinted at the camera’s digital screen.

“My view just got blurry. This thing is so fickle sometimes,” He complained as he re-adjusted the focus.

The spirits laughed at him. I made a mental note to give that thing a deep cleanse when we got home. Even if he couldn’t see the ectoplasm dripping from the rim, it didn’t mean the sensitive technology wouldn’t pick up on it. Human technomancy is not a magic system to underestimate. I’ve known lesser demons who’ve fallen victim to the shit the human race comes up with to get around the fact that 96% of them don’t have a connection to the Weave.

“Hey, let’s try using the spirit box to see if we can pick up any supernatural activity in this room,” My companion said as he placed the stupid black box on the mattress.

Not all technomancy was commendable, like the so-called “spirit box,” since it could technically connect the living with the dead. The Weave’s laws of probability tampered with its reliability to maintain the barriers between realms. Any living race across the galaxy that tried to meddle with the realm of the dead ran into issues with the laws of probability. It was a taboo practice unless, of course, they were Weavers from an Afterlife Matrix like myself.

Many of the spirits returned to their lustful fun while some curiously watched my companion set up the box. The thing played its white noise, and he explained to the camera how the box worked as he backed up enough to get the whole bed in frame. Understanding what it was for, the spirits delightedly shouted various profanities, vulgarities, insults, and corny horror movie ghost impressions at the spirit box.

All he could hear was white noise, cut-off clips of words, and the occasional, high-pitched moan coming from a particularly loud bottom.

“Sounds like someone’s screaming,” My companion said. “Do you think someone might have been murdered here in the past, and their angry spirit is still haunting this room because maybe it was a crime of passion and they couldn’t rest in peace without closure?”

“Something was definitely murdered here, I’ll give you that,” I replied.

One of the ghosts yelled “pussy!” Miraculously, it was the only coherent word the spirit box spit out.

Yes. Thank you, spirit.

The spirits cheered, giggled, made out, and fucked harder fueled by chaotic glee.

My companion chuckled, flustered. “Well, I guess that’s pretty appropriate for where we are.” He deflected as he shut off the box. “I think that wraps up this week’s episode. Is this place really haunted or not? I’d say I’m not impressed. I think the ghosts need to try harder. What’s your take, Aamon?”

Sometimes, I think this fool has forgotten that he made a contract with a legitimate Marquis of Hell. The ghosts threw out a few choice words and a couple of boos to convey their annoyance. I crossed my arms and sighed deeply with embarrassment. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

“I think I want to leave now.”

“Well, there you have it, folks. What do you think? Drop a comment, and be sure to hit that like button and subscribe to get notified when we post another episode of Ghostly Encounters of the Fourth Kind. See you next week!”

[ghostlyencountersofthefourthkind]

Welcome to the official Tumblr blog for Ghostly Encounters of the Fourth Kind!

Updates once a month (for now)

Synopsis: An archdemon who is scared of ghosts and the human with Dissociative Identity Disorder that he is contractually obligated to be friends with, who can’t see ghosts and doesn’t believe in them, has a ghost-hunting YouTube channel that he has roped his demon friend into. Together, they explore famous and secret haunts, one a believer because he knows they’re there, the other a sceptic because he has no clue what the supernatural creatures they encounter are doing around him.

This is a series made for mature audiences. Reader discretion advised.

I edited this little cover for the series but the images used are not mine. This is the piccrew I used to make my characters.

Here is the linktree for this series. You can find all the places I'm posting this to on there. Subscribe to the Patreon to get episodes faster than I regularly release them. And check out our CharacterHub to learn more about the characters in this series!