Ghost Detective

[taliaangeni]

Lifting the last box of his belongings, Anderson Tripp, slammed the trunk shut of his 1969 Ford Mustang. He turned to stare at the only house he could afford. The real estate agent grudgingly told him that things had happened in the house, weird things. Whatever. It also needed a little work done to it, which was all good seeing as he had two weeks of nothing to do. 


Sighing, Anderson walked the distance from the car to the house. Inside the house was quiet and to remedy that Anderson dug through his things until he found his stereo. Walking to the kitchen he found an outlet and brought the thing to life. Nirvana: Come As You Are blared through the kitchen. That was better. 


Going into the living room, Anderson looked at the few boxes he had taken with him. All he had was a couch, clothes, and music. Sara had the house and most everything else, even his money. Fucking alimony. Hours passed as he put his things away and cleaned as he went, sweat dripped from his forehead and neck. The electricity wasn't on yet and even if it was Anderson wouldn't be using the heating and AC. Who had money for that shit anymore? Not him. Fuck Sara. Fuck the guy down the street who was sleeping with his wife now. Fuck the guy from work who couldn't take a beating like a man after talking about his wife, and then had the nerve to whine to their boss. 


(OOC: So I was imaging the house to be in a bad way. Have you seen Speechless? Well, the house was in need of repairs - doors falling off the hinges. Maybe some holes in the wall among other stuff.)


@Antqionette

 

[Antqionette]

White mist covered the attic, very soft eyes soon opened in the dark corner of it. Hair flowed up as did a head. Her earrings sparkling in the light sun the trickled from the old, dark and damp attic. Hmmm now, what was that intriguing sound? Music is it? Oh! New residents are here, she must meet them. Lips curved up before the small ghostly figure slithered upwards to reveal the eighteenth-hundreds noble dress. Angelica faded slightly as to not be seen by the newcomer, at least not yet. She reached out and with a deep breath 'fell' through the ground of the attic.
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Her home always brought a big frown to her face, it was in shambles and not the lovely place it used to be. It was a wonder why Angel was still stuck here. It made no sense, she loved god, she was a kind soul, so why was it stuck here? All these years in trying to get help from others completely broke her. After being rejected so many times she finally broke. Still, she was going to try as much as she can. It's nearly been a thousand years, though....
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Oh well, no need to ponder and put herself down again. She moved downstairs and tilted her head before going into the living room. Ah, there he was. The new residence of the home, time to subtlely tell him that he isn't alone. Angelica moved closer to the man and examined him. He was sweaty, probably from cleaning up. She smiled and blew a kiss as her frosty breath hit his neck and head before she back off to the corner of the room with a smile.
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@taliaangeni

 

[taliaangeni]

The couch was less than comfortable but after hours of cleaning, Anderson was tired and hot. He dropped on the couch and as his ass hit the seat he noticed it had too much give as he sunk deeper into the cushion. Slouching forward, arms on his knees, he ran his hands through his short, curly blond hair. This is what life is going to be like now. Him cleaning up this shitty hole. Working a job that gives no- 


All of a sudden, Anderson's neck went from sweaty to freezing cold. He scooted on the edge of the couch as he looked behind him, nothing. Looked above him, nothing. He squinted his eyes as he ran his hand over the back of his neck. The hair on his arms, legs, and neck were now standing at attention. Was this part of the crazy shit the realtor was speaking about? Random bursts of cold air in the room? Rolling his eyes, he went back to the kitchen and grabbed a few bottles of water he'd brought it earlier. On his way to the bathroom, he noticed that the wallpaper looked like it had been burned and old looking in certain areas but looked brand new in others. The wood floors creaked but that was given in old houses, especially this one since it was from the 18th century. 


Once he got to the bathroom he was having second thoughts about taking a 'bath'. The grout needed cleaning. Badly. It was one of the rooms he hadn't messed with while going about business earlier. But because he was a sweaty mess, he undressed and got into the bathtub. He broke the seal on one of the bottles and poured it over his head. The water sliced through his hair and over his shoulders and chest and rained down onto the tub floor mixing with dirt. He repeated the action with the other bottles until he was wet all over. Once he was satisfied he got out and tracked what little water was on his feet to the master bedroom not too far from the bathroom. He dug into the boxes he'd left there and doned boxers. Anderson took the stairs back downstairs to the living room and crashed onto the couch once again. 


@Antqionette

 

[Antqionette]

Noticing the man looking around the female let out a soft giggle and was about to reveal herself when he got up and walked away. Tilting her head she followed him like some lost puppy. Until she realized where he was going and stopped herself in front of the bathroom door. Oh my, best not to intrude. Deciding to sit down and wait the woman heard the splashes of the water and patiently waited. Angelica had a good feeling about this man and decided to lead him to the attic before showing herself. Sure it would freak him out like the rest, but she had to try. She was desperate. Desperate to escape. Again the male stepped out of the bathroom and made his way to the master, with her following him before staying outside. That was her room once, where she and her husband spend so many glorious nights together. It brought sad memories to her mind.


 Again Angel followed the man to the living room and looked at him with slightly wide eyes. Uhm.....this would be an interesting first meeting...due to his...um...attire. Shaking it off the female left a small trail of white, fluffy mist as she was again behind him. Leaning down until her lips were near his ear she whispered out "Can you hear me?" Before leaning back with a small smile, still being invisible to the man. Turning she walked to the stairs as her figure left a shadow for this man to see. She only hoped that he was curious. 


"Follow the footsteps" Her wispy voice called out before her feet made light taps upstairs so he could hear them. Her hand raised only for the attic door to slam down as an old wooden ladder rattled out, hitting the ground with a 'thud. Angel fled up the ladder, making sure to leave rattling sounds before entering the dusty attic. It had cobwebs, spiders, the sort. It even still had some of her dresses here in plastic in a box up here. Boxes she'd often cry silently over. Looking back the female turned as mist collected around her body, showing her figure before the all fell off her. Showing her wispy, ghostly figure. Her feet barely visible along with the rest of her. The white dress with fine flowers and details flowing slightly with her hair. The cracked window glowing and shining on her small frame.  "Hello" Angelica smiled. She was nervous because due to the rumors, not many people came to see this place. It had been years since anyone lived here and she missed the company.


@taliaangeni

 

[taliaangeni]

While relaxing on the couch, Anderson felt a cool breeze brush his ear. He sat up quickly. Normally, he wasn't someone who gave into hocus pocus but he couldn't explain these cold bursts of air. Suddenly, he heard sounds coming from the second floor and he ran to inspect the source. The attic ladder was down. "Okay. So I have raccoons for neighbors." It was the only possible explanation for what was going on - the noises, not the cold air. He climbed up the creaky wooden stairs. The first thing he noticed was it was astonishingly cold. It was hot downstairs. The normal thing he'd learned in science classes was that heat rose. That's why it was strange for the cold air creeping over him. The second thing he noticed was no raccoons. Feeling stupid he asked, "Hello?" 


@Antqionette


(Sorry for the short post.)