HumanXGhost (TheMadIceCreamMan/JackSkellington)

[Bye.]

This is a thread between @JackSkellington.

 

[Bye.]

Irene paced gracefully along the historic apartment floor, thinking of something to do. Most days always ended up like this, she'd spend all day walking around the apartment. If she was to go blind, she could still find her way down each step and hallway. That's just how long she's been here...quite a while. A strand of her short blonde wavy hair fell into her face and she pushed it aside, still continuing to pace. A sigh escaped her cold lips.

"I have to do something today, I've spent all month doing this....maybe if I'm lucky the janitor will stop by again, but he hasn't done that since the day I slammed a door behind him. He got freaked out for some reason...hm." She said, rubbing her chin. "Who's someone that needs a good scare?" She asked herself. "I guess I've already gotten everybody in this whole historic apartment...and nobody wants to move onto this floor because I'm here." She sighed. Irene usually had this talk with herself everyday. The thing is, well, she can't set foot out of the apartment. She died here, and this is where she is going to stay...for the rest of her immortality.​

@TheMadIceCreamMan

 

[TheMadIceCreamMan]

Day 1

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Date: February, 2nd


Time: Afternoon (1:01 pm)


Location: Apartment Complex, Third Floor

Timothy walked out of the Taxi into the heat of the sun. He gave his back a good stretch from the long ride. "Thanks for the ride man. Never had someone drive like that." he stated as he thought back to how many red lights the taxi driver ran past. He pulled out his wallet and handed the required amount of cash to the driver. The cab driver gave off a toothy grin, "New to the city are you boy?" he stated as he drove off not waiting for a response. Timothy sighed, "I am actually." he mumbled. The room he had gotten in the apartment building was at a ridiculously good price for a college student and it was close enough to his job to only cost one bus ride. How could he refuse, even if the city was foreign to him. As he looked around his premises he found his jaw hanging open slightly. Buildings up to twenty stories tall surrounded him. Stunning to a kid from the suburbs. Clenching his fists he turned around ready to be stunned by the building he would inhabit. It wasn't exactly what he expected at a humble six stories tall. The building seemed cramped between the two giants on its either side. The only distinctive feature about it was its oddly European structure that gave it a certain majesty.


He noticed that people were giving him glances. Maybe it was his casual attire, wide open eyes, or better yet his wide open jaw as he looked around stunned. Either way their stares pierced through him causing his face to flush as he motioned himself into the building. Inside was just as majestic as the outside with fine wallpaper, stone statues, and even a little pool of water at the entrance with exotic fishes. "This is amazing!" he bellowed in surprise. It was much better looking compared to the pictures he saw online. What a steal of a price. A wrinkled man with a contradictory smooth suit approached him. "You must Mr.Smiton. Correct?" he stated with a clear hint of agitation. Timothy looked over at him, "Yes, actually. How did you know?" he said bewilded. The old man ignored his question and gave a humble bow, "Floor three. Room 34. Come with me to the counter to get your keys." he stated as he walked off. Compared to most of the prestigious guests that were held in this building Timothy seemed quite scraggly. The cheap rooms they sold on the third floor was bound to attract his type. Though he was the first to take the bait. Timothy followed the older man trying to copy his style of walking not to mock but to try and be more appropriate. The man moved around the counter and grabbed one of the keys off the wall. "Here you go young man. This will give you access to the desired room and the elevator is just over there." stated the old man as he pointed in the direction of the elevator. Grinning Timothy grabbed the keys, "Thank you sir." with that he walked at a slightly fast pace to the elevator, excited to see his room. Compared to everything he had seen it must be a grand room. The old man sighed softly as the energetic young man trudged off full of pep. Soon enough the elevator opened up to the third floor. He never could have thought of what he was to find that day as he exited the elevator.

 

[Bye.]

There was a slight breeze sifting through the halls of the third floor. Irene found herself looking out the balcony of room 34, with her head in her hands, and a bored expression. The view outside the bay window was definitely a treat to the eye, but she's seen it all before.

The edge of the balcony is how far she can go from the apartment, other than that, she's stuck within the foreign walls. Her gaze shifted when she saw a flash of yellow stop beneath the balcony and she stood on her toes to see what it was. A taxi had stopped and a man got out, a man, possibly around her age. She squinted her eyes to get a better view, but from the third floor that isn't easy. Just because she's a ghost doesn't mean she has super vision, but her immortality grows upon an a meadow of tangled weeds....in other words...a boring life.

Her eyes followed the man as he talked to the driver. He seemed to be confused, or amazed? She couldn't tell which, but when he went inside, she made herself invisible and snuck downstairs. Up close, the man seemed a bit, well, to put it nicely.... Unfamiliar with the big city. A smirk grew upon her face as the old man handed him the keys.

Wait a minute, the old man just said his last name and what room he was going to. Third floor...room 34...the room she stays in. Excitement grew inside of her and she ran back upstairs and into her room, shutting the balcony doors. This was finally going to be a good day, maybe even a good year.

Irene made herself invisible, she hasn't decided when she's going to show herself to him, maybe she never will. She did know one thing, she can't wait to give him a good scare.​

 

[TheMadIceCreamMan]

Day 1

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Date: February, 2nd


Time: Afternoon (1:12 pm)


Location: Apartment Complex, Third Floor, Room 34

The elevator gave off its signature ding sound upon reaching floor three, a sound he would come to know. The elevator let him out into a hallway. It was oddly dark as Timothy soon took a mental note of it. Looking to his left and right he found that the hallway went on and each end eventually fused into a perpendicular hallway that extended elsewhere into the construct. He racked his brain momentarily to remember his room number, "Room 34.." he mumbled to himself. He decided to take a left to see if that was the right way to go. He found that the perpendicular hallway extended two ways as well, though one was to a large window that gave an overview of outside. "Like a maze in here..." he mumbled to himself. The other end extended to some doors that opened to their own respective rooms. As he walked past each door he mumbled the room numbers out loud until he reached the door with the number 34 bolted on it. With a distinctive grin he placed in the key and threw open the door. He was met with a rush of dust to his face causing him to do a take back. After a moment off hoarse coughing and rubbing his eyes he looked over the room.


It was as he expected an European style room, though this room seemed to have aged in accordance unlike downstairs. The double door on the far side of the room, that would open to the balcony, let in a few rays of sunlight to help him see. He fumbled around on the walls for a light switch. Soon enough he found it, but the ceiling lights that turned on barely illuminated the room. "I'm starting to see why this room was cheap." he stated as he looked around his new dusty adobe. The wallpaper was a degree fancy, but showed signs of peeling, the light fixtures barely served their purpose, and the room seemed caked in dust. This didn't dismay the young man as he fell back on his new bed. The velveteen covers wrapped around his figure giving him much in the way of comfort. He sat up and dropped his bag on the bed. As he searched through the bags contents for a toothbrush he planned to head downstairs soon to get the room fixed up, he hoped. Suddenly a sneeze exited his body making him shiver, this only furthered his ambition to fix the place up.

 

[Bye.]

A door swung open and there stood the man. Irene held in a laugh as he coughed, but wondered if he was okay by the way he violently wheezed. She stood by the closed balcony doors, leaning against the cold hard wall. Once the man was done coughing, he headed over to where she was standing. Her instinct was to quickly move away so he could open the doors, she didn't want him to feel her eerie energy just yet. She watched him carefully as he examined the room and its tattered walls. Her gaze followed his, she almost couldn't wait to freak him out a little.

Soon he was sunk into the soft comfy surrounding of a bed and its velvet covers. He got up and placed a bag on the bed, a bag soon to disappear from the work of Irene. As soon as he turned his back, she snatched the bag and set it right in the middle of the kitchen floor. She sat back and waited for him to notice. Irene figured that she would need to get his attention a little more, so she tapped him on the shoulder gently and sat on his bed. When she sat on his bed, the matress sunk in, giving the appearance that someone is there.​

 

[TheMadIceCreamMan]

Day 1

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Date: February 2nd


Time: Afternoon (1:19 pm)


Location: Apartment Complex, Third Floor, Room 34

From the bag Timothy pulled out firstly a district map of the area. Turning his back to his bag he studied over the details of the map. It was hard to believe all the lines represented individual roads that expanded for miles. He wondered to himself how long he would be stuck using the taxi service till he learned the basic routes. As he read over the details a sudden chill drove into his shoulder breaking his concentration. He shivered slightly as he rubbed his shoulder. Looking to the ceiling he found no air vent, just cobwebs and a failing light. He wondered if there was a thermostat in the room as he turned around to grab something else from his bag. To his dismay he found that it was gone, as if it grew legs. He swore he just left it there as he let out deep sigh. He racked his brain for a momentarily, wondering if lack of sleep from getting here made him forgetful. It took approximately two days worth of travel time to reach the populous city. This wasn't mentioning the time wasted when a taxi drove him for six hours in the wrong direction. He vaulted himself off the bed raising up some dust. Looking around the room for the brown bag it really did seem to have grown legs. This was when he noticed a door frame in the wall that led to another part of the room. He smiled brightly when when he remembered the place included a bedroom, bathroom, and a functioning kitchen. He walked bristly to the door and peeked inside. It was caked in dust and some of the fine tiling was cracked. The room seemed generally grayed and decayed. "My own kitchen....I can cook anything here!" he said bristly. Being a mother's boy Timothy had picked up on her cooking skills.


Timothy walked into the kitchen stunned by some of the finer details of the walling. Faded or not it still held its beauty in his eyes. Soon enough he found his bag sitting in its lonesome on the cold floor. He picked it up rubbing his chin thoughtfully with his other hand. "Must of thrown you inside..." he mumbled to himself. Looking at the flooring he couldn't help but admire the fine tiling. Soon enough he came upon an average sized refrigerator, humble as any older model. He temporarily embraced the machine in a hug, "I can put whatever I want in you without fear of someone else eating it!" he said joyfully. He slammed open the refrigerator's door and did double take as he fell to the solid floor. A reek left the machine from clearly spoiled food from within. Standing up with his nose pinched and his back sore he looked inside. "Geez." he stated from the sight of rotten milk, fungal bread, and blackened meats. "I guess I'll have to throw this all out myself." He gently closed the door with a smile still printed on his face. It was if someone had just up and left suddenly. Beyond the rotten food everything else was glorious to the young man. As he released his nostrils he found the air still carried the scent of rot. Timothy chuckled a bit thinking maybe he shouldn't be slamming open doors anymore. As he exited the kitchen he was grateful that the smell stayed behind as he crashed into the bed again. He soon regretted doing soon as a sudden chill filled him.

 

[Bye.]

For some reason she was hoping for a better reaction, maybe it was because people were easier to scare back then compared to the modern day. Now, everyone tries to figure things out by using common sense and logic.

She crossed her legs and leaned back, watching him closely as he looked into the kitchen. He seemed like a happy guy, and tried to find a reasonable explanation for every situation. It seemed to Irene that he always seemed to find a brighter side. By the way it looked, he's just trying to make the best of everything. He's very optimistic. That's hard to come by these days, you can't find people like that unless you look hard for them.

A smile grew upon her lips as he traveled into the kitchen and looked around excited. She had terrible memories in that part of the room, but ignored the flashbacks and kept her eyes on him. A guffaw left her lips when he hugged the refrigerator, and she accidentally laughed out loud even harder when he fell to the tile floor. Hopefully the sound didn't travel far enough for him to hear, but she quickly covered her mouth and muffled the sound with her hand.

He had come back into the room and his face flushed to a sort of paleness once he saw the bed. She had forgotten that she was on his bed, and quickly removed herself from its premises. When she did so, the mattress raised back up in the spot where she was sitting.

To her odd surprise, she didn't find herself interested in scaring him as much anymore. She kind of felt interested...to know him. Her brain went through scattered thoughts quickly, trying to remember the name that the old man had called him. It was his last name...something with an S...that's right! Mr. Smiton, that's what the old man had called him. She cleared her voice and waited for the right moment. When the time was right, she called his name.

"Hello, Mr. Smiton." She said softly, loud enough for him to hear.​

 

[TheMadIceCreamMan]

Day 1

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Date: February 2nd


Time: Afternoon (1:22 pm)


Location: Apartment Complex, Third Floor, Room 34

The covers enveloped him giving him much in the way of comfort. Timothy could have fallen asleep there if he didn't have things to do that day. Grudgingly he posted himself up on his arms and flipped onto his back. It wasn't much different as the faded lights and soft covers suggested dark words of slumber to him. He sat up and gave off a large sigh. He was thinking of what he should do first, visit the store to get some food or talk to the older man to get repairs in his room. Both seemed like work but were necessary for the future. Sitting on the edge of the bed he was about to motion himself out of the room when the words crept up on, stating his name formally.


He darted his head behind himself, but only ruffled covers were in sight. "Who said that..." he nervously mumbled. Soon he chuckled and started to rub his cheeks in a effort to pep up. "You are creating voices to fill the void Tim." he stated firmly to myself. He got up and stretched out his sore back, unaware of his true situation. As a man disciplined in logic through his scientific aspirations, spirits were not something he would think to be the cause of things.

 

[Bye.]

Irene giggled loud enough for him to hear when he turned his head swiftly behind him to look where the noise had come from. She had a devious smile plastered to her cold dead lips. Should I tell him? She thought to herself. She watched as he rubbed his cheeks and talked to himself, it seemed so strange to her how well this boy can shake things off as if nothing ever happened. Its almost like he's talking to a ghost, well...never mind. He is.

"Oh but Tim, you may be hearing voices, but my voice isn't coming from your head." Irene stated, getting ready to tap his shoulder again.

"I'm behind you, silly." She smiled then tapped on his shoulder. "You know, its not healthy to try to ignore me, because way back deep in the recesses of your mind, you know I'm there. And that's going to bug you, isn't it?" She asked, a bit bluntly. She made herself comfy in the spot on the bed where he had been sitting before he got up. Her hair twirled between her fingers as she waited for his reaction, there's no way he could believe it's his mind now, not after that.

Inside her head she decided that she wouldn't show herself to him just yet, so she remained invisible.​

 

[TheMadIceCreamMan]

Day 1

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Date: February 2nd


Time: Afternoon (1:23 pm)


Location: Apartment Complex, Third Floor, Room 34

Timothy felt the words echo through his head clear and sharp as river water. This wasn't in his head. The words he heard were considered carefully in his articulate mind. He moved his lips trying to respond, but the words seemed caught in his throat. Taking in deep breathes he tried to relax his heart that was currently ramming in his chest. He knew there was a voice in his room...but my voice isn't coming from your head. The words replayed clearly in his mind. His heart had started to calm, a distinctive smile on his face. "Is this one of those Northern TV shows?" he questioned loudly as if trying to catch the microphone he thought was there. It would be logical to think so when the price of this room was brought into question. A haunting could also hurt the retail prices of the place, but he didn't think of that. He made a motion to lay on his bed again to think things over when he saw the impression in it. His immediate thought was that this was a temperpedic bed, but this thought soon changed as he rubbed his hand on the impression. A quick chill drove into his hand like a nail into wood. Timothy pulled back instantly not from pain, but rather from shock. As he rubbed his hand to warm it up the sensation reminded him of the feeling he got on his shoulder a few minutes ago. All of sudden he felt his pulse quicken and his pupils dilated as he realized something was amiss.

 

[Bye.]

A deep hard guffaw escaped her lips when he asked if this was a television show. She shook her head and sighed. Was he really that calm to still have a small smile on his face? When she is invisible, she can walk through walls and people can't touch her, instead their hands go through her. So when he felt the impression of the mattress, his hand went through her.

Her eyes widened when she saw his distressed face, he looked like he was in shock. "Do I really have to prove that I'm here? C'mon, you know that something's wrong." She said and sighed again, running a hand through her hair. "Fine." She murmered and turned visible. He is now able to see her, and he is also able to make direct contact. When she's visible, things can't go through her, and she also can't walk through walls.​

 

[TheMadIceCreamMan]

Day 1

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Date: February 2nd


Time: Afternoon (1:30 pm)


Location: Apartment Complex, Third Floor, Room 34

Conformation that something was indeed amiss appeared in front of him. His eyes widened at the sight, but he couldn't quite put in words...what he was seeing. A woman bathed in illuminating white light was looking at him with eyes that seemed to pierce the soul. The details of her charmed looks he couldn't quite capture in his mind as his natural instincts kicked in. Fight or Flight. Choosing the ladder, his body kicked into gear as he grabbed the velveteen covers the intruder sat on and gave them a solid tug. The figure was quickly overtaken and buried under the thick covers. Thinking he had diverged the trouble at hand he grabbed his bag and with a quick move it was on his back. Opening the door with a quick trust was a mistake as he came to fight the dust now embedded in his eyes. He couldn't displace her eyes from his vision. Did he fear them or was he memorized by them, he couldn't be sure himself as he ran to the elevator. To his dismay when he took the turn around the bend there just more doors. In his panic he went the wrong way. Taking in deep breathes he tried to calm down and think things though. After a moment of pause he wasn't sure why he ran as chuckled a bit. Timothy looked around to find the hallway just as gray as the rest of the floor though light seemed scarce here. With his mind ready he called out, "Show yourself, please." Stating these words he expected the women to come around the bend, unless she was still tangled in the blankets. All he thought was that he was caught in a good prank and he was willing to humor it.

 

[Bye.]

A gasp escaped her lips once the covers were over her head and soon, her whole body. What is this guy thinking?! Irene asked herself, a bit angry. She understood and had sympathy for him, but really? Bed sheets? He's gotta try a little harder than that.

She got up from her comfy throne and proceeded to the hall where he had escaped to. She was a bit shocked by his unworldly behavior, but let it slide.

My, have I really gotten that ugly to scare someone off like that? She asked herself jokingly.

Her mind began to get brilliant ideas, and she decided to turn invisible so that she could scare him. She tiptoed quietly down the hall towards where he was at, stepping closer a laugh was being held in. She struggled to keep it in, and it ended up bursting out in a loud sharp tone.

"Oh my goodness!" She laughed, covering her mouth and turning visible again. "How rude of me. I guess I should at least introduce myself before I go off trying to scare you again." She smiled, a bit tickled. "My name is Irene, what's yours?"​

 

[TheMadIceCreamMan]

Day 1

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Date: February 2nd


Time: Afternoon (1:42 pm)


Location: Apartment Complex, Third Floor

Breaking the darkness the white specter appears, with a grin on her face as she looks over him. He feels his heart steeling again to run, but he takes in a few breathes. Just an effect he thinks. "My name is Timothy Simton." he states firmly. "Now scare me once shame on me, scare me again well shame on myself. I'm all for a good laugh but what was your reasoning for being situated in my room?" he said gently. He felt a ping of guilt from when he threw the blanket over her, but that was a thought for later. In the back of his mind he still thought this was all a simple prank. His eyes glanced over the women. She was wearing an elegant dress that seemed quite fitting with the style of the architecture. Her blond hair was quite long as it curled around her shoulders and seemed to flow about unnaturally like her dress. The white light about her seemed to flow about methodically and calmly, but it was faint. Now that he got a better look at he wasn't sure why he got so startled, it was just a person, a childish one he felt from her remark and prank. Still he couldn't help but to accept that she pulled it off well as he maintained a smile awaiting her remark. These city folk sure are interesting he thought.

 

[Bye.]

After she appeared, he seemed to calm down. She pushed a strand of curly blonde hair out of her face before speaking. "Hm, Timothy...I like that name." She complimented with a smirk. She leaned up against the wall of the hallway. It's paint was chipping and she picked at it as he spoke to her.

"Well Tim, its a very long story on how I ended up in your room. I'd like to tell that scary story on a different day, maybe when you start warming up to me a little better." She stated, twirling her hair with a finger.

She waited until he was done looking her over. Her eyes went into further focus as she looked at his face. His smirk, he always had a smile on his face.

"Timothy, I hope you aren't thinking that this is still a prank, because it's not." She closed her eyes and leaned her head on the wall. "I'm sorry to tell you this, but you're stuck with me....." She opened her eyes and lifted her head off of the wall. Making direct eye contact, she said the words so seriously, it would be hard not to believe.

"I'm dead." She said sincerely, clenching her fists.​

 

[TheMadIceCreamMan]

Day 1

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Date: February 2nd


Time: Afternoon (1:48 pm)


Location: Apartment Complex, Third Floor

Timothy squinted his eyes slight at the words I'm Dead. Unlike the cheery attitude she had seemed to have maintained the seriousness in her voice and stare rang strongly. Her eyes pricing through him again. Timothy sighed and rubbed his hand through his brown locks of hair. Keeping his eyes locked with her hers he thought about what she could have meant. "This means you are telling me you are a ghost, correct?" he stated calmly. Ridiculous is what it seemed to the young man, but he couldn't deny her sudden seriousness. His mind started to wrap around certain facts of the day, the deprecated condition of this floor, her icy aura, and her clear disappear-reappear trick. He had heard of retail prices crashing from a supposed haunting in other places. Irene being an actual spirit would put things into perspective certainly, but the supernatural factor made it hard for him to take it in all seriousness. Even as he processed these facts in the back of his mind he didn't feel unnerved around this person. She seemed nothing like the corrupt spirits that are propped on movie screens these days. He got his bag off his back and put it on the dusty floor ready to talk to this person.

 

[Bye.]

Getting a little more comfortable as she leaned against the wall, she nodded her head. "Correct. That is what I'm telling you." She replied watching him think. She could tell this man has intense, deep thoughts. Complex.

Complexity is a rarity, thought is something you can't find in people anymore. Despite her age and how long she's been dead, she knows what is going on in the world. No one puts thought into anything anymore. No one ever thinks before they spit harsh words.

That's the cause of bad decisions. That's what drove the man to kill her.

Her eyes followed his arms as they lowered to drop his bag down. She pried herself off of the wall and looked both ways down the deep dark hallway, then back at Timothy.

"I suggest that we go back into your new home. Just in case somebody comes up here and sees you talking to yourself." She said, with a light smirk. Turning invisible again, she picked up his bag that he had dropped on the floor and carried it away, back into his room. She put the bag onto the floor and turned visible.

The balcony doors flew open as she pushed them outward, stepping onto the cold concrete slab. She leaned against the edge of the railing, looking down at everything.

"So...you wish to learn more about me?"

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@TheMadIceCreamMan

 

[TheMadIceCreamMan]

Day 1

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Date: February 2nd


Time: Afternoon (2:01 pm)


Location: Apartment Complex, Third Floor, Room 34

An innate fear of the unknown momentarily kicked in as the women before him vanished. Timothy took in a deep breath as he followed his floating bag to his new home. Was it really his new home when she inhabited long before any other soul. He thought he was just a guest at that point. Each step he took echoed through the hallway, but she didn't make a sound. Entering the room again he found his feeling joy at owning a new residents had faded into a feeling of unrest at the mystery of his new room mate. As his bag hit the floor and she appeared before him yet again his heart bounced a bit, not use to the spectacle.


He set his eyes inspecting the room wondering of the secrets that were hidden under all the dust. His thoughts were interrupted as the balcony doors clattered open bathing the room in sunlight. The room seemed more lively as colors popped from the walls with the appraisal of light. Even the figure that stood on the balcony under the radiating glow seemed so far from death, could she truly be dead. He crossed his arms as she asked the question, he was certainly curious. "Certainly. Why are you still here after death?" he stated feeling odd asking such a question. The more he thought about the more it confused him as rational thoughts didn't seem to apply to his situation.

 

[Bye.]

"It's a painfully long story..." She began. "Well, years back, in the 1930's, I was getting my stuff moved in here. I was excited, just like how you are about this place. I was thinking in my head, 'this is finally going to be great! I'm completely on my own in a big city full of new people to meet!' But, I was sadly mistaken. I didn't get too much of a chance to live here in my human state." Irene paused, remembering what had happened to her...so tragic. She held back tears, not wanting to show emotion to Timothy.

"Anyway....one night, I had come home late from my tire popping and I ended up having to walk home. It was dark, the night chill bit at my face, I still remember the feeling. I walked into the building and took the elevator, not paying any mind to the stairs. Little did I know, that's where my predator had been waiting for me. On the stairs.

I headed up to my room, but before shutting the door, a hand stopped it from closing and pushed me onto the floor. I didn't know what was going on and tried calling for help....but no one answered my needs. Next thing I knew, the man had me pinned against the wall...." Tears flowed down her cheeks now, and she wiped them away quickly.

"He had me pinned a-and...he got out his knife and stabbed me....three times.... The people who owned the place didn't even tell of my death, and they sold all of my stuff away to strangers." Her hand covered her mouth as she closed her eyes tightly. She was still able to feel the pain of the stabs as she told her story. "B-but that's the reason why I can't leave here....b-because this is where I d-died."

She ran a hand nervously in her hair, embarrassed. "I'm sorry if I disturb you while you live here...sometimes I even make myself angry...."​

 

[TheMadIceCreamMan]

Day 1

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Date: February 2nd


Time: Afternoon (2:08 pm)


Location: Apartment Complex, Third Floor, Room 34

He had heard stories of people being murdered in such a manner, but he had never seen a victim of such an atrocity. The slight indication of tears only lent to the truth in what she stated. Her voice seemed to be breaking as she finished her tale. Timothy didn't see her as a spirit at that moment, just someone stuck at a low point in their life. Though this wouldn't be correct to say. The damage to her was already done and he knew pity wasn't the way to go. A simple I'm so sorry does nothing he found from experience. He thought tentatively over her situation, thinking of her as a person not ghost. "It seems like you don't get to tell this story very often. Look your death was an unjust one...the best I can offer is my respect to you as a person. The past is the past. We are here now." he started to walk back and forth as he spoke, "If its any form of closure I don't mind your company. Being forced in these hollowed halls doesn't leave you with much to do I imagine right?" he stated calmly trying to sound compassionate. He looked her in the eyes and gave a bright smile. His mind was brimming with questions, but he knew it wasn't the time to drill her such questions. He wondered if he sounded cold and callous. Losing family had made him a progressive man who keeps trying to move forward, not sticking to the past.

 

[Bye.]

Catching her breath, she began to calm down after a couple minutes. Her eyes closed and she turned her body to face him.

"No, I don't get to tell it. Actually, you're the first person I've told." She stated, watching him pace around the room.

"Yes it does get lonely...." A sigh passed through her lips and she walked in from the balcony. Her head tilted. "What you said about not minding my company...are you being truthful? I mean, you did pull blankets over my head when you saw me." She said a bit jokingly, a smirk on her face. Irene was always one to try to make funny statements.

She smiled back at him as he looked into her eyes. The floor creaked as she sat down it, leaning her head in her hand. "I know you have questions...you can ask if you want." She offered, looking at the light come in through the balcony doors.​

 

[TheMadIceCreamMan]

Day 1

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Date: February 2nd


Time: Afternoon (2:14 pm)


Location: Apartment Complex, Third Floor, Room 34

She had been here for almost a century, yet she could never tell her story. Timothy wondered why she could pour the words to him so suddenly, perhaps the lack of socialization made her more open. As she came back into the room he sat down on the bed at the same time, "Look I only did so out of instincts...throwing the covers at you. So long as you let me complete my studies when needed I honestly don't mind you Ms. Irene." he stated nodding his head. He looked around the dusty room remembering the lack of guests on this floor and the rotten food in the fridge. "You must be quite the riot considering you have the floor to yourself." he stated with a grin. He imaged the previous guests running out at the room from the Elena screaming Boo.


As he looked over the young women he suppressed a chuckle thinking perhaps she didn't mean to scare them off. Certainly if most got a scare like he did they would run off never to return. He wondered, "Do you try to scare people or is it something you can't rightfully avoid Ms.Irene?" he asked calmly.

 

[Bye.]

(Haha just so you know her name is Irene

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Her gaze shifted up towards him. He was a bit taller than her, a couple inches. Her eyes didn't quite meet his when they stood from one another, so she had to look up a little.

"It's okay, I forgive you for that." A smile grew on her lips. She thought back to the look on his face before he threw the covers over. A small chuckle escaped her lips at the thought of what he did.

"I'm glad that you don't mind me, otherwise I'd be forced to move into the other room next door. The room next door doesn't have a balcony." She stated.

She ran a hand through her hair and adjusted her dress. It's sad not being able to age. Not being able to grow out your hair or dress differently because you can't just simply walk to the store and buy new clothes. For ghosts, immortality is the same story everyday. Unable to sleep, go anywhere, have friends. Irene was excited to really know Timothy, and wanted to learn more about him.

"Actually, its a bit of both. I like to scare people when I first meet them. It really isn't the best greeting..." She trailed off, looking to the side with a smirk. "Anyway, enough about me. Tell me about yourself. What do humans, like yourself, enjoy doing these days?"​

 

[TheMadIceCreamMan]

Day 1

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Date: February 2nd


Time: Afternoon (2:18 pm)


Location: Apartment Complex, Third Floor, Room 34

Timothy nodded his head as she spoke. "Hmm I'd imagine you wouldn't be able to quite leave me be without your balcony huh." he stated sarcastically with a shy grin. He couldn't help the childish taunt in his sleepy state. Timothy studied the women with a quick glance. Her hair seemed naturally curled and swayed about slightly as if a wind was embracing them while her dress seemed to be embraced by that same wind. "Well you could have...perished in much worse attire." he mumbled as he overlooked himself. The thought of being stuck forever in a pair of old starchy jeans that he quickly put on wasn't a fond thought.


He considered her last question carefully. It wasn't a question you find thrown at yourself everyday. In coordination to the time period she was last in he attempted to craft the best answer, " Well things have altered quiet a bit. The stock market still dips at times...we have the first African American President. As a matter fact a women almost took the presidential seat as well. Biology which I remember was still in its baby stage in the 1930's has exploded in its application to our lives. I remember there was a debate then about whether Dna or proteins were the stuff of humans. Dna was proven to be the master blue print of all of us..." he looked over to Irene who watched him tentatively. Timothy wondered if she kept up with the scientific debates and politics of her time. He felt embarrassed as if he was droning on like his older professors. "Umm I must be confusing you right?"