2 Ghost Girl
After finally having a chance to take a shower, I entered my room only to find the curtains closed and the light flickering.
I sighed, and could see my breath in the air. "This motel is even more run-down than I thought," I muttered as I walked past the pale, lifeless blurry girl standing in the corner and picked up my clothes to get dressed.
As I went to drop my towel, I turned to see a peeping tom awkwardly staring at me. "Um, could you at least turn around? It's kinda creepy."
Upon hearing this, the ghost girl's face suddenly transformed into a monstrous visage, and she rushed towards me while screaming, "Leave!!!"
Before she could crash into me, she simply vanished like mist. "What the... even the ghosts are bad in this motel," I muttered, ignoring the words of the ghost and continuing to put on my clothes.
I had never encountered a ghost before, and this one clearly tried to scare me. Basically the stuff all ghosts do in movies...
Too bad the only thing I never feared was death, so a ghost wasn't really the best way to spooke me. Metal coffins, on the other hand, now that's what freaks me out. I still have PTSD from being locked in one and thrown into the ocean for nearly fifty years.
After shaking my head a few times to clear the image of the metal coffin from my mind, I walked out of the room and headed towards the parking lot. As I passed by the suicide room, the girl stood there with hollow eyes in the window, watching me.
Yeah, that's getting pretty annoying... no wonder there is no one at this motel expect for me.
Ignoring the persistent stalker ghost, I made my way to the Ford Mustang and tested the keys I obtained from the morgue. When I inserted the key into the driver's door, it opened smoothly.
So, Aiden who had taken his own life in the motel was really the same person I borrowed the items from.
Well, after encountering the ghostly girl, I wasn't so sure anymore if it was a suicide. It seemed more likely that the girl had killed him directly or driven him to suicide.
I sat down in the driver's seat and noticed a notebook on the passenger seat. Its title read, 'How to Hunt for Idjits' by Bobby Singer. P.S. Don't get yourself killed, Idjit.
The first lesson: Don't hide your weapons in the glove compartment of your car; the trunk is a better place.
Second lesson: ...
The notebook contained more information and lessons about various things. So, supernatural hunters are normal in this world? And was Aiden one of them?
I opened the glove compartment only to find a knife and a pistol inside... Maybe Aiden didn't read the first sentence in the notebook... I took the pistol and placed it in the back of my pants, leaving the knife behind since I couldn't hide it anywhere.
After confirming that the person from the motel was indeed the Aiden from the morgue, I grabbed some other important papers that were lying in the glove compartment and walked back into my room, once again ignoring the creepy girl.
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Spreading the papers on the bed, I looked through them. It seemed that Aiden was gathering clues about the ghost girl, as there were a lot of newspaper articles printed out.
The earliest one was from 1965. I couldn't read much from it since the copy was so bad, but it seemed to be talking about the disappearance of Maggie Stan from her own home.
The next article was from 1967, when the old Stan House was demolished and a motel was built in its place.
Afterwards, there were only articles about suicides and disappearance cases in the motel that happened every few years. That intrigued me. I had been many things, but never a ghostbuster.
Did I need something like those laser things to capture the ghost? I stood up and grabbed Bobby's notebook to read the section about ghosts.
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Standard Ghost:
Weaknesses: Salt, iron
How to destroy: Salting and burning remains, salting and burning the object they are bound to, helping solve unfinished business.
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Well, that's boring... so no laser beams for me, it seems.
I sighed again and noticed that my breath was visible, but this time I couldn't see her in my room. However, I could feel her presence not far away from my table lamp.
Did she want to play with the light again? As if hearing my thoughts, the lamp went out, but she didn't stop there and threw the lamp towards me...
I grabbed the lamp from the air and placed it back on the table. The next moment, the remote control of my television flew towards me... but I grabbed it too and placed it back in front of the TV.
When I saw the chair next to the table shaking, I said angrily, "Can you stop trying to mess up my room? I don't think you have any money to pay for the broken stuff in your ghostly pockets, do you?"
Then I walked to the door and opened it. "Now leave me alone. I'm trying to find out how to destroy you without digging up holes."
The chair stopped shaking, and I couldn't feel her in the room anymore. Well, that was easy... sometimes talking is the best choice.
When I wanted to close the door, suddenly she reappeared in the room, grabbed my nightstand lamp, and threw it at the TV, breaking them both, and then disappeared again...
Well, maybe not... where I can find salt in this place?
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I walked down to the reception desk to ask the old lady for some salt. When I arrived there, I heard her talking to someone in the room behind the reception desk.
Is there someone else? I couldn't sense anyone except her when I entered here.
I rang the bell, and the old reception lady walked out of the dark room. "Oh, Mr. Cross, I didn't hear you come inside. What can I do for you?"
"Well, Ms... sorry, I didn't get your name. Do you have some salt here? I need to salt a corp--- I mean I need to salt my instant pasta."
"Oh, my name is Daisy... Daisy Stan. Sure, I have some." She walked back inside the dark room and brought out a pack, giving it to me.
"You can leave it in the room, and I will pick it up when I clean it."
"Thanks, Ms. Stan. Have a nice day," I said to the old woman with the familiar name and walked outside.
"You too, dear, you too," said Ms. Stan, and whispering at the end.
Feeling goosebumps on my skin after hearing this, I ignored her for now and walked to the suicide room. I first knocked on the window and showcased the salt pack.
Hmm, no reaction from inside? I thought she might have gotten frightened or something and tried to steal the salt from me or throw it away.
I removed the police tape and softly opened the door by kicking it in. She had destroyed my room, so now I would destroy hers while searching for the corpse.
The room looked normal except that it seemed like someone had been fighting inside since everything was in disarray, and there was a big blood stain in the middle of the room.
How the hell did the police think this was a suicide? It looks like Aiden fought for his life in here...
"I told you... to leave!!!" While I was observing the room, the ghost girl appeared at the door and started to scream at me.
For the first time, I could see her clearly—hollow eyes, a monstrous face, and a dirty summer dress fitting a ten-year-old girl.
"You will die here!" screamed the angry ghost and stormed towards me again. But I opened the salt and threw it at her without moving from the spot.
"AAAHH!!! That hurts! Mommy!!!" she screamed out in pain, causing even the windows to crack, before disappearing again.
Since I couldn't sense her anymore, I started my search. I wasn't sure if her corpse was here, but this seemed to be her favorite room. There must be something that keeps her here. So, I started to search for an object or a corpse.
But there were none—no special objects, only the standard motel stuff. And there was also nothing under the floor after I ripped out some floorboards.
"That's strange... I was sure there would be something in this room."
"I told you to leave. Now you will be staying with me here."
Turning to the voice, I could see the girl standing again at the door, looking not like a monster for once, but more like a frightened little girl. Even when her words didn't sound that she is afraid...
"Is that so? And how will you keep me here? Let's be real, except for throwing stuff and spoking people. You have no real powers," I said to the ghost while putting some salt into my hand to throw it again.
But the ghost girl didn't try to attack me. She simply stepped away from the door and walked to the corner, then said, "Mommy always brings me people to play with, because she says, she is a good mommy."
"Mommy?" I asked her, confused.
Suddenly, Ms. Stan burst into the room with a shotgun in hand and screamed, "You dared to hurt my little girl, even when she only wanted to play with you?!" and shot at me.
*Baang!*
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I jump to the side and escape the bullet. I've always hated having metal objects stuck in me...
*Baang!*
Ms. Stan sees me on the ground and shoots a second time, but I roll under the bed, and she misses again.
"Ms. Stan, I liked you more when you were a creepy old woman," I say while crawling out from under the bed and raising my hands as I stand up, while Ms. Stan only points the double-barrel shotgun at me.
"Creepy? You know nothing about what a mother has to do for her daughter's happiness."
"She's been dead for over 40 years... maybe she needs happiness, but not in this realm." I say to her.
If there is a heaven in this world, then I hope they have a psychiatrist there... the girl will need one.
"What are you talking about? She's standing right there. How can she be dead? Sure, when we played the last time, she fell and then she... she wasn't there anymore, but then she returned. Even when my husband demolished our house and built this thing, she was here. In the place where her room was."
"What happened when she fell, Ms. Stan? She died, didn't she?" Hearing this made the ghost girl glitch a bit, but she still stood in the corner.
"No, of course not. She simply needed treatment, and my husband took her away to a... doctor, but I was so alone during that time... but then I started praying every day, and she returned."
She accidentally killed her while playing, and then her husband made the corpse disappear...
"But my husband didn't believe me. No, no one believed me, so I needed to show her to them, but they all screamed at her, and no one wanted to play with her until I made them like her..."
There are no ghosts here except the girl, so she simply killed people to make them playmates, but they probably moved on.
"And what do you want to do now, Ms. Stan? Kill me too? Did you know that Maggie tried to warn me to get away from the motel?" After hearing the story of the crazy woman, I was sure Maggie tried to spook me away from Ms. Stan.
"No, she would never do something like that. She's a good girl and also likes her playmates," said Ms. Stan with a creepy grin, while the dead girl looked only sad at her mother.
This woman has totally lost it...
"Well, then be a good boy and play with my daughter." *Click* Ms. Stan pulled the trigger, but nothing happened.
"It's over, Ms. Stan. Let your daughter go. You're probably the only reason she still hasn't moved on..."
"Over? No, no, no, no, no. Why should it be over? She can't go!" She reaches into her pocket and takes out a shotgun shell, trying to put it in her empty shotgun.
"Don't do it... I will not say it twice," I said seriously, placing my hand at the back of my pants. But she simply ignores me and loads the shell and tries to aim at me.
*Pang!*
Before the old woman can pull the trigger, I take out Aiden's pistol and shoot first, hitting her in the chest and making her fall to the ground.
The shotgun falls from her hands, but she still tries to reach it, even after being mortally wounded. So I walk towards her, kick the shotgun away, and then go to the exit to get some fuel to set this room on fire.
"It's okay, mommy. Now we can play forever," I hear Maggie say and turn around.
Maggie kneels next to the dying Ms. Stan, and the woman smiles at her daughter before relaxing and closing her eyes happily. The next moment, Maggie stands up, looks at me, and then disappears in a white light.
Was this unfinished business, or was her mother the object that kept her here? Maybe both...
I walk out of the room, go down to the old Mustang, and get inside. The police will probably arrive soon after the shots were fired, so it's better to get away from here.
So I start the loud engine and drive away from Stanford, leaving my second supernatural experience in this world behind.
My next goal is to see if the fishy old one has any followers here as well, and who is better than Bobby Singer to provide information on their whereabouts. I need to find them and get Cthylla back...
