[MEME] OH NO A GHOST

[wolfintheattic]

OKAY LET'S GET DOWN TO BUSINESS.
I wanna play a ghost. Below are some prompts.
I'm not super picky about setting or 'verse.

A- Your character is a paranormal investigator, an obnoxious tv show host, or is otherwise exploring an area that is said to be haunted for whatever reason. Maybe it's a dare.

B- My character's ghost just SHOWS UP in your character's home. Did your character buy some haunted shit off ebay? Maybe my character died nearby or was summoned via Ouija board by some stupid teenagers at that party you hosted last month. Either way, you got yourself a haunted house now. Congrats.

C- Your character is also a ghost. Maybe they died together. Maybe my character is new to this whole being dead thing and yours shows them the ghostly ropes. Maybe it's the other way around. Either way, ghost adventures are had. _{Not currently looking for new PLSs with this plot!}

D- Your character is a necromancer-type-person and has summoned mine's spirit to do their bidding.

E- Your character is an exorcist and is here to shoo mine out of their current haunt or otherwise help them move on.

F- Our characters are friends. Mine died and has returned to hang out/help/finish some business with yours.

G- Your character moves into the house mine is currently haunting. EXCUSE U.

H- POSSESSION. It happened somehow.

IF A CHARACTER YOU WANT TO MEET IS MISSING, LET ME KNOW.

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Maurice Hutch | OC

[toothaches]

[Available in pre-canon (was a human), canon (was a vampire), Ryslig-verse Shade, and dumb centaur AU flavors.]

JW | OC

[goldeneyeball]

OTA, comes in adult and young adult hippie flavors!

Roman Gulliver | OC

[neighborofthebeast]

[Ghost Au in which he became a ghost instead of a demon after being hit by that truck.]

A!

[serenesuccessor]

[For Naomi, Halloween was supposed to be all about wearing a costume, getting candy and pulling the occasional trick on her friends and family. What it wasn't about was doing things that were scary.

And yet she found herself walking onto the porch of the house everyone in town said was haunted. She gulped, looking over her shoulder at her group of friends standing safely on the sidewalk. They had decided to play a game of truth or dare while they hunted for candy, and Naomi had foolishly picked Aaron's dare. She should've known better, because Aaron was an actual jerk. She wasn't even sure why the jerk was trick-or-treating with them, she sure as heck didn't invite him and she certainly never would now.

Her best friend Bridget gave her a hopeful thumbs up. It was enough to give her the final push. She took a deep breath, pushing open the squeaky door and entering the house. She only had to stay inside for an hour, and already had the timer on her phone set. She held said phone close, using the flashlight app to help her along the way. She carried her fake spear in her other hand, prepared to protect herself from anything that might pop out at her. Naomi was so glad she'd thought to use it to compliment her Atalanta costume. It sure was going to come in handy now.]

Hellooooo? [Her voice echoed, making the thirteen year old jump.] U-Um, mister ghost? Don't mind me 'm not gonna be here long! Or miss ghost?

[A floorboard made her jump again.]

Pl-please don't eat me!

[goldeneyeball]

<sub>[Ugh, Halloween. As if it wasn't bad enough he had to chase would-be contractors off his property year round, now it was October--the Month of Teenagers. He'd been reclining in a painting over the hearth, peering into the losing hand of a poker playing dog when he heard his door creak open.]

[He really wished the lock hadn't broken twenty years ago. He couldn't exactly go to the hardware store and get a new one. He put his cards on the table, patted the bulldog nearest to him and leaned out of the frame. His aura was a barely noticeable green in the gloom of the old house.]</sub>

Let's see, whadawe got this year...frat boys? No, I didn't hear anything breaking... Goth kids? Mmmmno, I don't smell grease...aha.

<sub>[Yup, it was a teen alright. And alone too. Not too bright, were they? Good grief what was that thing in their hand? Some kind of Star Trek gizmo? JW found himself suddenly worried that he'd nodded off for another dozen years. It was scary the first time it'd happened...and what does a frightened ghost do?]

[Scare the shit out of people.]

[He drifts out of the painting and gets to work.]

[A coldness passes behind Naomi as another creak comes from upstairs. Suddenly every painting in the hallway falls to the floor.]</sub>

[serenesuccessor]

[Don't hate on her glorious case, JW, she made it herself.

Naomi shivers at the sudden coldness, suddenly wishing she'd listened to Mama when she told her to bring a hoodie. It hadn't been cold outside though. Maybe-

She spins around, shinning her light just as there's a creak upstairs. There's nothing behind her then, and maybe she could chalk the coldness up to being scared.

Then every painting falls and she shrieks, dropping her phone and spear as she drops into a crouching position, hands tucked into her chest.

Thank goodness she left her candy pail with Bridget.]

[goldeneyeball]

<sub>[A dark chuckle echoes throughout the house. Oh, as much as he didn't like the young folks that never gets old.]

[JW appears at the end of the hall and drifts towards Naomi, waving a hand idly and sending the paintings drifting back to their hooks as he passes them. If not for being transparent and green, the tall man doesn't seem dead at all. Just...dated. His clothing looks like it's been made out of an ugly sofa from the 70's.]

[The ghost solidifies enough to pick up the phone when he reaches the cowering girl. His touch makes the screen flicker as he turns it over a few times in his hands. He isn't sure he likes it and handles it as if it might bite him.]</sub>

[serenesuccessor]

[She was shaking, biting her bottom lip as she tried not to cry. All she wanted to do was to run out the door, but she couldn't do that, Aaron would never let her live it down.

Another, tinier, scream escapes her when the paintings start moving. She curls into a tighter ball, the tears slipping out. It's only when she hears her phone move that she looks up, eyes wide and terrified as she looks at the man holding her phone. Under any other circumstances she'd yell at him to put it down but this was not the time.

He didn't... He didn't look like a ghost though. He looked like someone in a really ugly hippie costume.

When she finally finds her voice it's small, more of a squeak.]

'scuse me?

[goldeneyeball]

_{[The phone's screen continues to flicker as its battery struggles and JW turns, his bad eye glinting in the flashlight app's glow.]}

Excuse you is right. Y'know this is private property?

[serenesuccessor]

So's that.

[A trembling hand points at the phone he's holding, teary eyes wide. How she managed to have a little sass is a mystery.]

C-Can I have my phone back, mister?

[goldeneyeball]

_{[He does note that sass. And the fact that she hasn't run out the front door crying yet.]}

If I give it to you, will you get lost?

_{[Can't you see he has super important, pressing ghost business to tend to? Like...floating listlessly around his house and making the walls bleed?]}

[serenesuccessor]

[Honestly, she's not sure she could run if she wanted. Her legs feel like jelly.]

I can't.

[She has to stay in the house for an hour. Slowly she rocks back onto her butt, sitting with her knees tucked into her chest.

She rubs the heel of her hand against one of her eyes, wiping away her tears. Was this the ghost? Ghosts weren't supposed to be able to hold things.]

[goldeneyeball]

What do you mean you can't? Door's right there!

<sub>[He points with the phone and there, at the end of the hall, the front door swings open, inviting in a bunch of leaves from the porch. JW's shoulders sag as he regrets that. He was going to have to sweep later.]

[Ignoring her tears, he goes back to inspecting the phone. Its battery is nearly dead. Suddenly his thumb, though chilly, still pulses with some kind of force so when it passes over a certain part of the screen, it makes a clicking sound. He nearly drops it in his surprise and holds the thing out toward Naomi at arm's length.]</sub>

What do you kids have in your purses these days? Ray guns?

_{[Enjoy that blurry ghost selfie, Naomi.]}

[serenesuccessor]

[Another scream as she quickly - and comically - crab-walks backwards from JW.

Outside he might hear more screams from the group of teenagers outside, along with hurried footsteps as half of them flee.

She doesn't even seem to realize that he's taken a ghostly selfie, she doesn't even seem aware that he's holding it out to her or that the batteries nearly dead. She's too busy hugging her knees, face buried against the fabric of her costume.

He might not be a ghost but he was scary and Naomi was just going to sit here sobbing.]

I-I want my Mama! 'nd, 'nd Kou!

[Ooooor at least that's what she's probably saying. It's a little intelligible at the moment.]

[goldeneyeball]

<sub>[JW watches her fall apart with something like satisfaction until he ears the screams. Attention successfully divided, he drifts past her, dropping the phone by her feet as he does. The screen finally stops flickering, free of the ghost's leech grip.]

[He arrives at the door in time to see even more teenagers running for the hills. Suddenly, the girl being alone in his house makes more sense. His brow furrows and he clenches his teeth, his image wobbling in frustration.]

[TEENAGERS. UGH. He moves to chase them but is stopped short like a dog on a chain. With a swear he drifts backwards, clutching his chest. The tether.]</sub>

For shit's sake...oof.

a mix of A and F

[greatrage]

[These jobs always piss him off. Particularly stubborn ghosts that just won't take a hint. The church won't deal with them; they say they're limited to demonic possession only. Run of the mill ghosts? Well, those had to be contracted out to the public sector.

And this one was apparently mad as hell.

Broken objects, injured people, electronics gone haywire... Eren had to get this spirit out and fast.

The owners of the house seem skeptical when a boy no older than 17 walks into their house with nothing but the clothes on his back. Clothes that included a beat up t-shirt, worn out jeans, and sneakers on the verge of falling apart. Well, and a backpack.

But rest assured, he says. He's a professional. He's done this a hundred times. Now if you could please leave the home so the cleansing can begin.

The owners reluctantly leave, and Eren turns off all the lights in the house. From his backpack he takes out some candles and a stick of sage. Burning them should get the spirit's attention, and the smell of the sage should piss it off enough to get it to show itself. He lights the candles and sets the sage on a little ashtray. A curl of blue smoke rises into the air from it]

Come out, come out, wherever you are... Olly olly oxen free. All that other stuff. I have another appointment so let's make this quick.

[despite looking normal. there's something different about this boy. He radiates energy. Plenty of any spirit to suck up and use to manifest itself]

C

[chillywhispers]

[Car accidents were always fun. Usually, Eddy could make at least one new friend. Usually more, when there's trucks involved. Friends... or souls to eat. After all, his battery wasn't gonna last forever. And he still had so much he wanted to do...

Bits of wreckage seem to move on their own. Just a bit, like someone is digging through it, looking for someone. A shimmer in the air, like a heat mirage.

Except freezing.

Those who aren't quite so lively may actually see the spirit. A boy in a grey sweater and jeans, barefoot. He floats a few inches above the ground and the scarf around his neck billows behind him like wings. Frost crackles over any object he gets near, but quickly vanishes.

He also might be humming a childish little tune]

Where are the guts~?

[goldeneyeball]

_{[JW could feel that energy before the kid passed the mailbox. It set his hackles on end and he'd retreated to the furthest corner of the house like a cat when unfamiliar family visits at Christmas time. But the littlest exorcist was right--the scent of sage, something he distinctly remembered liking when he was alive, drew him out. He lingered in a corner, invisible but easily felt. The boy's energy made his own aura pop like static on an analogue television screen.]}

Go away.

[serenesuccessor]

Ple-Please don't eat me! [Naomi, ghosts don't eat people.] 'm sorry! A-Aaron double dog da-dared me 'nd you can't say no so I gotta stay 'nd 'm sorry!

[Her voice is wobbly, a little more clear this time. She scrubs at her eye, uncurling when he moves away from her. When she sees her phone on the floor she scrambles to pick it up, clutching it to her chest.]

Plus... Plus i-If you eat me my big broth-brother'll come 'nd beat you up!

[greatrage]

No, see, that's what I'm being paid to make you do. A lot of money, actually. [he sits at the kitchen table, propping his ratty sneakers up on it] You're gonna get one chance to leave on your own, peacefully. If you choose not to take this chance, I'll drag you out. Kicking and screaming if I have to.

[an exorcist. Ha. Really funny, considering his heritage. Demon blood all down his dad's side. But it allowed him to manipulate aether in ways no mere human could. It made him perfect for the job.

He looks in the direction of the spirit, and his green eyes glint bright, neon red. Pink. It's pink.

(Look, we don't get to pick our aura colors)]

[goldeneyeball]

_{[He whirls around, his image still wispy around the edges.]}

For cryin' out loud, kid, ghosts don't eat people! Ghosts don't eat anything!

_{[Great, now he's thinking about food. He'd tie a man in a knot just to taste a brownie again. His temper simmers down though as Naomi continues to sniffle there on his hallway floor. He REFUSES to feel guilty for scaring her. REFUSES. JW hugs himself, the sting of the tether still throbbing in his core.]}

A double dog dare, huh...not much you can do about that.

[goldeneyeball]

_{[That flash makes his whole aura prickle. He's never seen anything like this kid before even if he's been in his shoes. Kind of funny, a professional ghost-shooer becoming the shooed.]}

Trust me, I'd love to...

_{[The stuffed elk head hanging on the wall above the boy starts to jostle on its hangers as JW grows angrier about his predicament.]}

[neighborofthebeast]

<sub>[Roman's ears are still ringing from the impact. The cold boy's tune is the first thing that isn't screeching metal that actually makes it into his thoughts and he snaps out of...whatever he'd been thinking about before.]

[He's on a road. A road in the woods and something horrible has just happened, he knows it, he feels it in the air but...what?]

[Obviously the most logical thing to do is to approach the hobo boy digging around in what's left of a truck. Roman isn't a shy person at all, but he can't help but feel stupid as he approaches, his ghostly flipflops slapping on the concrete through rain puddles and pools of something much thicker and darker.]</sub>

Hey...hey, uh...

[serenesuccessor]

U-Uh huh. You can't no-not do one of those.

[If Naomi could have said no she would have. Actually, she tried. That's how it turned into a double dog dare.

She keeps sniffling, seemingly unable to actually stop, as she looks up at him.]

You... You're not gonna eat me?

[goldeneyeball]

_{[He drifts away from the door, passing her again, unintentionally sending a chill across her hands and face. He paused at the entry to the living room and thought about going back to his poker game, but now his spirits (haha) were sort of dampened.]}

No. I couldn't even if I wanted to.