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Authors: Stephanie Tyler
Tags: Prnm/Fntsy/Shftrs/Myth
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Center sooner or later.
Now, close to eleven p.m., all the cameras were being dragged out of the vans and set up. Big coils of cable were running throughout the big old dusty house that looked to be seemingly in the middle of nowhere.
“Creepy as shit,” one of the cameramen said as Rifter stomped along the wraparound porch.
“Great land,” Rifter added, looking it over longingly. Brother Wolf was more than ready to run, but it couldn’t happen tonight, no matter how badly they wanted it.
The woman who lived here was named Ruth. She was close to eighty and seemed excited to have all the attention and the company, staying busy plying Rifter and Jinx with cookies and pies in between asking them if they could fix a few things for her.
They complied, because there were no ghosts or anything remotely resembling a supernatural being, except for Paula who, according to Jinx, appeared right after they arrived and now remained quietly outside on the back porch. Every once in a while, Jinx said he caught a glimpse of her looking in the window at them but he was trying not to spook her.
“She still quiet?” Rifter asked at one point.
“Like she’s on mute,” Jinx told him as he snagged more cookies. “We need to get this recipe.”
“I’ll get right on that,” Rifter said dryly.
“We’re ready to commence,” Bill called.
It was close to midnight. Bill kept calling that the witching hour, and that made both Rifter and Jinx’s Brother Wolves very unhappy, as they didn’t like to hear anything about witches at all.
“Ruth, what’s the deal here?” Jinx asked finally as she handed him a plate with two large sandwiches. He’d just rewired her overhead florescent light and she patted him on the shoulder and called him a sweet young man.
Rifter had nearly choked at that.
“There are two ghosts here,” she told them in a low, confidential whisper. “Lovers from the nineteen twenties. They tell me they’re terrorized by a demon but they won’t leave the house. They stay here to keep me safe.”
She was totally serious—and completely delusional, maybe with age or the plethora of medicines Rifter found earlier in one of the cabinets. There were several all-natural vitamins in there too, and a couple of homeopathic herbs that could easily cause hallucinations if taken in conjunction with the wrong meds. But Ruth didn’t seem distressed and hell, the made up ghosts probably kept her company.
“I told Bill not to banish them, but to try to get rid of the demon,” Ruth continued.
Jinx started, “Bill couldn’t banish––”
“The demon without the ghosts giving their consent. Don’t worry, Ruth—it sounds like they like you too much to leave.” Rifter shot Jinx a look and the wolf stuffed his mouth with another cookie.
“We’re ready to begin,” Bill said finally and Ruth went toward him, barely able to contain her excitement.
Jinx finished all the food Ruth left out, eating in an attempt to get less goddamned pissed about what this asshole was doing to an old lady.
“He didn’t take money from her,” Rifter said quietly. “She’s having a great time.”
Ruth was. The cameramen were all rapt attention at Bill’s show, except for Sam, who looked at the Dires and rolled his eyes. He might not be able to see ghosts but even he knew there was nothing here worth filming.
They had the Ouija board out because Ruth claimed she summoned the ghosts with it every night. That in itself was a dangerous move, because humans had no clue what kind of things they were inviting inside.
Bill had his eyes closed, fingers balanced on the plastic pointer as it moved all over the board, giving the answers any audience of ghost enthusiasts would want to hear. The ghosts gave their names—different from what they’d told Ruth, but Bill had some stupid explanation for that.
“For the love of the Elders,” Jinx muttered under his breath.
Bill was obviously pulling all the strings here and Marley
Now, close to eleven p.m., all the cameras were being dragged out of the vans and set up. Big coils of cable were running throughout the big old dusty house that looked to be seemingly in the middle of nowhere.
“Creepy as shit,” one of the cameramen said as Rifter stomped along the wraparound porch.
“Great land,” Rifter added, looking it over longingly. Brother Wolf was more than ready to run, but it couldn’t happen tonight, no matter how badly they wanted it.
The woman who lived here was named Ruth. She was close to eighty and seemed excited to have all the attention and the company, staying busy plying Rifter and Jinx with cookies and pies in between asking them if they could fix a few things for her.
They complied, because there were no ghosts or anything remotely resembling a supernatural being, except for Paula who, according to Jinx, appeared right after they arrived and now remained quietly outside on the back porch. Every once in a while, Jinx said he caught a glimpse of her looking in the window at them but he was trying not to spook her.
“She still quiet?” Rifter asked at one point.
“Like she’s on mute,” Jinx told him as he snagged more cookies. “We need to get this recipe.”
“I’ll get right on that,” Rifter said dryly.
“We’re ready to commence,” Bill called.
It was close to midnight. Bill kept calling that the witching hour, and that made both Rifter and Jinx’s Brother Wolves very unhappy, as they didn’t like to hear anything about witches at all.
“Ruth, what’s the deal here?” Jinx asked finally as she handed him a plate with two large sandwiches. He’d just rewired her overhead florescent light and she patted him on the shoulder and called him a sweet young man.
Rifter had nearly choked at that.
“There are two ghosts here,” she told them in a low, confidential whisper. “Lovers from the nineteen twenties. They tell me they’re terrorized by a demon but they won’t leave the house. They stay here to keep me safe.”
She was totally serious—and completely delusional, maybe with age or the plethora of medicines Rifter found earlier in one of the cabinets. There were several all-natural vitamins in there too, and a couple of homeopathic herbs that could easily cause hallucinations if taken in conjunction with the wrong meds. But Ruth didn’t seem distressed and hell, the made up ghosts probably kept her company.
“I told Bill not to banish them, but to try to get rid of the demon,” Ruth continued.
Jinx started, “Bill couldn’t banish––”
“The demon without the ghosts giving their consent. Don’t worry, Ruth—it sounds like they like you too much to leave.” Rifter shot Jinx a look and the wolf stuffed his mouth with another cookie.
“We’re ready to begin,” Bill said finally and Ruth went toward him, barely able to contain her excitement.
Jinx finished all the food Ruth left out, eating in an attempt to get less goddamned pissed about what this asshole was doing to an old lady.
“He didn’t take money from her,” Rifter said quietly. “She’s having a great time.”
Ruth was. The cameramen were all rapt attention at Bill’s show, except for Sam, who looked at the Dires and rolled his eyes. He might not be able to see ghosts but even he knew there was nothing here worth filming.
They had the Ouija board out because Ruth claimed she summoned the ghosts with it every night. That in itself was a dangerous move, because humans had no clue what kind of things they were inviting inside.
Bill had his eyes closed, fingers balanced on the plastic pointer as it moved all over the board, giving the answers any audience of ghost enthusiasts would want to hear. The ghosts gave their names—different from what they’d told Ruth, but Bill had some stupid explanation for that.
“For the love of the Elders,” Jinx muttered under his breath.
Bill was obviously pulling all the strings here and Marley
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