Hawes Middle School had gained a bit of notoriety over the past few months, thanks to one of its clubs. The so-called Ghost Club had been resolving mysterious phenomena all throughout town. Only its members knew the true nature of their work. Most people were unable to see the ghosts responsible for the mysterious happenings.
It was a club meeting like any other day. One of the classrooms had been reserved for their club activities after school. This served as a sort of office hour, where anyone could come to them with paranormal trouble. While they waited, the club president was giving a particularly dry presentation about supernatural events around the world. He was a student with glasses almost as large as his face. He wore cargo shorts and a polo shirt, complete with a pocket protector for his pens.
Of the two girls listening to his presentation, one looked immensely bored, slouched over her desk. She was dressed in her Sunday best, a red dress matching her red hair. The other girl had an expression that would be impossible to parse even if her bangs weren't obscuring her eyes. She was dressed for comfort, with slip-on shoes and a sweater that hung past her hands.
It was a club meeting like any other day. One of the classrooms had been reserved for their club activities after school. This served as a sort of office hour, where anyone could come to them with paranormal trouble. While they waited, the club president was giving a particularly dry presentation about supernatural events around the world. He was a student with glasses almost as large as his face. He wore cargo shorts and a polo shirt, complete with a pocket protector for his pens.
Of the two girls listening to his presentation, one looked immensely bored, slouched over her desk. She was dressed in her Sunday best, a red dress matching her red hair. The other girl had an expression that would be impossible to parse even if her bangs weren't obscuring her eyes. She was dressed for comfort, with slip-on shoes and a sweater that hung past her hands.
Ripley studied the closed door. She glanced at the piece of paper in her hand. Yes, this was the right door. This was the right time. Everything was right except for the fact that she was willingly standing here. She'd only been coming to Hawes Middle School for a year now, not even a full year, but even she knew the reputation that followed the so-called "ghost club:" A group of weirdos who thought they were "all that" for supposedly solving a few mysteries. She doubted that. Everyone knew kids solving mysteries was just books for babies. That didn't happen in real life, and mixing with this lot was going to put a serious dent in the reputation she'd been trying so hard to cultivate. Not that she actually cared about reputations, of course... Whatever. She should get out of here before someone saw her here.
She turned to go and stopped short. The blue and black spectral figure floated just above the floor, hands reaching out, grasping toward her. His - its - face contorted in fury, its transparent eyes bloodshot and bulging. She scowled at it as it blocked her path. This stupid thing was so annoying! It was always following her around like a massive butthead! Yet, despite being forced to look at it almost daily for the past three months, the sight of its twisted body still sent her stomach into knots. Life wasn't much fun when you were constantly looking over your shoulder or trying to avoid reflective surfaces.
Squaring her shoulders, she turned, opened the door, and stomped inside. "Hey, who's in charge here?" she blurted angrily before she could change her mind.
She turned to go and stopped short. The blue and black spectral figure floated just above the floor, hands reaching out, grasping toward her. His - its - face contorted in fury, its transparent eyes bloodshot and bulging. She scowled at it as it blocked her path. This stupid thing was so annoying! It was always following her around like a massive butthead! Yet, despite being forced to look at it almost daily for the past three months, the sight of its twisted body still sent her stomach into knots. Life wasn't much fun when you were constantly looking over your shoulder or trying to avoid reflective surfaces.
Squaring her shoulders, she turned, opened the door, and stomped inside. "Hey, who's in charge here?" she blurted angrily before she could change her mind.
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