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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