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Enliven has a minion!
Shannon the Red Snow Fairy
Shannon the Red Snow Fairy
Enliven
Legacy Name: Enliven
The
Graveyard TelenineOwner:
EvergreenAge: 11 years, 10 months, 3 weeks
Born: June 6th, 2012
Adopted: 11 years, 10 months, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: June 6th, 2012
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
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ENLIVEN'S STORY IS ABOUT DEATH...FOR THE MOST PART. WEREN'T EXPECTING THAT, WERE YOU?
It all started with a necklace... An odd-looking necklace with a golden chain and an emerald-like charm in the shape of a skull. Legend has it, that anyone who wears this necklace will become a necromancer, that is, they will gain the ability to control the dead, so long as they have a sixth sense. Which is only sensible, after all, how can you control something you cannot see? That's just crazy!
There is a catch though: legend also has it that the emerald harbors a thousand souls from past wearers. When you put this necklace on, you gain the ability to control the dead, but in doing so you become dead yourself. This necklace STEALS your soul, and you become a zombie. The good news though, is that if you just keep the necklace on at all times, you won't look like one! You will always look just as you did the day you put it on. Take it off though and it will show your true form...
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With a candle in his hand, Martin walked through the underground corridor that he and his undead friends had made when he still had his necromancer necklace. The hallway with a room at the end of it has been his home ever since he lost said necklace. It lies beneath the graveyard of the city he used to reside in. Because of the curse of the charm, he now wanders the earth as a walking skeleton, so he can't go back to his normal life.
...Well, because he's dead, y'know?
Little did he know, that this night was about to change his "life" as it were, forever…
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"Are you scared?"
Two young girls were out in the cemetery that night. The girls were ghost-hunting, trying to engage with the spirits that are said to wander the graveyard. Neither of them had any experience with communicating with the dead.
"Nope! I'm excited, actually," replied the red-haired girl.
"I mean, this is fun, it's like going to a party, you know? We're just…chattin' it up with people." she said, with a sort of masked apprehension, like she was only pretending to know what she was saying.
"I guess that's one way of looking at it," said the other girl with plain brown hair, with naïve agreement. She too, was nervous, only much more visibly so.
They were trying to pick up EVPs on their smart phones. EVP stands for Electronic Voice Phenomenon. They ask the dead person a question, and the (electrical) recording device (in this case, a phone) picks up the ghost's response (or voice) and the result is a phenomenon.
"Do you know who I really want to talk to?" prompted Shannon, the red-haired girl.
"I want to talk to the Man with the Skeleton Hand."
She was referring to a local legend about a man with a skeleton hand. Well, I'm guessing you figured that part out.
Some locals have claimed to see a Grim Reaper-like figure walking about the cemetery. He was seen opening up one of the mausoleums, his sleeve falling down to reveal his boney extremity as he opened the door.
The two teenagers asked dozens of questions, and for the most part, had no responses, except for one ghost that said, "Poop, pee, booger" and then laughed, which the two ghosthunters misheard and thought he said, "Shoot me, brother" and were rather frightened at what they thought was an ominous revelation about the ghost's death.
"Quit playing around, Zack!" shouted another ghost.
"Hahaha! Can you believe that scared them? They're so gullible, it's so easy!
"All you have to do is stand at a distance away from the recorder, say anything, and they make up all kinds of stuff! They always think you're saying something scary!
"Imagine if I did say something scary…" the ghost paused, and looked over at the girls deviously.
"Tell us more about your death! What is your brother's name, maybe we can help you!" said the brown haired girl, with righteous mysticism in her voice.
"GET OUT, GET OUT!!! HE'S COMING!! RUN LIKE HELLLLLLL!!!!!" the ghost shouted into the device, loud and clear and with the deepest, most guttural voice he could muster -- like a death metal vocalist.
The girls immediately obeyed and took off, but in different directions. By mere coincidence, the wind blew on the hedges that Shannon was running towards, causing her to believe that the ghost was in front of her. Shannon lost sight of her friend (who fled in the correct direction of home), and hearing footsteps, which was really just Zack stomping in place right next to her, she fled to the mausoleum close by.
"Huh. I wasn't expecting her to go in there." said Zack.
When she entered the mausoleum she turned around to find the tomb inside was pushed off to the side, revealing a wooden staircase. Hearing Zack's stomping outside the door, and then seeing the mausoleum door open slightly on its own, she turned on the flashlight app of her phone and went down the stairs, and found it was already lit by candlelight.
Martin, hearing a ruckus, investigated, poking his head out from his lonely room.
"OH SHIT." he pulled his head back. Shannon made her way to his home and was standing at the end of his hallway.
He shook off his initial surprise and flipped his hood on. He looked down to hide his skull for a face, then stepped out of his room and walked towards her.
"Oh god, no!!" Shannon panicked at the sight of him.
"You need to leave here," he said, with a forcefully deep voice, as if she needed to be more intimidated.
She quickly tried to run up the stairs, but one of the stairs collapsed in and her leg had gotten stuck.
"…Oh jeez…" Martin sighed.
"NO! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME! I'LL LEAVE, JUST LET ME GO! OW!" Shannon struggles and cries, tears streaming down her face. She looked even younger than she actually was.
Martin's non-existent heart fell down into his non-existent stomach.
"No, stop, it's okay, don't freak out, you're fine, I'm not gonna hurt you, shh-shh…"
Martin realized she might not be alone and someone might hear her screams. He approached her slowly, extending his arms out to help, unintentionally showing off his fleshless upper limbs, which freaked her out even more.
But then, she stopped.
"Oh good, you calmed down, thank you. See? Everything's fine." he was relieved at her unexpected cooperation.
"You're the Man with the Skeleton Hand." she said.
…"And arms, and feet and legs and body." he added, as he lifted her, freeing her from the staircase.
A voice from the stairs shouted, "Sorry about that! I wasn't expecting her to run into a freakin' TOMB after being scared."
"You're a douche, Zack!" Martin commented.
"Who are you talking to?" Shannon asked, disturbed even more by Martin's seemingly random shouting. She couldn't hear Zack's voice.
"That's the ghost that scared you, he was doing in on purpose to mess with you. He does it all the time." he informed her.
Shannon smiled, realizing her fear was all from a joke, and started to laugh at the ludacrousy of the situation. The ghosts really were like living people. Her curiosity came back to her, and she began to bombard Martin with questions. He was the one she wanted to talk to, after all.
After that, she visited him every night. She did not tell her friends or family, per Martin's wishes. When she inquired about his condition, he told her about the necklace and how he came to be one of the walking dead. He told her that a woman took his necklace from him, which exposed him for what he really was: a zombie. As time went on, the rest of his flesh rotted away, which left him with what currently remains of his remains.
Shannon wondered if anything else could be done to help him. It must have been somewhat lonely being in that one room beneath the earth for so long. So, she decided to take him home with her! Martin was rather worried, of course, but she somehow convinced him to let her stuff him in a garbage bag and carry him home with her. Obviously, Martin loves the girl. She even convinced him to live in her closet, which was one of those spacious walk-in closets, with enough space for a small bed.
It wouldn't be long before others found out, of course, and when her mother, Karen, stumbled across him while putting away Shannon's laundry, she screamed so loudly that the neighbors came to the door. Martin frantically tried to explain the situation and calm her down. He succeeded and thankfully Karen shooed the neighbors away, but she couldn't help but wonder, and so he retold his story to her, and this time mentioned the woman's name.
As it turned out, Karen remembered the name. The woman thief had become the most popular medium in the world, who now goes by the name of Rosalia Black. Generic sounding, I know. It's no wonder the woman became so popular, with her necromancing abilities, she could manipulate spirits and make people believe that they had a real problem when, much of the time, they didn't. She put on the most convincing show of all the mediums in the world, and rarely seemed to use her powers for good.
When Shannon learned of this, she bought tickets to Rosalia Black's next show nearest to them, for a whopping sum of money, as you could imagine.
And so, with tickets in hand, Shannon and Karen headed to the closest big city, bringing Martin with them in large backpacks, with Shannon carrying his upper body, and Karen getting the lower half. They attended Rosalia Black's Spirit Show.
"WELCOME! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND BENEVOLENT SPIRITS!" a wide-eyed woman called out. She stood in the middle of the stage, surrounded by a large audience. She spread her arms out, looking to the ceiling, as if to call upon aforementioned spirits.
The woman had jet-black hair with red highlights, and wore her hair big, a bit like the scenes kids in the late 2000s, though she looked like she would have been in her late 30s at that time. She was wearing a black dress with a spiderweb pattern around the cleavage, and the necromancer necklace was lodged neatly between her bosom. Obviously Elvira-inspired. Even more generic.
"I see it!" Shannon whispered to her backpack, which she held in her lap.
"I do, too." said her mother who was sitting next to her. She was also cradling a backpack, which held the rest of Martin's body.
"Tonight! I sense an ominous aura covering the audience. Someone has brought a darkness with them!
"Who here has used a ouija board lately? Raise your hand!"
Naturally, as one would expect, a number of people attending a paranormal stageshow raised their hands. Who would have thought they would have interest in doing such things!
"YOU..." she pointed accusingly at a young female in the audience. The underage girl shrunk in her seat.
"You... You have brought something with you. Something evil! It has been following you! Couldn't you sense it?! Why would you let something like that into the living world?! Naive girl! You don't know how to properly call upon spirits!" she berated the girl.
"I...I was only trying to contact my sister... She died a few months ago." she said, hunkered down, tearfully and with ashamed fear in her eyes.
Martin, hearing the woman's familiar voice, peaked through the tiny unzipped part of Shannon's backpack.
"What the hell is she doing to that little girl? I don't sense any auras... That witch is lying." he said quietly, seemingly to himself. He dared not risk being heard by another audience member.
"That does not matter! You still allowed evil spirits to cross over into our realm. You have left me no choice! I must cleanse the building now."
Rosalia extended her arms out and began to act like she was in a sort of trance. She rolled her eyes back, and started talking tongue-y gibberish.
"EVIL SPIRITS! LEEEEEAVE!" she yelled at the top of her lungs.
"Sigh... Well, there's our cue." said one spirit.
"Looks like we're scaring a teenage girl today. At least this one's older than the last one." said another.
"Annnnnd we're losing control. I hate my life." said a third.
The 3 spirits began to fly erratically around the room. Rosalia was in complete control of them, causing them to flicker lights and whiz passed audience members, giving a number of people a good scare. For a few moments, the room was filled with chaos.
Then, suddenly everything went dark.
"I hate this part..." one of the spirits complained.
Suddenly the brooding spirit apparated in the middle of the room, only to appear in front of the teenage girl sitting in the audience the very next second. With his face clearly shown, he made eye contacted with the girl. He looked sad, which he genuinely was, only for the fact that he was slave to a wicked woman who used him to scare people.
Then, in a blink of an eye, his normal face turned into a horrific, monstrous ghost-face, and he let out a terrifying roar. The teenager he was meant to scare tried to dash out of the room, but the doors were shut and she couldn't escape. Some of the braver audience members jumped in front of her to protect her.
"EVIL SPIRIT! AWAY FROM THEM! BEGONE!" Rosalia began chanting louder, and threw what looked like a hula-hoop onto the floor.
"GO BACK INTO THE PORTAL! BACK TO THE UNDERWORLD WHERE YOU BELOOOOONG!"
The 3 spirits got sucked into the "portal" and disappeared. Lights came back on, and the room was quiet.
"Do you feel that? This place is at peace again! Do you see? If you contact the dead, you can bring evil spirits into this world and they will follow you! My work here is done. You are all cleansed! Thank you for coming! Bless you all! Have a good night! Good-bye!" she waved to the audience, and walked off the stage.
"FOLLOW HER." Martin commanded Shannon.
Shannon wanted to get up and follow the woman thief, but security guards would have stopped her and she couldn't risk being inspected. Martin peered out of the bag and felt a sense of helplessness -- the necklace was so close, yet so far. Then, he saw a ghost.
One of the ghosts who "performed" was standing on stage, watching the majority of the audience leave the building.
"HEY! PSSST! DEAD GUY! GHOST MAN, I SEE YOU, LOOK AT THE GIRL WITH THE RED HAIR WITH THE BAG!"
The ghost looked around.
"Yeah you! You're the one who scared that little girl!"
"What? Who's saying that? Who's talking to me?" inquired the spirit while still looking.
"I'm in the bag!"
The ghost walked up close to the bag, and bent down and inspected, and saw Martin's skull-face inside. The ghost jumped back, startled.
"WHOA HEY! Why is this lady carrying a dead body in her bag!?"
"Say, that's not me, is it?" the ghost wondered.
"I need your help! Follow Rosalia, but do it sneakily! I need to know where she goes, she stole that necklace from me! I need to get it back! Come back here to let us know where she goes!" Martin pleaded.
"Shit, I don't care, I'll do anything to get out of that crazy woman's control. Sure thing." the ghost promptly obeyed.
The ghost went and followed the wicked woman as she drove back to her home. He obtained her address and returned to the parking lot where Shannon and her mother were parked. Martin thanked the ghost. Shannon and Karen also thanked the ghost but were looking the wrong way. They then hopped in the car and headed over to the address that was given to them.
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ENLIVEN'S STORY IS ABOUT DEATH...FOR THE MOST PART. WEREN'T EXPECTING THAT, WERE YOU?
It all started with a necklace... An odd-looking necklace with a golden chain and an emerald-like charm in the shape of a skull. Legend has it, that anyone who wears this necklace will become a necromancer, that is, they will gain the ability to control the dead, so long as they have a sixth sense. Which is only sensible, after all, how can you control something you cannot see? That's just crazy!
There is a catch though: legend also has it that the emerald harbors a thousand souls from past wearers. When you put this necklace on, you gain the ability to control the dead, but in doing so you become dead yourself. This necklace STEALS your soul, and you become a zombie. The good news though, is that if you just keep the necklace on at all times, you won't look like one! You will always look just as you did the day you put it on. Take it off though and it will show your true form...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
With a candle in his hand, Martin walked through the underground corridor that he and his undead friends had made when he still had his necromancer necklace. The hallway with a room at the end of it has been his home ever since he lost said necklace. It lies beneath the graveyard of the city he used to reside in. Because of the curse of the charm, he now wanders the earth as a walking skeleton, so he can't go back to his normal life.
...Well, because he's dead, y'know?
Little did he know, that this night was about to change his "life" as it were, forever…
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"Are you scared?"
Two young girls were out in the cemetery that night. The girls were ghost-hunting, trying to engage with the spirits that are said to wander the graveyard. Neither of them had any experience with communicating with the dead.
"Nope! I'm excited, actually," replied the red-haired girl.
"I mean, this is fun, it's like going to a party, you know? We're just…chattin' it up with people." she said, with a sort of masked apprehension, like she was only pretending to know what she was saying.
"I guess that's one way of looking at it," said the other girl with plain brown hair, with naïve agreement. She too, was nervous, only much more visibly so.
They were trying to pick up EVPs on their smart phones. EVP stands for Electronic Voice Phenomenon. They ask the dead person a question, and the (electrical) recording device (in this case, a phone) picks up the ghost's response (or voice) and the result is a phenomenon.
"Do you know who I really want to talk to?" prompted Shannon, the red-haired girl.
"I want to talk to the Man with the Skeleton Hand."
She was referring to a local legend about a man with a skeleton hand. Well, I'm guessing you figured that part out.
Some locals have claimed to see a Grim Reaper-like figure walking about the cemetery. He was seen opening up one of the mausoleums, his sleeve falling down to reveal his boney extremity as he opened the door.
The two teenagers asked dozens of questions, and for the most part, had no responses, except for one ghost that said, "Poop, pee, booger" and then laughed, which the two ghosthunters misheard and thought he said, "Shoot me, brother" and were rather frightened at what they thought was an ominous revelation about the ghost's death.
"Quit playing around, Zack!" shouted another ghost.
"Hahaha! Can you believe that scared them? They're so gullible, it's so easy!
"All you have to do is stand at a distance away from the recorder, say anything, and they make up all kinds of stuff! They always think you're saying something scary!
"Imagine if I did say something scary…" the ghost paused, and looked over at the girls deviously.
"Tell us more about your death! What is your brother's name, maybe we can help you!" said the brown haired girl, with righteous mysticism in her voice.
"GET OUT, GET OUT!!! HE'S COMING!! RUN LIKE HELLLLLLL!!!!!" the ghost shouted into the device, loud and clear and with the deepest, most guttural voice he could muster -- like a death metal vocalist.
The girls immediately obeyed and took off, but in different directions. By mere coincidence, the wind blew on the hedges that Shannon was running towards, causing her to believe that the ghost was in front of her. Shannon lost sight of her friend (who fled in the correct direction of home), and hearing footsteps, which was really just Zack stomping in place right next to her, she fled to the mausoleum close by.
"Huh. I wasn't expecting her to go in there." said Zack.
When she entered the mausoleum she turned around to find the tomb inside was pushed off to the side, revealing a wooden staircase. Hearing Zack's stomping outside the door, and then seeing the mausoleum door open slightly on its own, she turned on the flashlight app of her phone and went down the stairs, and found it was already lit by candlelight.
Martin, hearing a ruckus, investigated, poking his head out from his lonely room.
"OH SHIT." he pulled his head back. Shannon made her way to his home and was standing at the end of his hallway.
He shook off his initial surprise and flipped his hood on. He looked down to hide his skull for a face, then stepped out of his room and walked towards her.
"Oh god, no!!" Shannon panicked at the sight of him.
"You need to leave here," he said, with a forcefully deep voice, as if she needed to be more intimidated.
She quickly tried to run up the stairs, but one of the stairs collapsed in and her leg had gotten stuck.
"…Oh jeez…" Martin sighed.
"NO! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME! I'LL LEAVE, JUST LET ME GO! OW!" Shannon struggles and cries, tears streaming down her face. She looked even younger than she actually was.
Martin's non-existent heart fell down into his non-existent stomach.
"No, stop, it's okay, don't freak out, you're fine, I'm not gonna hurt you, shh-shh…"
Martin realized she might not be alone and someone might hear her screams. He approached her slowly, extending his arms out to help, unintentionally showing off his fleshless upper limbs, which freaked her out even more.
But then, she stopped.
"Oh good, you calmed down, thank you. See? Everything's fine." he was relieved at her unexpected cooperation.
"You're the Man with the Skeleton Hand." she said.
…"And arms, and feet and legs and body." he added, as he lifted her, freeing her from the staircase.
A voice from the stairs shouted, "Sorry about that! I wasn't expecting her to run into a freakin' TOMB after being scared."
"You're a douche, Zack!" Martin commented.
"Who are you talking to?" Shannon asked, disturbed even more by Martin's seemingly random shouting. She couldn't hear Zack's voice.
"That's the ghost that scared you, he was doing in on purpose to mess with you. He does it all the time." he informed her.
Shannon smiled, realizing her fear was all from a joke, and started to laugh at the ludacrousy of the situation. The ghosts really were like living people. Her curiosity came back to her, and she began to bombard Martin with questions. He was the one she wanted to talk to, after all.
After that, she visited him every night. She did not tell her friends or family, per Martin's wishes. When she inquired about his condition, he told her about the necklace and how he came to be one of the walking dead. He told her that a woman took his necklace from him, which exposed him for what he really was: a zombie. As time went on, the rest of his flesh rotted away, which left him with what currently remains of his remains.
Shannon wondered if anything else could be done to help him. It must have been somewhat lonely being in that one room beneath the earth for so long. So, she decided to take him home with her! Martin was rather worried, of course, but she somehow convinced him to let her stuff him in a garbage bag and carry him home with her. Obviously, Martin loves the girl. She even convinced him to live in her closet, which was one of those spacious walk-in closets, with enough space for a small bed.
It wouldn't be long before others found out, of course, and when her mother, Karen, stumbled across him while putting away Shannon's laundry, she screamed so loudly that the neighbors came to the door. Martin frantically tried to explain the situation and calm her down. He succeeded and thankfully Karen shooed the neighbors away, but she couldn't help but wonder, and so he retold his story to her, and this time mentioned the woman's name.
As it turned out, Karen remembered the name. The woman thief had become the most popular medium in the world, who now goes by the name of Rosalia Black. Generic sounding, I know. It's no wonder the woman became so popular, with her necromancing abilities, she could manipulate spirits and make people believe that they had a real problem when, much of the time, they didn't. She put on the most convincing show of all the mediums in the world, and rarely seemed to use her powers for good.
When Shannon learned of this, she bought tickets to Rosalia Black's next show nearest to them, for a whopping sum of money, as you could imagine.
And so, with tickets in hand, Shannon and Karen headed to the closest big city, bringing Martin with them in large backpacks, with Shannon carrying his upper body, and Karen getting the lower half. They attended Rosalia Black's Spirit Show.
"WELCOME! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND BENEVOLENT SPIRITS!" a wide-eyed woman called out. She stood in the middle of the stage, surrounded by a large audience. She spread her arms out, looking to the ceiling, as if to call upon aforementioned spirits.
The woman had jet-black hair with red highlights, and wore her hair big, a bit like the scenes kids in the late 2000s, though she looked like she would have been in her late 30s at that time. She was wearing a black dress with a spiderweb pattern around the cleavage, and the necromancer necklace was lodged neatly between her bosom. Obviously Elvira-inspired. Even more generic.
"I see it!" Shannon whispered to her backpack, which she held in her lap.
"I do, too." said her mother who was sitting next to her. She was also cradling a backpack, which held the rest of Martin's body.
"Tonight! I sense an ominous aura covering the audience. Someone has brought a darkness with them!
"Who here has used a ouija board lately? Raise your hand!"
Naturally, as one would expect, a number of people attending a paranormal stageshow raised their hands. Who would have thought they would have interest in doing such things!
"YOU..." she pointed accusingly at a young female in the audience. The underage girl shrunk in her seat.
"You... You have brought something with you. Something evil! It has been following you! Couldn't you sense it?! Why would you let something like that into the living world?! Naive girl! You don't know how to properly call upon spirits!" she berated the girl.
"I...I was only trying to contact my sister... She died a few months ago." she said, hunkered down, tearfully and with ashamed fear in her eyes.
Martin, hearing the woman's familiar voice, peaked through the tiny unzipped part of Shannon's backpack.
"What the hell is she doing to that little girl? I don't sense any auras... That witch is lying." he said quietly, seemingly to himself. He dared not risk being heard by another audience member.
"That does not matter! You still allowed evil spirits to cross over into our realm. You have left me no choice! I must cleanse the building now."
Rosalia extended her arms out and began to act like she was in a sort of trance. She rolled her eyes back, and started talking tongue-y gibberish.
"EVIL SPIRITS! LEEEEEAVE!" she yelled at the top of her lungs.
"Sigh... Well, there's our cue." said one spirit.
"Looks like we're scaring a teenage girl today. At least this one's older than the last one." said another.
"Annnnnd we're losing control. I hate my life." said a third.
The 3 spirits began to fly erratically around the room. Rosalia was in complete control of them, causing them to flicker lights and whiz passed audience members, giving a number of people a good scare. For a few moments, the room was filled with chaos.
Then, suddenly everything went dark.
"I hate this part..." one of the spirits complained.
Suddenly the brooding spirit apparated in the middle of the room, only to appear in front of the teenage girl sitting in the audience the very next second. With his face clearly shown, he made eye contacted with the girl. He looked sad, which he genuinely was, only for the fact that he was slave to a wicked woman who used him to scare people.
Then, in a blink of an eye, his normal face turned into a horrific, monstrous ghost-face, and he let out a terrifying roar. The teenager he was meant to scare tried to dash out of the room, but the doors were shut and she couldn't escape. Some of the braver audience members jumped in front of her to protect her.
"EVIL SPIRIT! AWAY FROM THEM! BEGONE!" Rosalia began chanting louder, and threw what looked like a hula-hoop onto the floor.
"GO BACK INTO THE PORTAL! BACK TO THE UNDERWORLD WHERE YOU BELOOOOONG!"
The 3 spirits got sucked into the "portal" and disappeared. Lights came back on, and the room was quiet.
"Do you feel that? This place is at peace again! Do you see? If you contact the dead, you can bring evil spirits into this world and they will follow you! My work here is done. You are all cleansed! Thank you for coming! Bless you all! Have a good night! Good-bye!" she waved to the audience, and walked off the stage.
"FOLLOW HER." Martin commanded Shannon.
Shannon wanted to get up and follow the woman thief, but security guards would have stopped her and she couldn't risk being inspected. Martin peered out of the bag and felt a sense of helplessness -- the necklace was so close, yet so far. Then, he saw a ghost.
One of the ghosts who "performed" was standing on stage, watching the majority of the audience leave the building.
"HEY! PSSST! DEAD GUY! GHOST MAN, I SEE YOU, LOOK AT THE GIRL WITH THE RED HAIR WITH THE BAG!"
The ghost looked around.
"Yeah you! You're the one who scared that little girl!"
"What? Who's saying that? Who's talking to me?" inquired the spirit while still looking.
"I'm in the bag!"
The ghost walked up close to the bag, and bent down and inspected, and saw Martin's skull-face inside. The ghost jumped back, startled.
"WHOA HEY! Why is this lady carrying a dead body in her bag!?"
"Say, that's not me, is it?" the ghost wondered.
"I need your help! Follow Rosalia, but do it sneakily! I need to know where she goes, she stole that necklace from me! I need to get it back! Come back here to let us know where she goes!" Martin pleaded.
"Shit, I don't care, I'll do anything to get out of that crazy woman's control. Sure thing." the ghost promptly obeyed.
The ghost went and followed the wicked woman as she drove back to her home. He obtained her address and returned to the parking lot where Shannon and her mother were parked. Martin thanked the ghost. Shannon and Karen also thanked the ghost but were looking the wrong way. They then hopped in the car and headed over to the address that was given to them.
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