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Coming here was a bad idea. A terrible, terrible idea.

Although to be fair, he [i]had[/i] had to divert everyone’s attention to something other than creating chaos, and he really didn’t think that they would have paid much attention to a lecture about cryptids or malevolent spirits, or whatever. [color=fff79a]Damn skeptics…[/color]

And this [i]had[/i] been meant to be a brief, interesting trip to a haunted spot. They hadn’t been [i]trying[/i] to stir up the ghost.

But of course, that was what had happened. And therefore they were in a really awful situation.

Why? Well, lots of reasons, and in the spirit of being a complete teacher’s pet, Andy had internally compiled a comprehensive list to make things a little easier to understand.

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1.	He’d broken his glasses. And they were expensive glasses.
2.	As an unfortunate consequence of breaking his glasses, he could see… absolutely nothing. Blurry outlines, maybe.
3.	Not helping the situation was the fact that the lights had turned off.
4.	Also not helping the situation was the fact that the REASON the lights had turned off was probably the fact that there was a murderous ghost in the room.
5.	And of course, the murderous ghost had a captive who they couldn’t leave without.
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In other words… yeah. The situation was pretty terrible.

On the bright side, he’d often been informed that his appearance improved tenfold when he wasn’t wearing glasses. So this way, he could die in [i]style[/i]. Huzzah.

[color=f6989d]"I'm fine, are you okay Andy?"[/color] said Tori, sounding concerned… and also a little scared. He bit his lip, nervously.

[color=fff79a]“I’m okay,”[/color] he said. [color=fff79a]“Physically. For now. In the meantime, I’ve broken my glasses, so, yeah. Be on your guard, and if I’m about to walk into a wall, for the love of god, [i]stop me.[/i]”
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And then there was a crash. A [i]loud[/i] crash. Andy jumped about a foot into the air, and landed on his glasses with a loud crunch, again.

Well, those weren’t going to be salvageable.

[color=0072bc]"AH DAMNIT THAT ACTUALLY HURT!” [/color] said someone. Gray, probably. [color=0072bc]Ugh, so much for investigating without being noticed... Er, anyways, I'm not a fervent believer in spirits roaming the bathroom, but I wouldn't just like to point out that there probably isn't fi-"[/color]

More weeping noises. Andy shuddered.

Gray kept talking. [color=0072bc]“…I felt that there was another set of eyes watching us in here. If I had my sisters supposed latent abilities to speak with spectral beings, this would be a lot easier. However, at this point, there aren't five people in this location right now from what we can understand. There are six... And I think that's the same one Andy warned us in advance. I didn't believe in such things until now, and if you guys didn't either, I would recommend that you start right now."[/color]

Well, someone had certainly been converted. He’d felt [i]eyes[/i]? Well, now was not the time to be intrigued, but Andy would have to ask him about that later. 

Also, the flashlight. Bright, bright, bright… a good idea, but [i]ow.[/i] His poor eyes.

Someone started swearing in German. Yeah, he could guess who that was. Foreign tattoo girl, huh?

And then someone else walked right into him, and he stumbled a little. [color=0072bc]"Eh?! Erm, sorry about that, just trying to look for this ethereal being, eheh, heh... Hm..."[/color]

Oh, Gray again. Andy was starting to think that this was going to be a thing. How many people had bumped into or been bumped into by Gray now?

Well, it didn’t matter. It was cold, and there were crying sounds coming from one of the stalls, and this was definitely an awful, terrible situation.

[color=red]"Sorry about that. Anyway, anything I can help with boss?"[/color]

Andy opened his mouth to reply--

And the door slammed shut with a loud crash.

Yeah, they probably should have seen that coming. [i]Shit,[/i] he thought, a chill running up his spine. The ghost was serious about this whole ‘kill-the-intruders’ thing, then.

The air was cold, and smelled distinctly like ozone. He’d read online that that was a sign of paranormal activity… not good.

The whimpering continued, but now… he could almost make out [i]words[/i]. Could everyone else hear them? Or was it just him? He wasn’t sure.

[i]“I’m so lonely,”[/i] whispered the ghost, her voice wracked by sobs. She sounded… scratchy, almost. Like her voice was coming in through a radio or something. The sound of it made the hairs on the nape of Andy’s neck prickle. [i]”I just want friends… why doesn’t anyone like me?”[/i]

[color=fff79a]“Try the door,”[/color] Andy said desperately, not really expecting much. [color=fff79a]“It’s worth a shot, but we still have to find Brody before we can leave, he has to be in here somewhere--”[/color]

And that, of course, that was exactly when two icy cold hands wrapped themselves around his neck, and [i]squeezed.[/i]

Andy choked and went down, falling to his knees. There was a heavy weight on his back, and he could see dark hair over his face. Stringy dark hair. It smelled like-- like [i]blood--[/i]

[i]“You’re here to take away my friends, aren’t you?”[/i] the ghost hissed, directly into his ear. [i]“I won’t let you do that. They’re going to stay with me forever.”[/i]

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He was going to die like this, wasn’t he? He struggled, but the ghost was too strong, and he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t [i]breathe[/i]--

[color=fff79a]“The-- Tori, the salt--[/color]” he gasped out, choking. [color=fff79a]“Tori--”[/color]

It hurt. It hurt it hurt it hurt so [i]bad[/i] and he couldn’t breathe and he was too young to die, he hadn’t even done anything yet, he’d just wanted to have fun with some friends and that was why he’d started this club in the first place, but--

Bizarrely, what ran through his oxygen-deprived mind, even as the world started to go fuzzy around the edges, was salt and its historic use in Buddhist traditional faiths to ward off evil spirits. 

Thanks, brain. Real helpful.
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