[hr][h1][i][color=bc8dbf]Theresa Sindel Obott[/color][/i][/h1][hr]

[color=bc8dbf][i]I believe! I believe! I believe![/i][/color]

The chant went through her head over and over again as she tried her best to squirm free. Grabbing onto the ghost's hands and trying to pull - yet, she couldn't muster the strength to free herself from it's spectral grasp. Things were going dark. She felt the ghost's clawed grip tighten and put even more weight onto her neck. [color=bc8dbf][i]Wha... why aren't you guys helping me!?[/i][/color] The frantic thoughts rushed through her head as she looked at the group. Who seemed to be just as scared as she was. This was it. This was how she was going to die. She just wanted to make some friends and some spectre comes to kill her. Her vision faded to black, and she wondered if anyone here would even [i]care[/i].

... Someone [i]does[/i] care.

Theresa barely noticed it, but somebody ran over to her, and kicked it in the face. Theresa felt as it's cold hands left her neck. She immediately gasped for air, and started panting heavily. She was light headed, and felt... terrible really. She kept a hand on her head. She looks around, and saw the person standing on top of her. It was Tattooes! The hot blond that she saw in the meeting room a little while back. Theresa smiled at her, wobbling from left to right, subtly. [color=bc8dbf]"Th-thank you... I love you so much for that...."[/color] She said to Elizabeth.

Everything else seemed like a blur.... So much going on. And her heart was still racing faster than ever.

She just wanted to go home.