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[color=khaki]Time:[/color] Night
[color=khaki]Location:[/color] Apartment going to Trance
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Monica woke up with a snort. She was thinking so deeply about an idea for her next project that she didn't realize she fell asleep on her desk. It was night time and the outside was filled with yellow and white lights that came from apartment and house windows, as well as the passing cars and the lamp posts on the street. She watched people of all ages walk and go about their lives. Well, majority of them [i]were[/i] people. The outside lights helped brighten Monica's darkened room a bit and she rubbed her face before feeling the walls to open her lights. 

She sleepily walked towards her bathroom. She looked at her groggy reflection in the mirror before leaning over the sink to wash her face before wiping herself. When she stood up, she saw the reflection of another person behind her. It was a woman with bluish-grey skin and dark brown eyes wearing a long white dress with even longer billowing sleeves. Her long black hair was spread out behind her head as she looked at Monica with wide frightening eyes and an open mouth.

Monica, however, was not impressed. [color=khaki]"How predictable, Amanda."[/color] 

The ghostly woman named Amanda dropped her arms and groaned exasperatedly. "Oh come on! How are ya not afraid? Guys and girls will always scream their butts off whenever I do it!"

[color=khaki]"Yeah, you try to scare the girl that could see ghosts."[/color] Monica shrugged and gave Amanda a 'Welp' expression as she went on of the bathroom. Amanda pouted but followed her. "That's like so unfair, y'know. I've been trying to scare ya 78 times and I didn't even hear a single scream from ya!"

78 was the number of days that passed since Monica started seeing ghosts again. It's also the number of days that had passed since she last saw her aunt, leaving nothing but a letter in an envelope. The words [i]'Open only when you're [u]alone[/u]'[/i] was written on the envelope's back with the word 'alone' underlined. Monica was confused at first because she was the only one living in this apartment until she realized: her aunt [i]knew[/i] of the girl's gift. Her aunt also knew Monica will never be alone because of the ghosts randomly roaming about the living world. Monica decided to just keep the letter a secret for now as she knew she would have to read it eventually.

She tied her hair back in a bun before heating up water for her hot chocolate. [color=khaki]Well, it's not my fault I don't scare easily. Besides, I watch horror movies all the time. Have you seen my watch history?"[/color]. 

Amanda pouted, crossing her arms and hovering mid-air as she watched Monica prepare her drink. "Hmph! Ghosts from Hollywood are nothin' compared to the real ones! Not all ghosts look demonic and bloody and ugly and...", Amanda rumbled on. Monica listened to the ghost while sipping her hot chocolate and what the ghost said reminded Monica of the first time she saw her.

Ghosts could change their clothes and hairstyles but only if they wore those clothes and had those hairstyles when they were still living. The things they can't change were their sex and skin tone which was always bluish-grey. Other than that, they still retained their mannerisms, accents, and way of thinking even after death.

From Monica's time in spending here and due to Amanda's talkative nature, she knew the ghost was 22 years old when she died but she died so long ago that she lost count of how long she was a ghost. She didn't want to get to the specifics of how she died which Monica respected. Not all ghosts wanted to say how they died, especially if it was in a tragic, untimely, or humiliating way. However, Monica did notice Amanda's particular distaste in the words 'sweetie' and 'honey'. 

Monica snapped back to reality when Amanda clapped. "Oh my gosh, I just remembered! I heard from a couple of my ghost friends that there's a party goin' on in Trance. Y'know, the club that's suspiciously close to a grade school? Anyway, I heard there's a lot of handsome men there. I think this is the perfect chance for ya to meet up with people, eh?". Amanda smiled and playfully nudged Monica's arm, which felt like a cool breeze blowing on her skin.

Monica sighed. [color=khaki]"Amanda, there's [i]always[/i] a party going on there; it's a club. I don't think I'll like it there,"[/color] she said. 

"Oh come on, girl! You've been cooped up in this apartment for days. Ya really need to get out and meet other people or ya might rot here forever! That's not a good way to go, y'know. Just please do it for little ol' me?", Amanda said as she batted her ghostly eyes at Monica.

It was true that she hadn't gotten out of the apartment for so long. The only people she talked to where Amanda and her online clients. She looked at Amanda acting all goofy and she sighed in defeat. [color=khaki]"Okay fine, I'll do it. It might be good to meet some potential clients in person too."[/color]

[i]Some time later...[/i]

Monica was riding a cab on the way to Trance. She was wearing her simple, go-to outfit: a white cardigan over her white tank top, denim jeans, brown sandals, and a faux leather brown bag. Amanda was shocked that Monica was willing to go to a club looking like that but the ghost reluctantly approved of the outfit because Monica was more comfortable wearing that. She left the apartment with the television playing Amanda's favorite telenovela show [i]La Isla Bonita[/i] since she couldn't touch the remote.

The woman tried not to look outside of the cab's window but she glanced every once in a while. Ghosts of all ages roamed the streets while the living continued with what they were doing, ignorant of the fact that they weren't the only ones in this world. Perhaps, Monica thought, there was bliss in living ignorantly.

As her cab passed by, she saw an elderly man walking slowly with his cane accompanied by a smiling old woman, probably his wife. She put her hand on his back and looked at her husband fondly as she glowed like the warm sun. While in traffic, she saw a headless man wearing formal attire as he sat across a woman talking to someone on the phone. She broke down in tears and rested her hand on the table for support. The headless man reached out to put his hand over hers, trying to comfort her. In his other hand, he was holding a small box with an engagement ring inside.

As the traffic light turned green, Monica sighed and looked ahead. It sucked being able to see the dead because you'll only feel sadness for them, yearning to feel their loved one's touch and wishing they could be seen by them. Monica could help but she didn't want to meddle in the affairs of the supernatural. Besides, what good would it be to help with someone else's problems if she couldn't even solve her own first?

After a while, the cab stopped at the entrance of Trance and Monica got out. It was just like any other club in Monica's eyes, though there were a bunch of people gawking and watching something happening on the inside. She heard them say a woman was causing a ruckus with the bouncers or something like that. The people and the guards were so distracted by what's happening that Monica took this chance to sneak in so she wouldn't have to fall in line and pay.

She saw the woman being held by the bouncers while she kept screaming she's being raped even though it looked like she weren't. It's Monica's first time out in a long time and she was already met with chaos. Sighing, she pushed through the crowd until she could see a vacant seat. She waved a waiter over and told them to get her any kind of drink. She sat silently with her chin on her hand, her eyes scanning the crowd from time to time.