A chat for supernatural creatures and their hauntees (Warning. Swearing.)

(Yeah, they do that a lot.)

(Is this dead, or is Whisper just unable to get to a computer?)

(Almost as dead as the spirits here. And I just got smacked!) Don't mind Logan, they're an idiot.

(Yeah, they get pissed off easil-OWWW, PEEVES, WHAT THE FUCK?!?!)

(Ghosts pack a lot of punch for not having fists.) I hate you, I say this not as an opinion. It's 83 degrees outside and I hate you. (Le gasp, you have memed.)

(Well, they have fists, they just can't use them a lot. PEEVES, STOP GLARING AT ME!!!)

(The ghosts I have don't have hands! I'm pretty sure they died in a cult ritual or something.) You look like a cult ritual. (No you.) That's coming from the person with blood coming down their mouth. (SHUT UP!)

(Ohh, burn.)

(You weren't supposed to know about that, now if I can figure out HOW TO DELETE FUCKING MESSEGES.)

(You click the three blue dots, it'll pop up.)

(It's alright, we've all had blood-dripping-out-of-the-mouth days.)

(Thanks. And… My bloody mouth is more of a self inflicted thing.)

(Well, my point still stands.)

(Hey guys… Something's wrong up here…)

(What's wrong?)

(Something up with Marcus… I only catch glimpses of him and I can't hear him as well as I used to… I only catch small snatches of his voice. It's like… well, my connection to him is degrading…)

(Uh oh, that can't be good.)

(Yeah, I'm worried…)

(I've never heard about something like that, unless he's finished his unfinished buisness…..)

(I don't even know. It's not even like he's gone, I can still tell he's there, I just can't see or hear him very well anymore. It's like… I'm blind and deaf when it comes to him…. He still exists, just- I'm making no sense am I?)

(No, I understand.)
Something is wrong.
(Do you know what's up Violet?)
No. But something is horribly wrong.

(Umm… any hints?)

(Everyone has no clue.)

(Are you…..loosing your abilities?)

(… I… don't think so? I mean, I still hear Harold and Annie once in a while, but I've never really seen them though…)

(… I'm scared now.. I don't want to lose Marcus…)

(You never told me a out your other ghosts. I kinds forgot they were a thing.)

(Harold was the previous owner of the house. He built the house himself. He had quite the workshop out in the garage, so I sometimes catch him out there. Then there's Annie. She was in a wheelchair before she died. I don't know her real name, so I just call her that. She always stays in my parents' bedroom, which used to be hers.)

(Annie likes to mess with my little sister by flipping the shades again and again. I've heard her laughing.)

(SHRIEKS IN PAIN AND FRUSTRATION)