InsaneJournal

All weekend she had been lying prone on her mattress, largely unmoving save for the odd twitch of her limbs or roll of her eyes while ghosts ran amok around the hotel, unaware and unable to do anything about it. As Monday stretched into the evening hours though her eyes opened; instead of dark brown they were shot through with a luminescent green, much the same colour as the spirits that had been extracting themselves from her body over the course of the last few days. Morgan sat up, only she wasn’t so much Morgan anymore as she was an entity, an amalgamation of the ectoplasm she had been absorbing for the last few months, one that had finally gained control of her body enough to move it.

Blank faced she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up. Out. They had to get outside. There wasn't one ghost, one entity inside of her, it was an amalgamation and they had one goal in mind. To get outside and away from the hotel, to cause destruction and chaos and to be free, that was all that mattered now. Morgan's body moved towards the door of her room on the fourth floor and grabbed for the handle, only the fingers of the body wouldn't curl around it properly. Gathering necroplasm in the palm of her hand she took the alternate route and blew the door clean off its hinges, sending it rocketing across the corridor and slamming into the opposite wall in a splintered mess. Morgan half lurched through the gap, muscles taut and shaking with tension, head set at an obtuse angle, cloudy green eyes snapping to the left. If anyone got in her way now, they were going to be eating dust and carpet.