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Jun. 24th, 2020


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AUSTIN JONSON + MORGAN HALE
Austin goes bump in the night; literally
June 23rd | Hale Funeral Home | PG-13
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For all that Austin was driven by learning about the unusual, discovering the secrets of society and the hidden truth about what was out there, he also tried to be respectful while doing it. He’d been told a few times that the funeral home was a potential hotspot for paranormal activity.

It made sense. The passage of souls through one place, there was likely going to be energy there, enough to draw spirits to one place, if they didn’t die there or weren’t resting very close by. He knew the local cemetery was near the funeral home, which was also sensible in a small town like this.

So he’d checked up, made sure there were no funerals in the next few days, that he wouldn’t be disturbing someone’s grieving and well, then it was just a matter of walking the grounds.

He had no intention of going inside -it was a home for a family just as much as it was a business. But outside, lurking in someone’s garden with a recorder to see if he could pick up some EVP? That was just this side of weird that he’d get away with it. At the least, Sheriff Hilts would arrest him and not shoot him on sight.

Hopefully.


“Psst, hey bitch. There’s some perv in your garden filming your house.”

Morgan groaned and swatted at the big, fat wad of spectral nothing that was “whispering” in her ear. She rolled over on the couch, facing the back, and nuzzled her face into the cushions. “Shut up, please, I’m trying to get my beauty sleep.”

“You’re gonna have to sleep for weeks, then.”

The necromancer huffed. Of all the spirits that liked to linger about, and certainly there were some annoying ones, how had she gotten stuck with this one? “Fuckin’ move on already, loser. I’m trying to sleep.”

The ghost clicked her tongue in disapproval. “What if someone passes in front of a window in their knickers? Do you really want them to end up in some perv’s online revenge porn nonsense?”

It didn’t help that the spirit was a millennial, through and through. Every now and then, for kicks, the spirit -- Alexis -- would just start screaming “IT’S BRITNEY, BITCH” in the middle of the night because she thought it was funny. A strange haunting, to be sure.

“Fine.” Morgan tossed off the blanket and rolled off the sofa. In a pair of shorts and a long-sleeved shirt, she slipped out the side door of the Hale Funeral Home and stealthily crept towards the back to the garden. And, sure enough, there was a guy, holding an EVP machine.

“You’re such a dramatic bitch. He’s not filming for nude shots or something.” And, true to form, Morgan uttered this without the faintest hint of a whisper, just full volume, as she glared at the spectre at her side.


Given how much trouble he’d already been in around town, Austin at least paid attention to his surroundings -mostly. Hearing movement could be someone in the house, or it could be evidence of an entity on the property, which was what Austin was looking for.

Except it wasn’t like he heard garbled voices afterwards, or some kind of static. It was a clear voice, talking to someone. A little panicked, and sure that Hilts would probably make him stay in the station all night if he had to come back up, Austin made the attempt to find cover, tripped over his feet and landed in the grass which…

Okay that wasn’t ideal but fine, he’d hopefully avoid being seen if he stayed low, right?

He could lie in the damn grass for a bit. It’s fine.


Watching the silhouetted figure trip over his own feet and fall directly into the grass and stay there might have been the funniest thing she’d seen in days. With absolutely no concern for the people sleeping inside, Morgan, and her not-so-friendly spectre, erupted into laughter.

“Does he think that he’s being inconspicuous?” Alexis waddled over towards him -- not that he could see her -- and pointed at the heap in the grass. “Hah! I love it. It’s so cute, he thinks he’s hiding. Can we keep him?”

Morgan rolled her eyes. “Cram it, Casper.”

Folding her arms over her chest, Morgan cleared her throat. “Ahem-hem,” she took a few tentative steps forward, not caring much that she was still technically in her PJs and there was some stranger trying to hide in her yard after pointing an EVP machine at her home. “I mean, I already saw you, buddy. At this point you’re just running up the sum total on your humiliation receipt.”

Alexis snorted and began drifting aimlessly around the yard. Not much of an attention span on that one.

And, depending on her proximity, the machine in the man’s hand whizzed and whirred, or quieted. Damn, she hated those things.


Frankly, Austin was half hoping that the ground would open and swallow him whole. It’d be the perfect end to the night. It didn’t seem to be happening though, and his hoodie was getting damp, he was sure he’d kicked his own ankle from the twinge of pain there too. “Nope,” but he’d been spotted and the person was still lingering, so if he was going to deal with Sheriff Hilts again, Austin was just going to lie there and feel pathetic. “I’m good where I am, thanks. Sheriff won’t shoot me if I stay still.”

Even if he was wondering about the on and off noises from his EVP device and how he was so curious who she’d been talking to. A glance up had confirmed that it was just one person standing there, so maybe the other one was inside calling the station. “Don’t suppose you’d wanna turn away and let me slink off in embarrassment, right?”

There’d probably be a fair amount to explain, and Austin was aware that he was skirting the point of being a fucking creep because this was a damn house. But the fact that he was getting readings from his gear at least showed that something was lingering there.


Morgan chuckled and jutted a hip as she placed her hands on them. “Haven’t called the Sheriff yet, so the only person you’re in danger from is little ole me,” she replied with a hint of laughter in her voice. “And just, like, rampant humiliation. I dunno, I get the impression that doesn’t bother you too much though?”

Goddess, she couldn’t wait to tell Florence about this in the morning.

The witch openly laughed when he suggested that she could, possibly, just turn around and let him slink away with his tail tucked between his legs. Even Alexis started snorting with laughter as she sauntered back over to the stoop and squatted onto the stairs. “What a royal doofus!”

Morgan clicked her tongue. “Now, now,” she chastised the spectre.

Turning her attention back to the man in the grass, she smirked and shook her head. “Nah, sorry,” she replied. “This is too funny, and at this point I feel like I need to force you to look in the eye of the woman whose family home you’re creeping in front of. We are definitely not done embarrassing you yet.”


Okay, so, at least there was a chance he might get out of this without dealing with Sheriff Hilts again, even if he was going to leave his shredded dignity all over the lawn. “Humiliation and I are very good friends.” He rolled over at least, even if it meant soaking his back as well as his front, but he wanted to stop talking into the grass, “But it doesn’t exactly make the experience any better.”

She kept saying we, but whoever else was around was apparently still inside, “Your friend isn’t calling the station then?” He chanced a glance backwards, getting a look at the woman, and then promptly looking at the sky again. Okay so, she’d come out from bed presumably, he’d really climbed that creeper ladder so quickly. “Um I ah, yeah.”

Pulling himself up from the ground, because this was a terrible angle if she was expecting eye contact. “I’m really sorry, like, seriously. I mean, there’s no way I can play this off as not knowing where I was, but like, I didn’t mean to like disturb anyone. I swear I was staying away from the windows and shit, honest.”


“What, you mean slinking outside of strangers’ houses with EVP machines doesn’t usually charm the residents? No cool points earned? Weird…,”

Your friend isn’t calling the station then?

Morgan snorted. Glancing over her shoulder, she watched as Alexis made a face and framed her pointer finger and thumb around the side of her head and began mimicking a phone call. Rolling her eyes, the witch turned back to the Hale Funeral Home visitor just as he was standing up.

And, of course, as luck would have it, he had to be kinda cute. Even when he was sopping wet and sheepish and slightly pathetic.

“Bitch, do not get doe eyes for this creep!” Alexis shrieked. Some ghosts took way too much advantage of the fact that barely anyone could hear them.

Morgan chuckled. “Mmmhm, sure,” she rolled her neck. “That’s what all the men who come creeping around outside a funeral home say.” She couldn’t help but genuinely grin, a bit of a shit-eating expression, as she took a step closer. While the whole death-aura thing could be a bit of a bummer in most social situations, tonight it was likely to be more helpful. “What, exactly, were you hoping to find out here, if I may ask?”


“It’s not usually houses.” For the most part it wasn’t, Austin tended to stick to abandoned places; prisons, sanitariums, the occasional boarding school. He only really went to residential areas if someone invited him. And yes, he knew that the Funeral Home was a residence as well as a business and he should’ve thought ahead, but still, the possibility had been too much to pass up.

Better to ask forgiveness than permission, right?

“Honestly?” He figured she hadn’t called the station yet, and she said whoever was inside wasn’t going to do that either, so if he could get a bit of a chance to not have this marked against him, that’d be pretty great on his end. He was still working off the time he’d been in the cemetery when whoever had been there with a gun. “Ghosts? I got some information that this place is haunted, and I know it’s weird, but…” He shrugged a little, holding up the EVP device. “It was kinda promising.”

Then again, he was being weird and creepy and stalking around this person's house in the middle of the night when they were sleeping, or trying to. “I really didn’t mean to disturb you, y’know while you were… yeah.” He pointed, again, to her state of dress and man, he had to keep his eyes upwards instead of on her legs.


I got some information that this place is haunted.

Morgan had to bite back the urge to erupt into utter and total laughter -- the type that could double you over and leave you in tears and worrying about whether or not you were going to pee your pants, just a little. The hope in his eyes as he held up the EVP device, that the possibility of haunting was promising, while Alexis hung out behind her on the porch making stereotypical-ghost-haunting moans was just too damn funny.

“You got information that this place is haunted?” Morgan repeated, tilting her head. “What’s your source, exactly?”

Anyone could make the assumption that a funeral home, especially with a pair of veritable weirdos like Morgan and Florence living there, was haunted -- but who told him it was worth checking out?

She smirked and shrugged when she saw the slight effort he was putting into maintaining eye contact rather than glancing down at her state of relative undress.

“MORGAN HALE I SWEAR TO GOD,” Alexis screeched, “BE BETTER THAN THIS!”

The witch glared over her shoulder at the spirit and then back to her visitor. “It’s cool, I wouldn’t have known you were out here if an annoying little bird hadn’t told me,” she gestured at what, to him, would be the empty space behind her. “I’m Morgan, by the way. Alexis is the reason your EVP is going haywire. She’s been waddling around out here like a high-strung parent chaperoning a school dance.”

She smirked a little wider, began turning back towards her house, and glanced at the man over her shoulder. “Y’know, in case you were wondering just how promising this whole haunting-business really was.”


“Different paranormal sites, there’s a couple that mention this place, and I talked to a guy who said his aunt had her funeral here and,” Austin shrugged again, playing with his EVP device just for something to do with his hands that wasn’t over the top gesticulating. “He mentioned an experience so…”

So here he was, in her yard, being a fucking creeper. He should just hand himself in to Sheriff Hilts at this point for his own mental safety, jesus.

And she was being nice! Introducing herself and… “Alexis is…” Okay, so he wasn’t great at catching clues, and even as he looked around like he’d see some kind of apparition, like Casper or something, Austin frowned again. “I… Okay so, you…”

His head was actually going to explode. He’d never had like an actual, honest to god person, telling him about an actual, honest to god ghost. Unless she was just pulling his leg because he was the lunatic in her yard and she wanted a laugh out of it.

“I’m Austin.” He’d started to edge towards her before realising she was probably leaving because he was in her fucking yard, his step halting with an abortive motion. “I’m really hoping you aren’t just dicking me around with that ghost chaperone thing?”


“Ew, different paranormal sites are talking about this place?” Alexis scoffed indignantly. “Get on your phone and let’s find some of these sites -- I wanna see if they mention me personally!”

Morgan rolled her eyes so hard they nearly rolled into the back of her skull. “Yes, I’m sure they have a bunch of threads on ghost reddits about the Wonder that is Alexis, could you just bounce for a sec? You’re giving me a headache, here.”

Alexis gave her the finger but finally, thankfully, drifted back inside the funeral home.

Now she just had to contend with this poor guy -- Austin, her friendly Ghost Adventurer -- looking like she’d just blown his mind.

Then again, she’d just confirmed the afterlife and that ghosts were real, and had done it completely casually, so maybe it was warranted.

Morgan stopped heading back towards the door and folded her arms over her chest. “I wish I was just dicking you around, sweetheart,” she replied with a snort. “You should be thankful you don’t have to listen to that kind of shit on a regular basis -- we have one here who never shuts up about true crime and Alexis sometimes screeches LEAVE BRITNEY ALONE in the middle of the night just to be an asshole.”

She gave him one last glance-over, looking him up and down.

“I CAN SEE YOU GIVING HIM THE EYE MORGAN, YOU WHORE, STOP IT!” Alexis had stuck her head out of a window and screamed. It probably woke up Florence, the only other person lucky enough to enjoy Alexis’ company. As if to accentuate her point, the spectre managed to conjure enough energy to cause one of Morgan’s uncle’s flower pots to pop off the ledge and break on the ground below the window.

“Funky old house,.” Morgan told him with a wink. “You ever want to hear some stories, I’d be happy to talk to you about ‘em. You’ll just have to come to the front door and, y’know, not after midnight.” With a wink, the witch traipsed back up the stairs and into her home.


It was getting weirder by the second, really. Although he supposed that the understanding of ghosts was really limited, and if Morgan was aware of what they were saying and doing, she’d know better. He’d always assumed they were just like you saw in the movies or on shows, where they just moved things or knocked on stuff. But they’d been people, living and breathing and with interests and hobbies, and it made sense that when they died, something of that would be left.

A pop-culture obsessed ghost was probably a lot to handle.

When the pot fell down, and Austin was just looking up at nothing, he nodded slowly. “So, maybe tomorrow? Or like the day after? Around lunch time?” He could do that, knock on the front door, just ask to talk to Morgan if it wasn’t her who answered, if she wasn’t calling the cops and actively inviting him back. He could get some honest to god information about the afterlife?

“Maybe like, with coffee and some cookies or something from the shop?” He was trying not to shout, since there were living people in the house, but he really couldn’t help that he was genuinely getting something from this that wasn’t arrested and frankly that was something else to wrap his head around.


Mar. 25th, 2020


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