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Groggily I awoke, my eyes delicately fluttering open. The sun beamed elegantly through the window, and it was only a moment before I realized the increasingly vicious cramp in my spine; caused by sleeping under my desk once again. I wiggled my way out with a bit of difficulty, it appeared while I'd dozed off in my chair it'd slid forward and one thing lead to another. Believe me, if I had any idea how I managed to fall asleep in the ways I do, I'd tell you so I could figure out how to stop it. Those kind of cramps cause some major lack of sleep and some seriously awe inspiring cramps.

I couldn't recall what sort of dream I'd had, either. It was a shame, really- because I'd had a feeling it was really interesting. Oh well, I thought to myself. My eyes shifted, glancing over at the laptop sitting on my desk, along with various papers and my beloved coffee mug. Opening it up my daily job began once again.

You may be wondering what exactly I work as, sleeping under desks and sitting in an office all day. Well it's not that simple, really. Believe it or not I'm a paranormal investigator. Now before you start laughing, let me explain myself. Paranormal entities are constantly interfering with the matters of the living, and just generally causing problems. It's my job to go about fixing these problems.

There was only one email on my computer, which was a rarity considering most people don't really believe the whole "ghost buster" thing. It was an email, in short, a little something like this.

"Hey! I know this is a bit… odd? But I need your help. There's something strange going on in our neighborhood. There's an image attached, it should tell you everything you need."

I took a long sip of coffee before proceeding, after all it's always a good precaution to make sure you're adequately caffeinated before charging headfirst into a busy day at work.

Upon opening the attached image, I was somewhat surprised. It looked to be the work of a poltergeist. Many have different or conflicting definitions of a poltergeist, though mine is a general ghost that focuses paranormal activity around a specific individual. Usually pubescent teens, really. Generally going through a lot of stress.

Don't ask me how I know. It may sound lazy of me (and maybe it is) but I'd rather not explain. It'd take too much time and even then you probably wouldn't understand. Regardless I made my way to the location specified in the email (expunged for privacy, of course) and went to investigate the scene.

The individual in question seemed to be a fifteen year old girl, who we'll call B for the sake of secrecy. B was incredibly troubled, she said that her things had been going missing and that she'd wake up in different places then where she fell asleep each night. Strange things would happen late at night, items breaking or toppling over without reason and the like.

I told her I would spend the night, for the time being. So I could get a feel of the situation and accurately diagnose whether it was a poltergeist or not, so I knew how to go about it. Needless to say it was yet another near-sleepless night. I staid outside the girl's room, to make sure she was okay.

B seemed happy to know she had 'big strong ghost buster' outside her doorway, and while I generally don't go by 'ghost buster' these days, I let it slide just this once. It wasn't until late that night when the first of the hauntings occurred.

Things had just settled down. B was in her room, her breathing was easy and everything was relatively quiet. I could even feel myself nodding off, and I probably would've fallen asleep it if hadn't been for a loud crash that shook my from my daze. I couldn't see very well in the dark, however it appeared that a lamp in the living room just down the hall and shattered without reason.

I felt a cold chill, but this wasn't anything I hadn't dealt with before. I carefully staid stationary, listening closely to the sounds inside the room. There was another crash, closer this time- and shifting inside B's room. Just beyond her door, something was stirring, I could feel it.

I was still. It would take a moment before whatever was haunting her would make itself tangible and easily exorcisable. I'd already laid various painted runes around the house, though now I could hear the faint sound of tearing paper nearby so I could only assume the worst.

It'd been a solid five minutes now. With a deep breath I charged into B's room, and as expected the creature had become visible. Large black tendrils of shadow warped off the walls to restrain her and lift her into the air, holding her above her bed as it's rickety frame shook. It seemed to know I was coming, and it held the girl firmly as if she were a shield.

Looking back on it, charging in probably wasn't the best course of action. Because at this point the only thing I could do was continue on charging. I ran forward, and without thinking I tossed a bottle of Holy Water at the wall, which quickly shattered, sputtering it's contents at the beast, which receded to drop the child.

B was shaking, and she was ice cold, though her breathing was raspy it was there. I hurriedly took B from the room, slipping into the yard. I knew it wasn't over, far from it, actually. But for the time being a bit of warm water and some chants served as a temporary cure.

I replaced the torn runes, this time stronger and more powerful variety. I'll be spending the night at B's house again tonight.

You can wish me luck,

though I won't need it.