Smoke and Mirrors || Scott & Cassidy
Crap, was the first thing that jumped into his mind when he heard the someone approaching. He hoped that it wasn’t the manager or an employee or anyone who had access to the reception desk. Scott had no idea what was going on and the last thing he wanted to do was get on the bad side of whoever was doing this to them. It was only a matter of time before he somehow made the situation worse. He tried to think of a way he could get his self out of this, but climbing over a desk and hiding when someone approaches doesn’t give any room for excuses. Though, maybe with the amount of people who had claimed to have come across something “supernatural,” the idea of him hiding from a ghost wouldn’t prompt an eye-roll.
FBI? Really? Scott wondered. He was slightly relived that someone, who he could only assume to be sane, was actually in the building. If there’s an FBI agent here maybe there really is something, going on. He remained on the floor for a few seconds before slowly getting up. ”Don’t shoot,” he cautiously standing up, placing his hands behind his head as he looked at her. ”I was just picking up pens,” he insisted.
”Don’t shoot. I was just picking up pens."
She breathed a sigh of relief when someone who actually looked normal if not a little confused stood up behind the desk. At least the man hadn't started blathering on about ghosts quite yet. If he did though, she'd probably want to shoot him right there. She wouldn't of course, since that'd be more than against regulations, but the thought would cross her mind. She motioned for him to step out from behind the desk.
"I don't think we've met before," she said. "So I'll give you a chance. You a crazy person or no? Just tell me what you think is going on in this place. That's all I want to know."
She was almost certain he was going to open his mouth and out would come something about ghosts, no matter how normal he seemed. It happened with practically everyone with whom she had the displeasure of speaking. Every single time she seemed to get an answer from some raving lunatic about how the place was haunted. It looked like a simple case of mass hysteria but she had to wonder who was behind the nonsense.
Somehow she was trapped in there along with the rest of them. Somehow. She was formulating a theory that involved hallucinogenic drugs and mind wipes but it was all a little hazy to her at the moment. She had been through a thousand ways that a person could possibly pull off this kind of trick and keep so many people under the impression they were seeing ghosts.
"Please don't say ghosts," she whispered to herself.
