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maggie | 23 | ghost coolsville

[jay-dee]

[maggies-ghost]

ofdeadboys‌:

Teenagers dolled with glittered bodies, and hidden faces. Temptations of the night. It was the rebellious type things like cornfields and mysteries seemed to attract. Just like abandoned warehouses and mysterious parties. Matthias would never be the sort, he didn’t have the time for rebellion, or parties. Not until his childhood seemed long lost to a universe he’d still be learning the secrets to.

What did she have in store for him?

A boy now nothing more than a memory, with hands that would spend days prying at the edges of a metallic door before they would learn to open it. Lost for days in a warehouse he struggles to remember in anything but flashes of time. Something he’d also struggle to track.

Standing alone, watching, he’d hear the distant crack of twigs. Of debris of leaning stalks and distant screeches of delighted teens. Then a voice, his eyes would dart to find the source of. Then his breath would gasp. Caught in his chest as his hues meet bright blues. Once casual, his stance stiffens. Then she speaks. The impossible since he no longer exists.

Matthias simply freezes for a moment, like a deer caught in the headlights of a passing car. He does not move to see if her eyes follow. But time passes, what feels like years- probably no more than seconds ticking. Foolish he feels as he opens his mouth. Surely no words would come out. But a horse voice musters, “I- I’m not glum.” He tests against the open night air- staring. Fear. “Are you alive?”

Maggie was patient. The way the boy seemed to stiffen on her approach hinted that she had caught him off guard (though not in a way she could have imagined) and so she elected to stay at a reasonable distance in case he did anything drastic. It wasn’t the nicest feeling being caught looking glum, Maggie thought, so she would give him some space before inviting herself any further in to his orbit.

Oh man, the poor boy looked positively shell shocked! So she gave him another reassuring smile and tilted her head to the side.

The words that came from his mouth were expected at first, but took a turn that made Maggie feel as if she had been pushed off a cliff.

Maggie clung to the papery leaf in her hand, like it was the only thing keeping her from disintegrating. She glanced down at herself as if to check that she was still standing there, but that wouldn’t do much good anyway. She could always see herself. It was the others that couldn’t. There wasn’t an easy way to tell when she was there and when she wasn’t until someone did exactly what she had done - spoke.

A panic flashed across her eyes until she realise just how ridiculous the question should seem to anyone but her. Are you alive? She couldn’t very well say no, could she? Though maybe the boy would take it as sarcasm and she wouldn’t have to lie about it. But he looked spooked. Like, badly. So it seemed a bad idea to answer truthfully. Her head began to spin a little and Maggie was certain she was absolutely, one hundred percent reading too far in to the question. 

“Like... physically or metaphorically?” Maggie finally asked, an uncertainty lacing her voice.

[writtenbcbes]

Lost

continue from here @maggies-ghost​

As usual, Benny returned the smile, though a part of him was worried. He clutched to his bag and sighed for a moment. It was as if the notebook would burn a hole through it. He didn’t notice what she was holding, and he didn’t have it in him to ask. Everything had been so..strange today. When she lowered her hoodie, she looked familiar, but not completely.

“I’d like that,” Benny admitted, a soft smile on his lips as he appreciated the kindness she offered him. It was a bit rare people were, it was always him that listened to others. It was him who dealt with his mother’s passing alone. His father couldn’t cope with the loss so he had grieved in silence and alone. Even though he needed people, even though he needed his mom. He always moved forward.

“Maybe, though I’m not good at reading maps, any chance you could guide me?”

[maggies-ghost]

Maggie gave Benny what she hoped was a reassuring smile. It wasn’t every day that she almost gave someone the creeps in a cornfield, so it was the least she could do. And she was thankful he agreed to find the way with her. It was friendly company at the least, and a welcome distraction at most.

“There was a map?” Maggie questioned with a gentle laugh. She supposed it was an utterly silly idea to follow a bunch of kids, strangers really, in to the fields with no idea where they were going or what they were doing. It was sensible to have a map! But she didn’t have one. “If you have one I can read I can give it a fair shot. I’ve just been wandering around hoping for the best.”

[maggies-ghost]

It was a dreary day, drizzly and dull and uneventful. At 7:30 in the morning, on a wooden bench inside the laundromat sat Maggie, bleary-eyed and holding a lukewarm cup of black coffee. The coffee did not help with the bleary-ness, but it helped with the illusion that she had just woken up and decided to do laundry. She had placed some sheets in a machine simply for something to do and somewhere to be.

In reality, the small TV that hung high in one of the corners of the laundromat was one of the only ones that she could watch to catch up on the local news (and Reece’s case) without having to worry about the whole thing glitching out. It was far enough away that she could watch from a distance, and everyone visiting had to ask to change the channel. She could have watched the old television in her living room, but having to sit on the stairs and use a long rod to change the station was a pain in the neck. Maggie blinked, stifled a yawn and took a sip of coffee.

[maggies-ghost]

lookitspizzaboibennytill‌:

He could see the tiny tremble in her body language, it seemed like he startled her a bit. He felt a bit bad about it immediately. But well he couldn’t really help but feel curious about her too. And if he was honest with himself, she quite startled him as well. 

Then again, was death not something he silently awaited like it would happen with his poor decision-making skills. He always said he loved his dad with that reason. Who knows when he upset the wrong person for being an actual nice human being and get smacked to the ground for it. He shook his head trying to shake away the thoughts he was having cause they weren’t pleasant at all. well didn’t make it less true either. 

“Hi there.” He tried again, hoping that for once in his life he wouldn’t come across as a complete idiot. Well, he would have to admit he was a tiny bit lost.

“Okay yeah I might just be separated from the people I was with.” He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck and sighed. “So I guess I am.”

@maggies-ghost​

Maggie smiled at Benny, awash with some weird relief that she wasn’t just standing around in a cornfield on her own any more. She tucked the papery leaf she had been playing with away in her pocket, in case she needed it later. What a weird thing to need! But it was much easier to ground herself to a place with something tangible and she couldn’t guarantee she would find anything inside at the party. Paper plates and solo cups weren’t exactly permanent enough in her eyes. To help ease the situation some more, Maggie pulled her hood down. There wasn’t much point in hiding who she was. She blended in anyway.

“Do… You want help finding them again?” Maggie offered with a gentle tilt of her head. She had not a single idea about what Benny had just experienced, but regardless, it seemed like a descent thing to do. And it would give her someone to talk to! She hadn’t spoken to many people recently, especially not since the curfew. “Maybe they headed in to the party already?”

[maggies-ghost]

gilded-n-golden‌:

“Are you saying you’d be willing to go tap dancing everywhere?” Winnie asked with a small grin, the thought of it was a sort of funny one. “Or were you thinking of just wearing those shoes?” Not that the shoes would help where they were at now, but on the streets it definitely would. It wasn’t the first time that Maggie had startled Winnie like this either, so she was certain it wouldn’t be the last. “Could get something like those belly dancer bracelets that have all those small bells on them. Those sound so pleasant.”

It had been a little while since Winnie had really seen and talked to Maggie. “How have you been, Maggie?” she asked. It was part social pleasantries and part honest concern. Maggie was sweet and came in a lot of times to do things for Winnie that she hadn’t wanted to when it came to her family. Babysitting the younger kids. “Are you here for the party? Or just to see what’s going on?”

Maggie didn’t quite seem like the sort that Winnie would expect to go to a party like this. But then again, at this point in her life, neither was Winnie. She had her own reasons of being here that were outside the party.

“Oh, I’d be totally willing to tap dance everywhere!” Maggie replied, stamping her feet to little effect and throwing in a jazz hand for good measure. If there was one thing Maggie was good at, it was making light of a situation, even when it didn’t always call for it. “I could just wear the shoes, but that seems a little boring.” She shrugged slightly and found herself laughing at the idea of walking around town wearing belly dancer bracelets. They were, quite clearly, not her typical style and the notion seemed so utterly ridiculous that she might just try it. “I’m not sure where I would be able to buy Belly Dancer bracelets in Coolsville, though they certainly sound like a good solution!”

Maggie wasn’t really sure how to answer Winnie’s question. The past year had been… Well, it hadn’t really been much of anything other than weird. Maggie couldn’t even remember the last time she had spoken to Winnie – Had she been alive? Or had they spoken briefly since she became visible again? Time was wonky when you were dead so Maggie really couldn’t say for sure. Mostly Maggie was neither here nor there. The girl decided to keep it brief. She was fine given her circumstances, and there were people in town who were having a much worse time than she was. “I’ve been alright. I guess I just wanted to see what was happening, I’ve never been a party person,” Maggie stated. She wondered if it was a bad idea to ask Winnie the same question. It seemed rude not to, right? “How are—I mean, like, have you been okay? I don’t know if this is a bad place to ask…” She was very aware that she might be putting her foot in her mouth, but her concern was sincere.

[maggies-ghost]

emmapxrter‌:

It was nice of the girl to offer her the last peanut butter cup. It was so nice that Emma gave a great sigh, free hand moving to clutch her heart as though she were a grandmother seeing their grandchild’s first recorder recital. 

“You’re so sweet,” She gushed,placing the candy in front of the other girl. “I insist you take it. I’m pretty sure I’ve had enough." 

“I don’t think one more is going to make you explode, will it?” Maggie laughed, giving her shoulders a small shrug.

She would wait just another moment to make sure Emma really didn’t want the other piece of chocolate. It would go to waste otherwise, Maggie thought, seeing as she couldn’t actually taste anything. It would just feel like a melted, gooey nothing and at the very least it deserved to be enjoyed by someone with working taste buds.

[maggies-ghost]

Headcanon 004: Maggie has two younger brothers, Micheal and Keir. They were 15 and 11 respectively, when Maggie died.

[maggies-ghost]

lookitspizzaboibennytill‌:

Things weren’t as they were meant to be, that much Benny knew. There were too many deaths in this town, a simple town where you would think nothing would happen. His dad had his hands full, and Benny became used to no longer being under supervision by his officer dad. He would never admit that he was a little lonely deep down. 

So, being without supervision, given a creepy doll with blond hair (who was absolutely adorable once you think away from the blood) who he gave the name Antonette, she could chill with Patrick - he couldn’t say no to the letter it came with. After finding the notebook (one he couldn’t take himself-) Benny wondered if new trouble made its way to the town. Maybe it never left?

He was guided to a different place first before brought to the party itself, it didn’t sit well with him how the notebook contained a certain name but he couldn’t allow himself to ruin Halloween over it. The thinking could start when the party was over. 

He was walking through the corn when he crossed her path, a soft smile carried on his lips as he noticed her. “Hey?” He asked confused. “Are you lost?” Not everyone could read maps well, Benny included which is how he got separated of the others. It was his kryptonite. 

@maggies-ghost​

Maggie had spaced out just a little as she walked through the corn. It was dark and she had lost track of the light she was following, and the music was just far enough away that she couldn’t hear what was playing. It was just the dull, heavy sound of the bass pulsing through the air and she stopped properly hearing it after a while. All she was concentrating on was the papery feeling of the leaf in her hand.

Then Benny appeared in front of her. It probably wasn’t from nowhere but she wasn’t paying attention and she was just a little bit startled when the silence was broken by his voice. Oh, how the tables had turned! The (unintentional) scarer had become the (unintentionally) scared! Maggie took a step backwards and threw a hand to her chest, as if she was checking her heart rate. Shame there wasn’t one to check, really. She snapped out of the fright rather quickly though, and laughed. It was just Benny, that kid with the pizza! He wouldn’t hurt a fly. And besides, logically speaking, no one could hurt her anyway so why did she even get spooked in the first place?

“Uh, hi! Hey!” Maggie started, waving the hand that was once on her chest. She glanced around the field and shrugged. Was she lost? Probably! Was she bothered? Probably not. “I guess I’m lost. Although I don’t know where I’m going in the first place, so it depends on how you look at it. Are you lost?”

[oflovcrs]

                                HE WAS ROTTING FROM THE INSIDE OUT. calloused fingertips carving into the grooving of his glass. how much blood could he stomach before he choked? OH DARLING, EVEN ROME FELL; his mother’s voice burns. and amongst the rubble came those with new teeth, - a hunger to sink into flesh. they were re-birthed from trauma, smeared blood like paint. but his stomach still gnawed with sickness, nauseated, a dizzy haze. tonight was supposed to be different, to rid himself of his facade, - replace with something new. not that he tried; dressing up was no longer his desire.

                      laughter carves from his lungs. it’s unfamiliar, toxic, no longer holding the same weight as it had been in the past. “ you got a light ? or something stronger ? ” he asks, to no one in particular, fingertips rolling the cigarette between bruised hands. 

[maggies-ghost]

Maggie shoved her hands in her pockets and feign looking for a lighter, though she knew there was nothing in there to begin with. Except maybe one of the leaves from a corn stalk outside, but that wasn’t exactly what Asher was looking for. “Afraid not, my dude,” she replied with a shrug of her shoulders and an apologetic smile. It occurred to her briefly that she hadn’t seen Asher for quite some time, possibly not since school. If she remembered right he left town not long after, and given her current pre-occupation she hadn’t really noticed when he returned either. Her eyes flickered briefly to his hands as they twirled a cigarette. She noticed the bruises and decided right then and there that she shouldn’t mention any of what she had just thought.

“I don’t have anything physical to give, but if you’re looking for a different kind of strong I could always offer you a good old existential crisis. Although to be honest with you I don’t think we’re far enough in to the party for that kind of thing just yet.”

[officer-nice]

“Interesting interesting…” Marucs said as he walked around seeing people running in costumes, “I could pull them over and ask who’s under the mask?” he mused to himself as he knew that anyone under 18 would be in their homes since it would be breaking the rules if they ignored the curfew. He also knew it would be a lot of paperwork for everyone who he discovered, “that’s a lot of work,” plus it was Halloween party time so that didn’t seem like the nice thing to do even if it was the safe choice. Feeling someone push against his shoulder sending him stumbling a bit he turned and pointed at the other. “Hey! This is a real uniform, not a costume, respect it.”

[maggies-ghost]

Navigating the party without touching anyone was starting to feel like a very unexciting, one tiered game of American Ninja Warrior. Never in a million years did Maggie expect so many people to be crammed in to the one place and it was starting to become overwhelming already. She hadn’t been much of a party person while living, and obviously hadn’t been anywhere near one since death. 

Maybe Maggie was starting to feel just a little claustrophobic, as she was now looking around quite hastily for an escape route. And then she got in someone’s way, who happened to be savvy enough to jump instinctively out of her way. (He was lucky too, a collision with Maggie would have felt terrible.) Unfortunately it all descended in to domino madness and that person knocked someone else flying, who collided with one Marcus Davey, dressed in full uniform. A very audible gasp escaped Maggie’s lips as it seemed the person he collided with was about to get a scalding and Maggie didn’t feel like having that on her conscience. “Hey! Hey, wait, that was my fault. I’m really sorry, I totally got in that dudes way!” She flashed a hopeful smile at Marcus, and apologetic glance at the person he had collided with. “I don’t think anyone would really want to mess with your uniform on purpose.”

[mysteryinc-hq]

“Now I know what a ghost is. Unfinished business, that’s what.”

Full Name: Margaret “Maggie” Campbell

FC: Imogen Poots

Gender & Pronouns: Cis Female, She/Her

Age: 23

Type: Supernatural, Ghost 

BIOGRAPHY:

Margaret Campbell, known to most as Maggie, was probably one of the chillest people you could ever meet. She took life in her stride and rarely let her shortcomings phase her. Her home was a happy one, though not the wealthiest, and getting by was more important to surviving than having big city dreams and a million ambitions. She helped with the house work, looked after her two kid brothers and only occasionally got into trouble for doing something stupid teenagers would do. Her school grades were just slightly above average but never enough to turn heads and the only real interest she showed in extra curricular activities was art because she could be as free as she pleased. Her friend group, understandably, stayed small and close knit because there was never any reason for her to find new people.

College was a sudden after thought when graduation hit and by the time she kicked her head in to gear she had missed the deadline for her first year. In typical Maggie style it didn’t bother her much at all. For a year or so she worked odd jobs around the town to save money for tuition. Whichever job came up she took, including a stint or two at the diner and laundromat, though she never held any of them down for long enough. Things seemed to be going, well, decidedly average for Maggie.

But then the unthinkable happened. Maggie died.

A freak accident, no one could have stopped it. A loose shoelace and a staircase ended it all. And she remembered the whole thing.

The funeral was quiet, her parents told not a soul in town. The Campbells moved out barely a few months later. They couldn’t take the stress or the grief or the thought that Maggie had died in that house. They could have sworn that they still felt her there and it was unbearable. It was assumed, at first, that the whole family, Maggie included, had up and left without a word until Maggie herself made an appearance on the front porch. Weeks had passed and she tried very desperately to move on to something but it seemed the more she tried, the closer she got to being normal and real again.

And then she just sort of… Stuck. She was stuck in routine, stuck in the town and stuck being dead. The thing is, she has no idea why. She had read about all the unfinished business crap, but what the hell was hers? Maggie was always just passing through, and she certainly didn’t have any end goals in sight when she kicked the bucket. Maybe that was the problem though, that her life appeared to be heading in no direction and she was becoming nothing but a passer by and this was her punishment for not taking life by the handle bars and riding it full throttle in to the sunset. Her unfinished business was that she was stuck in Coolsville until she figured out where to go next.

She’s been as real as possible for a ghost stuck in a town for close to a year now, and she’s certain no one has even noticed anything different. For now, at least. Change is coming and it’s only a matter of time before it gets to her too. She goes to the diner, the laundromat and her other “old haunts” if you will, and tries desperately to be as human again as possible.

[maggies-ghost]

gilded-n-golden‌:

It was taking a while. Gathering up the courage to actually go through the party and look for who she was here for to begin with. Honestly, part of it was the entire concept of this party. That these mysterious notes had been sent out and told kids to break their curfew. Especially after Reese was gone.

Winnie couldn’t help but wonder if Reese had gotten her own note, similar to this before she disappeared. The thought of it drug Winnie from what was around her, leading her out of even a passive sort of perception of what was going on around her. It was still raw. Even if they were just step sisters and they didn’t get along, Reese had a way of wearing down on people, and a disappearance of someone close meant something.

At least that’s how it felt.

A chill brought Winnie back to the present and she pulled her leather jacket closer to her. It didn’t feel that cold outside but there was a sudden chill. The sudden passing of someone made Winnie startle even though she’d seen it coming. “You walk so quietly,” she said with a hollow laugh, her heart still racing. “You should get some combat boots or something.” She meant it lightheartedly, it sounded like a good idea to not startle someone.

Maggie thought about keeping a tally of how many people she had given a fright through the night, but it seemed like the humour of the idea would have suited better in different circumstances. She wasn’t expecting to find Winnie amongst the corn, of all people, given that Reese had barely disappeared. If anyone had the right to be jumpy it was probably Winnie. It didn’t seem appropriate to ask how she was while standing in the middle of a cornfield though.

She really hadn’t meant to startle Winnie and in an effort to not feel bad about it, or make things any worse, Maggie did what Maggie does, and tried to sound as chill as possible about it. “Sorry, it’s a bit of a bad habit!” 

With an apologetic smile, Maggie lifted one foot off the floor, glancing down to have a good look at her shoe. God, she wished her shoes were the cause of the problem. On the bright side, she never had to worry about traipsing dirt in to her house, or waking a sleeping baby in public by walking too loudly. “I guess some heavier shoes might work.” She agreed with a gentle laugh. “Or I could take up tap dancing. Maybe get like a... A little bell to wear or something.”

[maggies-ghost]

ofdeadboys‌:

Nothing more than the residue of a being that once walked this earth- Matthias had spent his last year as nothing more than a waking dream. Under the tin roof of a warehouse where a party once existed, so full of life. Bustling voices and rowdy shrieks.  He’d remember being a part of it so vividly. But now he struggles to see it as any more than a dream. 

He himself was nothing more than an echo.

He’d wander into town on those braver days, where the tears would dry from his cheeks and his hands could grasp the door. It would creak open, but his hand would never disturb the dust. Just as his feet didn’t leave a place in the dirt where they once walked, and his eyes never met with another in the town. 

Tonight though everyone seemed interested in something more than idle chatter by bus stops and gatherings in the front of supermarkets. What else would he do but follow?

Through the corn stalks, and pushing past paths once walked. Flashes of memories would dare show Jonah with a bright smile under the dull sun, their friends not far behind as they forged ahead. A memory so full of life. He wondered if he was here just because he’d walked the path before. Perhaps this as well was nothing more than a memory.

Then it would all break into a clearing, where music filled his ears and he couldn’t see anything more than a sea of people. Dancing and drinking. It was the warehouse all over again. But the difference was this time people didn’t bump into him, he wasn’t tossed around bouncing off bodies. Others seemed to easily brush past- or through. He wasn’t sure which. But he simply found himself standing there watching. Wondering if this was a memory of real life.

Maggie followed the sound of the music absently. There was no sense of urgency. She came to realise that the growing crowd she could see off in the distance could very well spell trouble, and at the very least she could postpone the panic if someone got too close. For a short while she considered turning back around. Home was safe. But it was also boring. And Maggie was becoming rather bored of being bored. So she pressed on.

As she neared the clearing, her eyes fell upon a lone boy, standing at the outskirts. She didn’t know his face (which was weird because everyone knew everyone in Coolsville, at least in passing.) Maggie stopped a distance away and waited to see if he was going to go in to the party but he didn’t. The longer she watched, the sadder he seemed to her. That didn’t seem right for someone at a party, did it? Maybe he was nervous. Or didn’t like parties. Or perhaps his friends had ditched him and he was moping about it.

Whatever the reason, Maggie was starting to feel like a bit of a creep just standing there watching him. (What the hell Maggie?) So she did what any sane person would do and tried to make it obvious that she was approaching by rustling the nearby corn, snapping a twig and coughing loudly. No one could hear her footsteps, she didn’t want to scare the shit out of the poor kid by just showing up at his side!

Then, finally, she spoke. And flashed a welcoming smile at the boy. “Hey kiddo, you alright there?” Maggie pulled down her hood for good measure. “You look a little glum.”

[emmapxrter]

Music blared and people hustled and bustled all around. Emma didn’t care. She was sad and hungry and therefore she was slamming back snacks like no other. She may as well have thrown away all the plates and just used her hands. Eventually she had finished all but two of the peanut butter cups in the candy bowl, a pile of wrappers in front of her. One of the candies was between her fingers and the other remained in the bowl. She noticed a person come up on her right and looked up at them, finishing the already opened peanut butter cup in her hand. “Did… Did you want that last one?” 

[maggies-ghost]

Maggie hadn’t really expected to end up at an over-crowded party after following a bunch of random kids in to a cornfield, yet here she was, desperately trying to avoid accidentally touching anybody. She hadn’t been much of a party person when living, but she supposed it was at least something to do to break up the monotony of her not-life, so she stuck around. She was currently on the lookout for something to occupy her hands, like an empty solo-cup or some finger food, so she didn’t look like a weirdo walking around doing nothing. Her eyes landed on one sad, lonely peanut butter cup in the middle of a bowl and she was ready to take when she heard the girl sitting beside the bowl speak, while stuffing another chocolate in her mouth.

“You can have it,” Maggie replied with a slight laugh, shrugging her shoulders. “You look like you’re really enjoying them.”

[ooo-la-latte]

She’d received her invitation to the rather mysterious event in the cornfield early on in the week, this had meant only one thing. She was buzzing to go. In fact, she had been awake since the crack of dawn with sheer excitement, painting her nails and putting on the small amount of makeup that she normally didn’t wear. Through all the excitement she’d managed to consume several cups of coffee, only making the day whizz by as she bounced around uncontrollably, every time she stopped and sat down her leg would shake with a mind of its own.

Winding through the cornfield, stepping over the husks of the dead golden corn, she dug her hand into her bag, fishing around for the candy that she had stuffed in there. Did it carry anything useful? No, not tonight. She’d never been invited to a party like this before so she had no idea what she was supposed to bring or do, all that she had was a small mask to cover her face as instructed by the invitation. Hearing the stalks rustling to her side she froze, clutching her phone to her chest as she stared into the darkness, bug-eyed and jittery. “Who’s there?”

[maggies-ghost]

It was safe to say that Maggie was thoroughly lost amongst the corn. The last time she was here she was six years old, in broad daylight and escorted by a chaperone, so her memory wasn’t exactly the best for helping her navigate the maze of stalks. Maggie being Maggie, she also hadn’t payed enough attention to notice there was a very obvious trail of clues leading to the party, and so she had just been wandering and rustling leaves for half an hour. It was a stroke of luck that she heard June’s voice very close by.

Maggie emerged from the corn at a deliberate pace. The sound of the poor girl’s voice hinted that her rustling nearby was cause for alarm, and she had to make sure not to make it any worse. So she stepped out, not so quickly as to cause her to jump, and not too slowly, to build unbearable tension. “Hey, hi, hello,” she greeted gently, lifting her hands to show that she meant no harm. God, this poor girl looked like a deer caught in headlights. “It’s just me! I think I might be as lost as you are.”

[maggies-ghost]

Being a ghost means that Maggie has a number of limitations within the physical world of the living. The following is a list of things that she either cannot do, or things that come with the territory of being a wandering spirit.

Places:

Maggie cannot leave the perimeters of the town.

She cannot go places she never visited while living. This includes places within the town. Her spirit was never part of these places and never can be.

Hallowed ground, such as the Church and the Graveyard cannot be entered either.

When approaching the threshold of one of these places Maggie will automatically stop in her tracks, like an invisible barrier is stopping her. She doesn’t know what will happen if she successfully crosses a threshold.

Naturally, salt lines have the same effect.

Maggie is, first and foremost, attached to the house in which she died. As time goes on, it is likely that she will become so attached to the house that she can no longer leave. This is especially likely to happen if someone buys the house.

Physical Things/ People:

Maggie cannot make physical contact with anyone living and breathing. If she attempts to do so, the other person will likely feel an uncomfortable, dread-like sensation where the contact should have been made but wasn’t.

The air around Maggie extremely cold, no matter the whether.

Maggie can appear to eat food, but it doesn’t satisfy in her any way. She simply buys it to keep up appearances.

Though she doesn’t know it yet, she can disappear from sight for short periods of time. It will probably come to light in high periods of stress, sort of like a ghostly coping mechanism.

Objects:

Ghosts, as most people know, tend not to photograph well. The images will blur and any clear depiction of Maggie will become heavily distorted.

Technology tends to be a bit temperamental so she tends not to fuss with it. She can watch TV if she is careful not to get too close to the aerial but computers and wireless phones are a no go.