Ghost Not Found
The problem with room four hundred and four was people had active imaginations, Ang decided. She flipped through the pile of complaints that had been piling up, complaints that kept coming even after she took the room out of rotation. No one should have even been going to that room, much less the wing, but she was getting complaints still.
Screams.
Blood dripping from the walls.
Offal strewn on the floor.
Rare Pokemon spawning.
She sighed as she looked over more of the same. She was going to have to go there and prove to people nothing was going on. Perhaps she could set up some cameras in that room and show everyone there was nothing to be scared off? Yes, that would be a good idea. She checked who was on staff at this late hour and frowned.
Aiden. Of course Aiden would be on shift.
There was something wrong with Aiden, something he was hiding. It annoyed her that she couldn’t figure out what exactly was wrong with him. Yes, he was one of those fang bangers of Matthew’s, complete with little fake fangs, he had so many she had lost track of them but Aiden stuck out like a sore thumb. He was far too… normal. It was beyond obvious he was hiding something due to the sheer amount of effect he went to not be noticed. She almost wanted to tell him that it made him more noticeable.
She sighed as she made her way to where the tech-heads would be hiding out with all their computers. She hoped they at least had a light on for once, after all, she had installed sunlamps down there to help keep their vitamin D up. It wasn’t healthy to spend all that time in a dark basement.
