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Porter “Paintergeist” Geiss’ Profile

Parents: A Poltergeist

Age: 16

Killer Style: I like to wear my art. It creates a fashion statement that is uniquely me. I strive to be an original monsterpiece.

Freaky Flaw: I tend to express myself through my art, which some critics don't always appreciate. I guess you could say I don't say it; I spray it.

Pet: A raccoon named Huebert. He's almost as mischievous as I am.

Favorite Activity: Painting. I'll make anything a canvas! A wall, a floor, my shoes... if it's blank, I'll paint on it! But only with ghost paint, of course!

Biggest Pet Peeve: When monsters call me a vandal. I'm not a vandal. When I paint on something I don't own, I use ghost paint, so it evaporates. But I hope my message will haunt the viewers long after it vanishes.

Favorite Subject: Art. There are so many mediums! And I love to try things other than painting.

Least Favorite Subject: Mad Science. Apparently, creativity and science do not mix. At least that's what I was told after I redesigned the feariodic table of the elements to make it 100% less boring.

Favorite Color: White. It is the base of all colors.

Favorite Food: Pickles. Sweet, sour or spicy - I relish them in every form.

BFF's: River Styxx, Kiyomi Haunterly, Vandala Doubloons, and Spectra Vondergeist

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Porter's Haunted Diary - 5/19

Went to do a little touch-up on my mural in the Creepateria, and by touch up, I mean re-do, since the ghost paint from yesterday evaporated, well, yesterday. I was really getting into the grave, splashing and spraying the wall with precision... But then the hall moanitors caught me before I could add the finishing touches. I can't remember the last time I got to sign my work! But as I was trying to dodge them - who knew the Creepateria was such an obstacle course?! - a ghoul manifested right in front of me, and I ended up crashing into her! So now, thanks to her, I'm weighted down with more chains. But.. she was kind of cute! I hope that's not the last time she appears around here...

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Porter's Haunted Diary - 5/18

My freedom from chains didn't last long, but my painting in the creepateria was totally worth it! Now I'm just haunting the li-bury, which is kind of boo-ring, but at least I can browse the inter-die-mensional internet. I came across an interesting blog by a ghost ghoul named Spectra Vondergeist. It's mostly paranormal teen drama: Who is seeing who, who has a crush on who, who broke up with who, etc. It's beast-zarre that I don't know any of the students she's written about. The ghouls are going to meet me here later - I'll ask if they know them. We're going to have a makeshift scare-venger hunt. We were going to have one on the Salty Spectre, but I can't leave the grounds again. At least this way, Vandala can't get seasick!

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Porter's Haunted Diary - 5/17

I watched Kiyomi Haunterly in the Creepateria today. As an artist, I try to be observant of everyone and everything around me because you never know where inspiration will come from. When I saw her, it struck me that she held her head higher than usual, and she floated around the room like a social battyfly. She's always been a friendly ghoul, just kind of shy, and since she is a faceless ghost, she has a more difficult time than most making eye contact. I was impressed by her newfound aura. She even dressed more stylishly than she used to. An eye-catching outfit can be as creative as good graffiti, ya know? Her overall look today screams confidence. That gives me an idea for a painting. I think the wall behind the condismemberments bar will be perfect. I hope the hall moanitors are in the teacher's lounge...

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Porter's Haunted Diary - 5/16

When attempting mad seance experiments, never expect the same results twice. I tried to recreate that phenomenon at my locker yesterday. When no one was around, I painted the inside of my locker again. This time, when I looked in the mirror, I only saw my own reflection. But out of the corner of my eye, I die-tected. Pink. Lots of pink! I'm an artist, so I happen to love pink. All colors, really. The world would be a deadful place if I had to give up any of them. Still, less is sometimes more. But as I was blinking into the locker, trying to make sense of what I was seeing, I realized that something else was blinking back! I concentrated until I made it out, and boo, was it a shriek! It was a bat dressed in a poofy, pinktastic skirt! Not sure if he saw me, but just before he vanished, I noticed his cheeks turned as pink as the bow on his head. Can bats blush?

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Porter's Haunted Diary - 5/15 Cont

I've been thinking about solids. Most of us in the ghost world have never seen a solid because haunting is forbidden, and we're always told that they are monsters who want to destroy all ghosts and our way of unlife. But I've heard gore-ies about ghosts living in the solid world, so how can it be true that solids and ghosts can't get along? It's weird that I've never questioned it before because I pride myself on being a free spirit. I'll have to think about this more. But first, I have an idea for a ghost painting that will look spooktacular in the Clawditorium.

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Porter's Haunted Diary - 5/15

Something scary cool just happened! I was painting inside my locker - even the hall moanitors can't be too fangry about that - and I glanced into the mirror on the back of the door. I'm fearly sure I saw a dude wearing sunglasses bouncing a casketball down the hall behind me! I turned around, but there was no one there! The eerie thing is that he wasn't transparent at all. If I didn't know better, I'd think he was... solid?!

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Porter's Haunted Diary - 5/14

Huebert is being clawsome today! This is why we get along so well - We both enjoy a little harmless mischief-making. The hall moanitors said I could work off a detention chain by picking up its equal weight in garbage in the creepateria. The more I pick up, the more chains come off. Well, Huebert likes garbage as much as any raccoon, so after I picked up what was already scattered around, he got inside a full can and tossed trash to me. I caught it and tossed it into an empty can. It was so much fun and totally work. The chains fell off me, and I got lighter and lighter! In no time, I was feeling my old floaty self, and I could move and catch faster as I zipped around the Creepateria. Maybe I should join the casketball team.