Beware if you Dare
“Hm” Sam closed her eyes while rubbing her fingers against her chin. Thinking for a moment. “This might be, what’s the right word for this?“ She waved a hand in a circle to help her remember the word she was looking for. Her eyebrows perked slightly as thought of one. “…Silly? Yes, silly.” Nodding slowly. “But, have you ever seen the film Thirteen Ghosts?” Sam’s eyes slowly opened as she raised her head to face her guests.
Pointing down meaning she was point at the place they were in. “The Ghosts that live in this house are not as extreme as the ones on that film but, there are some who stand out more then the rest...” The brunette’s lips curled into a amused smile as she recalled every ghost she’s come into contact with throughout the years. “Most don’t show themselves unless they want you to see them-but when they do…well, good luck.” She chuckled.
“There are four types” The woman raised a hand with four fingers before curling one finger down. “This first, the well known, is the Shadow People”
She licked her dry lips before continuing. “They only show themselves at night.” Chestnut eyes moving towards a corner of her office and ignore the confused looks of her guests as they also looked over to that corner and then back at her.
It looked at though she was just staring off at blank space but in reality she was recalling a memory.
Sam continued. “They appear in many shapes and forms but, most of the time they have a silhouette of a person.” She scratched under her chin and kept her smile. “From my own experience, I would see then when my body went through sleep paralysis but there have also been instances that I’ve seen them while awake.” The brunette squinted and turned her attention back to her quests. Hair brushed her shoulders as she shook her head. “They don’t talk, and they move in a very unnatural manner when walking towards you.”
The tall woman chuckled at the odd but interested looks she was now given. Some skeptical ones which was to be expected since many didn’t believe in the supernatural but, she planned on continuing whether they believe her or not. Hell, this can’t be the craziest thing they are hearing right? They are working with talking mutant turtles, are they not?
And those boys have seen their own weird shit back in the day. Best to be warned then not if they planned on staying in this place…
Raising her hands before dropping them back on her lap. “No worries though, they’re harmless.” She sighed. “From experience, the most you will get from them is a lot of sleepless nights and what you can do to shoo them away is ignore their existence…or not sleep in this mansion.” She shrugged.
Now lifting three fingers and putting a second one down. Now two were left. “Lost souls, they look like any other person you’d meet on the street or at a store but, only difference is that their skin is pale and cold at touch.” The longer strands of her hair brushed her cheek as she cocked her head to the side slightly. “They speak very few words but when they do they seem very confused and lost on where and who they are.”
The tall women went quiet for a moment to study each one’s expression one by one. Clearing her throat “Same as the Shadow people, Lost souls are very harmless but- can make you feel a little crazy when having a full conversation with them…and then they suddenly disappear in the next second.” She nodded slowly. “They will leave you alone if ignored.”
Setting a third finger down. “The Mangled…ha, weelll…the Mangled are quite fun.” The tall woman leaned back in her seat, and her grin never leaving her lips the more she thought about them. Which probably seemed odd for her guests given the circumstances. Almost like she enjoyed this in a way and she probably did…to a point.
Seeing ghosts or spirits were nothing new to her nor her family. (Not her uncle, he never saw them or they chose not to reveal themselves to him)
Sam had seen them since she was a baby and now at the age of thirty it was as normal to her as meeting a live person. Her childhood home was just as haunted as this mansion. Hence why she wasn’t afraid of them but, there was some worry when they would go after clients if they were out of control.
“So far, from what I’ve witnessed on my own, there are only two of them wandering around but, and I mean BUT” She pointed a finger at them with her brows furrowed, a sign as a warning for them. “-don’t ever underestimate them. Ever.” Her face quickly relaxed back to a smile.
“Mangled are trouble. Unlike the first two, these spirits can possibly cause you physical and mental pain if acknowledged for too long. So don’t do that.” Sam squinted as her smile grew. “Looking at them once is fine if you are confirming it’s a Mangled but completely ignore their existence after that. They will leave you alone. Trust me.”
“What do they look like?” She repeated the question and bit her lip while carefully forming her words.
The sleeves of her dress shirt hugged the muscles on her arms perfectly as she crossed them over her chest. “Mangled have a more…fucked up appearance that can make a stomach churn in a very unpleasant way. Like their name they are disfigured and can be gory like.” She raised her brows.” So if you have a weak stomach? Then you best stay way from the rooms in the second floor on the end of the hallway that have red tape.”
Sam’s eyes slowly glanced side to side at everyone. “And from what I’ve heard directly from the boys…a few of you are a bit squeamish.” She chuckled dryly. “That’s ok.”
The tall brunette paused for a moment and leans her head back against the cushion of her chair. Letting the room fill with silence just for a few seconds as she stared at the ceiling before suddenly snapping her fingers as she remembered something. Lifting her head “Ah, They also don’t talk by the way but-they let out these disturbing and heavy asthmatic sounds, or sounds similar to Kayako’s croak from the Grudge.” She tries to imitate the sounds similar that to the movie with a straight face. “It’s actually fun to hear when you are walking down a quiet hallway at night to get a glass of water.” She said sarcastically.
Oh those poor folks. Especially the young women that would come crying to her after being scared shitless from the sounds.
Reaching for her cup that was still warm from the coffee, Sam took a long sip to catch her breath. Gather her last set of thoughts, she raised her last finger and pointed at her guests. “But the Mangled are the least of your problems.”
Setting her cup aside and clasping her hands on her lap. “There is one room you should stay away from, no matter what your curiosity tells you to do-don’t fucking do it. Stay away from the basement.” She said those last words sternly. Amusement she had a minute or two ago had faded.
“That is where the Demon, or Demons, live.” Sam’s eyes narrowed as the energy around her became more serious. “I know that’s probably weird to hear from a atheist like myself, yes atheist go figure, but there is no other way to describe them.” The tall woman leaned forward.“They have the mannerisms and appearance that of a demonio. Crazy right?” Her brows raised and then quickly lowered right after.
“Don’t be surprised if you hear it from the maids, Gabriel or Michelangelo, they’ve seen them too and stay miles from that basement.” Sam sighed. “The first time I came in contact with them they gave me a few good deep cuts on my lower back when I was helping someone move some boxes downstairs.” The brunette stood up from her chair, turn to the slide slightly and pulled her shirt from under the waist of her pants. Lift her shirt to show the slightly faded scars on her lower back.
“The second was a bite on my right shoulder when alone.” She murmured with slight annoyance at the ruined shirt since it was ripped from the attack. No so much the scars.
Lowering herself back to her seat and crossing a leg over the other. “Now demons are the tricksters. They may seem to have the form of a normal person but they hide their faces in the shadows.” She said while fixing the wrinkles of her dress shirt. “Hiding their black void eye sockets and their stretched out mouths that let out such a scream that could make your ears bleed when next to them.”
Bringing her attention back on her clients. Sam once again gave them a neutral smile as the air in this room was now a bit…tense. “As I said, stay away and ignore the ones I warned you about since you are living here for the time being…and you will be just fine.”
Not completely but ok enough to handle the crazy shit.
“Unless you say fuck it and wish to party with the demonios then knock your socks off…buuuut, I wouldn’t recommend.” Sam stared at them blankly. “I know none of this came with the contract nor with the conversations you all have had with your boys because it’s best to leave this matter be. Although half of them don’t believe in the things I say but it is what it is.” She raised hands with a nonchalant shrug. “That or come to me so I will deal with it and I’ll move you to a safer room.” She tilted her head slightly and closed her eyes as she smiled more as to be friendly.
She was trying at least.
“Any more questions? Concerns? I may be able to answer them to the best of my ability.”
