#six ghosts

[drakenbite]

abandoned warehouse [RP] - six ghosts - entity - exile

     "Don’t touch nothing,” he advised. “Don’t breathe nothing, and don’t look at nothing that looks back at you. Don’t buy nothing unless you know what it is, and don’t. read. the books. Now, listen, Doc. It ain’t in Thayd, but you’re going to have to get real close —”

[drakenbite]

   "I'm alive," he said, as if affirming the fact. He hadn't meant to say it out loud.      "Of course you are," answered an unconvincingly polite digital voice, like the ones that told you to please take your card or please take your ticket when you bought a soda or a sandwich or a taxi voucher from a vending machine. "Did you expect me to leave you there? Do you think I'm a fool? That I don't know who you are? They tolerate me here. I won't give them a reason to change their mind."     Pam stared at the wood-plank ceiling overhead. He was lying on a cot in a small, dark room. A man without a face stood over him, his hands clasped behind his back, his silhouette glowing blue. It was quiet. He could hear the tick of an old-fashioned clock and the hum of electricity in the walls.     Bad jump, he thought, wetting his chafed lips, half-expecting to wake up in -- where? Was there somewhere I was supposed to wake up? Bad jump. Bad jump. He felt wrung-out in an entirely new way, this time -- like his soul had caught on a hook on his way out the door.     "You a, uh, doctor?" he rasped.      "No," the voice replied. And I'll expect you to thank me for that, later. "You're asking stupid questions for someone who may still die. Listen to me. This is very important. First, ask yourself this: who am I?"