Agent Ashley ignored her neighbor's nagging and finished polishing her obsidian pendent, holding it to the light. Perfect. She pocketed her final ghost-hunting weapons and stood out of her chair.
"Youko...listen, you probably don't believe me, not a lot of people do, but supernatural things? Ghost, werewolves, goblins...th-they exist." And it was up to hunters like her to stop creatures like them from terrorizing the innocent civilians of city. She and her band of friends.
But today, it was all on Ashley. There was a rogue vengeful geist roaming the city, sucking the souls of those unfortunate enough to come across it on a dark night. The media attributed it to a mysterious poison that was given to them b a serial killer, and only Ashley's band of ghost hunters knew the truth.
She zipped up her parka and jumped out the first story window and hit the ground running. There wasn't much time! Every second counted!
She ran and ran and ran to the abandoned house at the edge of the neighborhood, a prime gathering place for spirits. Her friend Hibiki, who was skeptical of ghosts when she was first recruited, gazed into the future with the Ouija Board and found that the geist's spirit line lead to that house tonight. It was Ashley's only chance to save the world.
Ashley stopped in front of the building, breathing heavily out of fear. This was her first solo job, she told herself as she gripped the dousing rods she hung on her belt, but she couldn't mess this up. It was time to stop being afraid and take charge--
"AAAAH!!" A raven flew down from the rooftop, causing Ashley to jump a foot into the air. How embarrassing, she should be better than this! Another deep breath, and she walked up the creaky stairs.
The house was quiet, too quiet. Suspiciously quiet. The air above her was cold: the sign of ghosts. It had to be upstairs. She gulped and held her dousing rods in front of her, which directly pointed upstairs. It was time. Trying her best not to make noise, she went up the steps, one by one. She only made it up halfway before she saw it.
The Geist.
Its face was a pale gray, shadows making it look like it was grinning maliciously at its next meal of souls. The geist swooped downwards at her, cackling maniacally.
Three years ago, Ashley would have screamed and run away, calling for help and crying. Not today. Without even flinching, she stared down the monster and reached into her pocket. Now or never. When it was only six inches away from her, Ashley thrust her arm holding the mystical pendant into the geist's face. Unlike the air around it, the "body" slowed down her action, and soon enough, the obsidian was lodged inside its head.
The geist screamed at a frequency only dogs could hear and reached back, knocking Ashley down the steps she already climbed up, but she did a back roll and stood up without even a moment of being off-balance. The evil spirit was in pain as the holiness of the stone tore it apart from the inside. The floors shook as its power was the only thing holding it together - the geist was the house.
Without a moment of hesitation, Ashley ran out the door, and just as the place was about to collapse, she dived into the grassy front lawn and did a roll, landing safely, and more importantly, alive. The sun broke over the horizon, signaling the start of a new era and the end of a reign of terror.
One week later, the National Institute of the Supernatural got word of the mass haunting in her city, but before they could take any action, learned that a local ghost hunter took down the dangerous monster on her own. They arrived at Ashley house to decorate her with a medal of honor and welcome her to their society as its youngest member in the history of the world.
Ashley's Story
Agent Ashley ignored her neighbor's nagging and finished polishing her obsidian pendent, holding it to the light. Perfect. She pocketed her final ghost-hunting weapons and stood out of her chair.
"Youko...listen, you probably don't believe me, not a lot of people do, but supernatural things? Ghost, werewolves, goblins...th-they exist." And it was up to hunters like her to stop creatures like them from terrorizing the innocent civilians of city. She and her band of friends.
But today, it was all on Ashley. There was a rogue vengeful geist roaming the city, sucking the souls of those unfortunate enough to come across it on a dark night. The media attributed it to a mysterious poison that was given to them b a serial killer, and only Ashley's band of ghost hunters knew the truth.
She zipped up her parka and jumped out the first story window and hit the ground running. There wasn't much time! Every second counted!
She ran and ran and ran to the abandoned house at the edge of the neighborhood, a prime gathering place for spirits. Her friend Hibiki, who was skeptical of ghosts when she was first recruited, gazed into the future with the Ouija Board and found that the geist's spirit line lead to that house tonight. It was Ashley's only chance to save the world.
Ashley stopped in front of the building, breathing heavily out of fear. This was her first solo job, she told herself as she gripped the dousing rods she hung on her belt, but she couldn't mess this up. It was time to stop being afraid and take charge--
"AAAAH!!" A raven flew down from the rooftop, causing Ashley to jump a foot into the air. How embarrassing, she should be better than this! Another deep breath, and she walked up the creaky stairs.
The house was quiet, too quiet. Suspiciously quiet. The air above her was cold: the sign of ghosts. It had to be upstairs. She gulped and held her dousing rods in front of her, which directly pointed upstairs. It was time. Trying her best not to make noise, she went up the steps, one by one. She only made it up halfway before she saw it.
The Geist.
Its face was a pale gray, shadows making it look like it was grinning maliciously at its next meal of souls. The geist swooped downwards at her, cackling maniacally.
Three years ago, Ashley would have screamed and run away, calling for help and crying. Not today. Without even flinching, she stared down the monster and reached into her pocket. Now or never. When it was only six inches away from her, Ashley thrust her arm holding the mystical pendant into the geist's face. Unlike the air around it, the "body" slowed down her action, and soon enough, the obsidian was lodged inside its head.
The geist screamed at a frequency only dogs could hear and reached back, knocking Ashley down the steps she already climbed up, but she did a back roll and stood up without even a moment of being off-balance. The evil spirit was in pain as the holiness of the stone tore it apart from the inside. The floors shook as its power was the only thing holding it together - the geist was the house.
Without a moment of hesitation, Ashley ran out the door, and just as the place was about to collapse, she dived into the grassy front lawn and did a roll, landing safely, and more importantly, alive. The sun broke over the horizon, signaling the start of a new era and the end of a reign of terror.
One week later, the National Institute of the Supernatural got word of the mass haunting in her city, but before they could take any action, learned that a local ghost hunter took down the dangerous monster on her own. They arrived at Ashley house to decorate her with a medal of honor and welcome her to their society as its youngest member in the history of the world.
THE END