Welcome to Creep's Cast.

A stranger joined our paranormal support group.

He shouldn't have.

Written by Namoff.

I ignored the ghost of a woman standing behind Pete.

Well, tried to.

I had gotten pretty good at not looking at her, but not listening was another matter.

Dripping.

Was it blood that perpetually rolled down her fingers or something worse?

No way of knowing without looking.

My eyes burned with the temptation to take a peek.

Just a quick one, surely it wouldn't do any.

I blinked hard and focused on what Pete was saying.

No, surely tonight. The kids have come down with the flu. I've volunteered for set-up duty.

I gestured down the corridor. Shall we? I led the way, careful to keep my eyes away from windows, shiny doorknobs, unexpected puddles,

anything that might cast a reflection.

When we reached our room, I paused, casting Pete to sidelong luck.

Do you want to?

He knew the drill.

No setting foot in the room, not yet. With exaggerated casualness, he leaned against the wall and fixed his eyes on the ceiling, while I opened the door and turried inside. I fumbled the key into the storage cupboard lock and found what I needed with an easy reach. Thank God for sure these

organizational skills. All but sprinting back to the door, I encorked the jar and drew a thick

line of salt just inside the threshold. I caught the briefest glimpse of bare feet. Bloaded,

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