Yep, I wrote another one. This one takes place a couple weeks after Monsters and Mainstream(which if you haven't read that one, you should.) Anyway, enjoy!

Scene and Intern 2 walked into a darkened MyMusic office both confused and a little weirded out after Hip Hop had called them earlier.

"Hip Hop," Intern 2 called out to him, "Scene and I are here. What's going on?"

"Psst!"

"Where is that coming from," Scene asked, getting anxious.

"Psst! Here! Over here! Under the desk!"

The two interns glanced at one another before going to their shared workstation and looking underneath.

"What are you doing under here Hip Hop," Intern 2 said as he pulled back the office chairs.

Hip Hop was currently curled up, shaking like a leaf below the workstation.

"I'm scared," Hip Hop admitted, "I'm so scared right now!"

"Scared of what," Scene was really starting to feel spooked.

"Emo's ghost," Hip Hop said, panic apparent in his voice, "she's haunting me and I don't know why!"

"There's a ghost in the office," Scene was on the verge of a full on freak out.

Intern 2 held his hands up, "Calm down. There isn't a ghost in the office. That's ridiculous!"

The office chairs were violently shoved forward, striking the door of Indie's office. Scene shrieked and dove under the desk, curling herself as close to Hip Hop as she could.

"Really? You think that's ridiculous," Hip Hop cracked, putting a trembling arm around Scene, "then what was that?!"

Intern 2 did think that was strange, but he had to keep a level head, "I don't know, but I'm sure there's an explanation for it."

"Then explain it," Hip Hop fired back.

"Guys, it's really cold in here," Scene shivered.

Intern 2 was not going to let this get to him, "Someone probably messed with the thermostat."

Hip Hop gave him an annoyed look and gestured toward the thermostat on the wall.

"I see. it's set at...seventy-eight degrees," Intern 2 said, "but it could be broken."

That was when the three of them heard someone crying coming from inside Indie's office, the cries turning into miserable moaning and groaning.

"Okay, I can't explain that one," Intern 2 said, getting spooked.

He crawled under the desk and joined Hip Hop and Scene, the three of them huddling together in fear.

"I think we should try to make a run for it," Scene suggested, still shivering, "then we'll go to someone's place because I don't want to be alone tonight!"

"We'll go to mine, it's ghost proof," Hip Hop said.

"How do you ghost proof an apartment," Intern 2 asked.

"Holy water," Hip Hop answered, giving Intern 2 a "no-duh" look.

"Okay fine, your place it is," Intern 2 said, "well run at the count of three."

Intern 2 started counting down using his fingers. He barely got to two before a pen flew at them, striking Hip Hop in the face. They abandoned the countdown altogether, the three of them screaming as they sprinted to the door.

Laughter echoed through the office. Sure, Emo was still sad and lonely, but she knew that this whole ghost thing had its advantages.