A/N: One of my reviewers suggested that I needed to lay off Tim and start subjecting other characters to a "Supernatural Bitchslap". This will be the place for those stories, which will probably just be drabbles or less. I claim no literary merit whatsoever. Disclaimer: I also don't own anything. You know the drill.
This first little bit was the result of an exercise to write a story in 50 words or less. So here you go, in 49 words, a little supernatural torment for someone besides Tim.
He knew he was alone. He moved through the abandoned building, and felt a sudden chill trickle down his spine as he watched a formless black shadow cross the stairs. Out of the darkness, he heard a soft, sibilant voice whisper his name.
Not haunted, my ass, Tony thought.