Disclaimer: I do not own any characters that were originally in the movie
that I'm writing about, nor any similiar events that take place.
I do however, own all original characters and well, you get the idea.
Keep me motivated by leaving reviews, it's definitely appreciated.
Bare with me, this is my first posted fan fiction story.
Dollar Diva
No Light
Chapter 1
She had longed for much more, adventure, risks, anything more than just the fear of gaining food poisoning from a bad entree and although she did everything in her power to get the attention of the editor, she still had yet been able to prove that she had the potential of being the best investigative journalist that 'The Tribune' had ever had on their payroll.
"Kaitlyn doll, still attempting to figure out what you had for breakfast this morning so that you can write about it on your next column?"
Kaitlyn rolled her eyes and began to think of some sort of hostile come back to greet the voice of Shaleene, who had been nothing but a nail in her side from the beginning of her employment.
The object of human perfection, Shaleene had been. The typical model-like body, the skimpy body hugging career ensembles, down to her thick, layered long blonde locks and amazing blue eyes, which to Kaitlyn's opinion had to be contacts, no one could look that perfect without something or another being completely fake.
"Well, I'm sure if I was to spread my legs for the boss, I'd be as high profile as you are."
Shaleene's amused expression suddenly changed into a glare as she stuck her nose up in the air.
"Just remember who does what around here, and everything will be fine."
"You just keep sucking up to the boss, and I mean that literally, of course."
A few moments later, the footsteps of Shaleene's heels were heard clanking down the hallway and before Kaitlyn could even sigh in relief, the sound of Shaleene's voice rose through the air of the headquarters, insulting someone else who was attempting to do their job, and making Kaitlyn just wish that for once, someone would knock Shaleene off the high horse she had perched herself upon long before.
Making her way into the front door of her small studio apartment, Kaitlyn sighed in relief. Finally being able to relax without the worries of work or just ordinary life in general. She was now free to laze around as she pleased, until the next morning and she intended on doing nothing until then.
Sliding her black pumps off of her feet, she seated herself on the green and creme colored floral couch and laid back just taking in the silence around her. Grabbing the remote control and turning on the television she sighed to herself in annoyance. All that was ever on the television anymore was news, as if she hadn't gotten enough of it from work, and here she was now taking in even more current events. But before she could flip the channels, a current top story caught her by surprise, catching her undivided attention as she watched on wide-eyed.
"I'm Cindy Gordan reporting from WGHE news and our top story tonight is the Kriticose house, was it really a house for the dead?"
Turning up the volume, Kaitlyn sat on the edge of the couch as a picture of a house, or more so the remainders of a house pierced the screen.
"Cyrus Kriticose, well acclaimed millionaire and ghost hunter was found dead inside his home three days ago after staging his own death just a few days before. The cause of actual death is unknown and we couldn't reach his family nor the authorities for comment."
Kaitlyn continued to stare at the television screen in disbelief, obviously there was a lot more to this story than anyone had picked up. Grabbing the cordless phone from the glass end table beside her, she began dialing numbers.
"Randy O'Donnell here?"
"Randy, this is Kaitlyn Raleigh."
"Katie, what's going on?"
"I need your help on an independent project."
"Being what?"
"The Kriticose story."
"Absolutely, no way will you get me anywhere near that."
"Why not?"
Kaitlyn could hear Randy's voice change from confident, to plain eery.
"Have you heard all the gossip about it? There's talk of ghosts and all kinds of paranormal mumbo jumbo."
"You said it Randy, not I. If it's such mumbo jumbo, than why are you scared?"
"Scared, who's scared. I'm just not real keen on dying anytime soon."
Laughing lightly into the phone Kaitlyn added,
"You're scared, just admit it."
"I'm not scared, just not stupid."
"Okay, well how can I make you stupid?"
"You can't and will not get me to follow you on another of your stupid little escapades Katie."
Listening to Kaitlyn's voice grow urging and needy, Randy sighed for a moment.
"Come on now Randy, I need you for this."
Not having the courage to tell his closest friend no, Randy hesitated once more.
"Fine, but if I get killed by some ghost, it's on your concious!"
Laughing once more Kaitlyn's voice reassured him.
"Fine, if you get attacked by some angry ghost, I'll call for the ghost busters okay?"
"Not amusing at all. I hope you know what you're getting us into."
Nodding to herself Kaitlyn replied, "I'm getting us recognized. I know exactly what I'm doing."
I do however, own all original characters and well, you get the idea.
Keep me motivated by leaving reviews, it's definitely appreciated.
Bare with me, this is my first posted fan fiction story.
Dollar Diva
No Light
Chapter 1
She had longed for much more, adventure, risks, anything more than just the fear of gaining food poisoning from a bad entree and although she did everything in her power to get the attention of the editor, she still had yet been able to prove that she had the potential of being the best investigative journalist that 'The Tribune' had ever had on their payroll.
"Kaitlyn doll, still attempting to figure out what you had for breakfast this morning so that you can write about it on your next column?"
Kaitlyn rolled her eyes and began to think of some sort of hostile come back to greet the voice of Shaleene, who had been nothing but a nail in her side from the beginning of her employment.
The object of human perfection, Shaleene had been. The typical model-like body, the skimpy body hugging career ensembles, down to her thick, layered long blonde locks and amazing blue eyes, which to Kaitlyn's opinion had to be contacts, no one could look that perfect without something or another being completely fake.
"Well, I'm sure if I was to spread my legs for the boss, I'd be as high profile as you are."
Shaleene's amused expression suddenly changed into a glare as she stuck her nose up in the air.
"Just remember who does what around here, and everything will be fine."
"You just keep sucking up to the boss, and I mean that literally, of course."
A few moments later, the footsteps of Shaleene's heels were heard clanking down the hallway and before Kaitlyn could even sigh in relief, the sound of Shaleene's voice rose through the air of the headquarters, insulting someone else who was attempting to do their job, and making Kaitlyn just wish that for once, someone would knock Shaleene off the high horse she had perched herself upon long before.
Making her way into the front door of her small studio apartment, Kaitlyn sighed in relief. Finally being able to relax without the worries of work or just ordinary life in general. She was now free to laze around as she pleased, until the next morning and she intended on doing nothing until then.
Sliding her black pumps off of her feet, she seated herself on the green and creme colored floral couch and laid back just taking in the silence around her. Grabbing the remote control and turning on the television she sighed to herself in annoyance. All that was ever on the television anymore was news, as if she hadn't gotten enough of it from work, and here she was now taking in even more current events. But before she could flip the channels, a current top story caught her by surprise, catching her undivided attention as she watched on wide-eyed.
"I'm Cindy Gordan reporting from WGHE news and our top story tonight is the Kriticose house, was it really a house for the dead?"
Turning up the volume, Kaitlyn sat on the edge of the couch as a picture of a house, or more so the remainders of a house pierced the screen.
"Cyrus Kriticose, well acclaimed millionaire and ghost hunter was found dead inside his home three days ago after staging his own death just a few days before. The cause of actual death is unknown and we couldn't reach his family nor the authorities for comment."
Kaitlyn continued to stare at the television screen in disbelief, obviously there was a lot more to this story than anyone had picked up. Grabbing the cordless phone from the glass end table beside her, she began dialing numbers.
"Randy O'Donnell here?"
"Randy, this is Kaitlyn Raleigh."
"Katie, what's going on?"
"I need your help on an independent project."
"Being what?"
"The Kriticose story."
"Absolutely, no way will you get me anywhere near that."
"Why not?"
Kaitlyn could hear Randy's voice change from confident, to plain eery.
"Have you heard all the gossip about it? There's talk of ghosts and all kinds of paranormal mumbo jumbo."
"You said it Randy, not I. If it's such mumbo jumbo, than why are you scared?"
"Scared, who's scared. I'm just not real keen on dying anytime soon."
Laughing lightly into the phone Kaitlyn added,
"You're scared, just admit it."
"I'm not scared, just not stupid."
"Okay, well how can I make you stupid?"
"You can't and will not get me to follow you on another of your stupid little escapades Katie."
Listening to Kaitlyn's voice grow urging and needy, Randy sighed for a moment.
"Come on now Randy, I need you for this."
Not having the courage to tell his closest friend no, Randy hesitated once more.
"Fine, but if I get killed by some ghost, it's on your concious!"
Laughing once more Kaitlyn's voice reassured him.
"Fine, if you get attacked by some angry ghost, I'll call for the ghost busters okay?"
"Not amusing at all. I hope you know what you're getting us into."
Nodding to herself Kaitlyn replied, "I'm getting us recognized. I know exactly what I'm doing."