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Chapter 1

Roy was doing his paperwork, when there was no one else around. He sighed; this was going to be a long day, since it was Valentine's Day. He finished about half an hour later and got up to get his coat, that was when he had heard a knock on the door.

'Who might that be? I'm going home, so they can wait till tomorrow to talk to me,' Roy thought as he got his coat on and started for the door.

The knocking began once again, this time; it wasn't at the door, this time it was in a wall.

'I'm being paranoid, there aren't any ghosts… they don't even exists!' Roy chuckled to himself as he walked out the door of his office.

As he was walking, he walked through a spot that seemed oddly cold, but that didn't affect him much, so he continued.

'This is weird; I'm going to have to check out that spot tomorrow, to see if it's still there,' Roy thought to himself once again as he got to the end of the hallway, finally at the entrance.

As he reached towards the handle, a cold spot made its way down Roy's spine. He spun around, quickly. This time, he was more nervous than anything. As he looked from his post in the hall, he saw nothing. He stepped back hitting the door with his back, his hands trembling.

"I-I sh-shouldn't t-tell th-those morons about th-this, oth-otherwise th-they might l-laugh at m-me!" Roy said, and with that he ran towards his car in frenzy, 'Hawkeye's going to laugh at me when I ask her to drive me to work for this reason.'

Roy drove home with his whole body shivering. 'I shouldn't be this cold. Damn, it's like that spot in the hall,' he thought to himself as he finally got to his driveway.

Roy got out of his car and walked towards his front door, the same feeling happened again like what had happened before he had exited the HQ. He stood there for a minute, and then he quickly turned around. He felt like he was being watched. Nothing was there.

"I'm losing my marbles!" Roy laughed to himself as he went into his house and went upstairs to bed.

After he got to his bedroom, he got ready for bed and got in bed, but he took a glance at his doorway, because something caught his eye. A figure was standing there, pure black, the eyes were pure red. The figure seemed evil, but not at the same time. Roy sat up in bed and stared at the figure, his breathing became rapid, sweat dripped from his forehead.

'Ghost are real!' Roy thought, as he was simply too afraid to speak to himself aloud.


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