Author's Note

Hey~ This is the first chapter to a new story I thought up. It's going to be pretty short because if I make it too long I know I won't be able to finish it. Three to four chapters, tops.

I also tried making it sound British but... this is hard seeing as I am not British. So I came up with whatever I could haha

Thanks for reading! You are a kind soul :)


"Come now, Abby. If we go in without any proper gear it'll mean certain ghost-touch for sure!"

"Don't think I don't know that, Tomas. But I have to save him before it's too late."

Abby shook her head in exasperation. She understood Tomas' point; what good would she be to Jones if she became a ghost herself. Still, she couldn't just leave and wait for some snotty government agents to take their time in rescuing him.

In the dim moonlight, she could barely make out Tomas' figure but she was sure that he wore an expression of worry, frustration and terror, mirroring her own fears –they came standard with every night-watch patrol so it wasn't anything unusual. Only this time, the reason was more terrifying than meeting a ghost up-close.

Abby could feel a steady rise of panic starting to take hold of her.

What would she do if she lost Jones? He was the only person in the world who would listen to Abby during one of her tantrums. The only one who could calm her down after their mother went off to spend their hard-earned money on bets and drinks. He was all Abby had.

With their pathetic excuse for a parent missing in action for the better half of their lives, Abby had to raise her 6 year-old brother on her own. Every Christmas present of his was a result of a three months work of patrol duty. Every warm watery soup whenever Jones caught a cold was of her doing. Everything a normal mother would do, Abby did. She can't imagine not being with him.

Abby fought the bubble of anxiety threatening to burst inside. Her already numb hands trembled. Though whether it was the cold or the very thought of going into the ghost-infested site alone, she couldn't say.

Finally after what seemed like forever, Tomas stood up looking like he had something to say. But before he could utter a syllable, Abby cut him off and said, "I'm going in there, Tom. You have to go down to DEPRAC immediately and get some back-up. ASAP."

She bent down to pick up her stick –a four-foot long wooden pole with the tip coated in iron. It was old, and the iron was rusting but it would do the trick. It was nearing dawn anyway.

"No way, Abby. If anyone is going in there, it'll be me."

Suddenly, anger mixed with her terror. "What? Are you kidding, Tom? There is no way you're risking your life for my brother."

Normally, people would back off as soon as they heard Abby's threatening tone. But this was Tomas, and he wasn't the least bit scared of Abby. "Oh please. You know that I fight ghosts better than you do."

Abby felt her voice falter for a moment but the thought of her brother cold and afraid on the building's floor fueled her anger.

"You are not risking your life again, Tomas. You have your own family to take care of –" Abby was silenced with Tomas putting his thumb on her lips.

"Hey," He said in that soft but firm tone. "Jones is my family too."

Abby felt her irritation sharpening like the edge of an iron rapier. "Don't be so goddy noble, Tom."

Normal people would be offended. Normal friends of hers would be insulted. But Tom simply smiled, knowing that Abby was convinced.

"Ten minutes, tops. Just a quick scan and we'll go in together." Abby chided. Tom nodded grimly.

"And... Don't do anything stupid." Tom's expression softened and he ruffled Abby's already messy hair.

"I'll be out soon." He flashed her another smile before entering the ghost building.

And Abigail sat on her rock, counting the passing seconds under her breath.