Hold me
By: delilanah
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Summery:
Maka looked up at the large, slightly run down, old, ivy covered house, more like mansion before her. She drew her coat tighter around her and shivered as a cold Autumn wind pushed at her, making her ash-blonde pigtails go flying and slap at her face. "Ma'am." said the previous owner of the house, picking up her two large suitcase. "I greatly appreciate you doing this." Maka nodded. "it's no problem, can you tell me again why you think this place is haunted?" she asked as they walked up to the door. "things moving, shadows, voices, thought I saw someone once or twice." he said handing her a key. She nodded. "I'll tell you if anything really important shows up. I'm sure you want to move back in your home as soon as possible." the man shook his head. "I never want back in there! If you can get rid of the thing, you can keep the place, if you can't get rid of it, still keep the place!" he said then turned and walked to his car and dove off.
Maka sighed and opened the door and walked inside. Her jaw dropped, it was large, with two curving staircases, a hallway in the middle (like in the movie the haunted mansion). She looked around, the 'room' was lit by two large, beautiful, chandeliers and 'gas lamps' on the walls. " this might actually have benefits." she said out load. Maka was a P.P.S.M, a Psychic Phenomenal Spirit Magnet, she could sense spirits and souls, they where often attracted to her because she could hear and see them when no one else could. When she was younger she thought she was crazy, but now at the age of 21, she was considered a angel in paranormal groups and ghost hunter gangs, but she chose to work alone, she was often offered high amounts of money to work cases much like this one. Maka picked up one of her large suitcases and headed up the large, grand staircase. When she got to the top, she put the suitcase down and huffed softly, she then proceeded to pull it down the long hallway. The walls on either side had pictures and a few doors here and there. She stopped at one door and opened it to reveal the beautifully decorated room. She smiled and walked over to the bed and put her first suitcase at the foot of the bed then fell on it and smiled more.
She lay there for a moment then got up and walked back to the front door and grabbed her other suitcase and dragged it up the stairs. She stopped halfway when she saw a shadow out of the corner of her eye. " I know your there." she said, her emerald eyes darting around. After a few moments she begin to pull the suitcase back up the stairs. She got to the top and huffed softly. A shadow moved in the corner of her eye again and she turned quickly. "It's alright, I'm here to help you." she called, looking around. "just say something." there was silence for a moment and Maka continued to look around when suddenly there was a scoff from behind her. She turned and came face to face with a man. The man had snow white spiky hair and bright crimson eyes. He wore what looked like a prince outfit, cape and all, his shirt was red and gold, his cape black as where his pants and shoes, he leaned against the railing of the balcony thing that joined the two stair cases. He sneered at her showing sharp teeth. "your stupid flat chested girl, like you can hear me, no one can hear me." he said, his accent was thick, maybe British, or Russian, it was difficult to tell." I can hear! And see you!" she said crossing her arms. "and you're extremely rude." The ghost blinked. "what? Y-you can see and hear me? Not just random words I say?" he asked his crimson eyes wide. Maka nodded. "yes I can hear and see you, so apologize. Now." she said. He snorted and straightened up. "are you telling me what to do, girl?" he sneered. "I have a name!" she hissed." and what would that be?" he asked in a bored voice. "My name is Maka Albarn. And what would your name be?" she asked. The man blinked. "my…. name?…..I-I don't….I don't remember…" he said softly. "I don't have a name…" he mumbled. "would you like me to give you one?" she asked softly. He smirked. "you? Give me a name?" he laughed then shook his head. "go ahead." he said. Maka thought for a moment then smiled. "I'll call you soul."