"Love is stronger than death even though it can't stop death from happening, but no matter how hard death tries it can't separate people from love. It can't take away our memories either. In the end, life is stronger than death" – Unknown
The light scratching of the pencil against the check off sheet seemingly echoed of the rock walls in her office, usually she would fill the dormitory with the sounds of music to hide the emptiness of the halls. She sighed as she tried not to focus on the thick air that surrounded her; she began to lightly tap her pencil on the desk as she yearned for sound. Her left hand ran through her long black hair as she looked up out habit, her boss was coming by to check out everything before some 'ghost' hunters came stomping through the dorms. The jerking sounds of the metal doors on the side of the building echoed as her boss's high heels clicked their way to her. She stood up as she placed the pencil she had been writing with down on the desk, "Morning Ms. Scott." Morigan said in a pleasant tone.
Ms. Scott was a round woman, as most Native American woman are, with the same long black hair that Morigan had only she kept it in a tight bun. Ms. Scott also had the trademark high cheek bones, but they were slightly hidden under a layer of fat that made her face seem just as round as her stomach. "Morning Morigan, any complications so far?" she said as her dark eyes scanned the tidy office. Morigan shook her head, "No ma'am nothing out of the ordinary yet." She said as her eyes fell to her checklist. "Good, good. Well they should be here in about thirty minutes, go and check with Kyle about the boys dorm." She said with a stern nod before she turned on her heel, Morigan nodded as she walked from behind her desk after the woman. "Oh and Morigan, I suspect they would like to go to the old gym also make sure you have those keys with you." She added as she walked up to the second floor, Morigan's hand wondered to her hip as she searched for her keys. Nothing, she let out an exhausted sigh as she walked back to the office to search for her keys. It was days like these that Morigan wished for a little more exotic life, she grumbled as she found the keys in her left drawer under a stack of folders.
The summer sun shone on her petite body as she walked across the basketball court to the boys dorm side door. She pushed the metal door open, "Kyle?" she asked as she let the door shut on its own before walking down an identical hall to the identical office. Her wedges made an echoing sound as their dorm was just as silent as the other, she walked through the office door to see Kyle sitting, his feet were propped on the desk, headphones plainly in his ears and while paper work scattered the desk he was reading the local newspaper. She crossed her arms as a scowl came across her face, who did he think he was? Just sitting there with work to do like some sort of slacker, she walked behind him as he found an article about who was coming to visit the dorms.
He read out loud in a whisper, "The Cherokee Nation is proud to extend a hand out to a famous paranormal research group, simply known as GAC or Ghost Adventures Crew. The GAC is the trio of Zak Bagans, Nick Groff, and Aaron Goodwin off the television show Ghost Adventures. They will be spending a patent 'Lock down' at Sequoyah High School in hopes of contacting the spirits of passed orphans." His voice said as she stood behind him, in the article was a picture of the trio. She placed her hands lightly on the back of his chair; he continued to read in breathy tone, "It is unknown when the trio will be arriving since they and the Cherokee Nation don't want people bothering the investigation." He gave a huff and Morigan took it as a cue. She pulled his chair back quickly, his arms flung around in the air as a sharp screamed poured from his mouth, then the thud of his chair and body hitting the ground. Morigan laughed hysterically as she clasped her hands around her mouth, Kyle pulled out his ear buds as he regained his composure and stood up. "I don't see how that's funny Morgie." He said in with a hint of disdain.
Once she stopped laughing and Kyle stopped cursing at her she asked if the dorm was ready or not. Kyle shuffled his feet before digging through the piles of scattered paper on the desk, "Yeah I mean we still have a leak on the second floor bathroom, and lights in the 'living room' don't work. But other than that we seem to be ready to go." He said with a small shrug. Morigan sighed as he ticked off the things needed to be repaired, "I suppose that it will have to do since they are going to come by in little bit." She said as she gave a small nod, "Well I should go back," she added as she walked out of the office. She stood there for a second, "Oh," she poked her head back into the office, "and Kyle clean your desk off." She said in a firm tone before walking back the way she came in. As her feet hit the walkway her head moved to the side to see a black van coming down the roadway. She shook her head as she knew it was the 'paranormal' researchers, she smirked "More like ratings whores." She said to herself as she made her way back inside the girls dorm.
Ms. Scott was standing on the patio the faced the basketball court, "Was everything in order?" she asked as she nodded her round head toward the boy's dorm. Morigan nodded, "Well except for a leak and lights not working. But I suppose we couldn't really get those fixed until tomorrow when Randall comes in." she added remembering what Kyle said. Ms. Scott let out a low growl, "It'll have to do since that's them now." She said as she pouted down the sidewalk to three guys walking toward them. Morigan had never been anything special, not like them so for her to even be in the same place was a bit overwhelming. She felt her stomach knot up and her mouth goes dry as they walked closer and closer. She took as step back as they stopped before her, "Morning, you must be Ms. Scott," the tallest one said as he stuck out his hand for Ms. Scott to take. She did, gave it a good shake and let go, "Morning, I just have one thing to say before I leave you with Morigan here. We as a culture don't take the afterlife as a joke. We respect our elders and ancestors, and if you think you can come in here and rile them up without showing them respect then, I will personally hunt you down and make you come back." She said as her chubby finger pointed at each of them individually. She gave them each a stern look before turning to Morigan, "You do have your protection don't you?" she said in the same tone as she had when sculled the trio. Morigan nodded as she patted her hip pocket, the lump inside the pocket was small deer hide pouch filled with blessed herbs, also known as medicine given to her by a local medicine man. And, with that Ms. Scott sauntered away to her car, Morigan looked at the shocked faces of the investigators unsure of what she should say.
Nick broke the silence, "Wow Zak I think that's the fastest I've ever seen you piss off a woman in my life." Zak shrugged, "What can I say I have a talent for those types of things." His hazel eyes fell onto Morigan who had resorted to crossing her arms and biting on the inside of her cheek nervously. "Hi I'm Zak, and I hope you won't go stomping off either," he said as he stuck his hand out once again. Morigan unfolded her arms and shook his hand, "I know I watch the show purely out of entertainment. I'm Morigan Nofire." Nick nodded, "I like how she didn't say whether or not if she was going to stomp away." Aaron who was still laughing at Nick's first comment was now laughing at his latest. "Well we'll just have to see how this tour goes then won't we." Morigan said with a raised eyebrow.