Chapter Fifteen
Marilyn got ready to lie down on the couch in the living room, and embark on her daily journey through the Dreamworld, when she suddenly heard voices at a door.
"Now I tell you Jenkins, I experienced a haunting in this very room last night!"
"Oh no! That's Mr. Collins! I better hide!" Marilyn thought, as she quickly got within a closet for a hiding place.
"Sir, are you sure you did not have a nightmare last night, or were just imagining things?" A teenage boy asked skeptically as he and Mr. Collins entered the room.
"I swear I was not dreaming! I crept in here very fast, and said to cut it out with the toys or something like that. And there were these weird lights. But the creepiest thing of all was this voice that said to me "How dare you call my power a toy!" or something similar. Then there was another voice telling me to get out!"
Jenkins stood there thinking while Mr. Collins looked as if he was going to have a spasm.
"Well, WELL?! Is that proof enough of there being ghosts here?"
"Sir, as a future paranormal researcher, I would have to say this does not strike one bit as being a haunted place."
"You want PROOF of THIS BEING A HAUNTED PLACE? I'LL GIVE YOU PROOF! Come over here, I saw one of the spirits dismantle a lamp with their light!"
Mr. Collins ran over to where a broken lamp had stood, but an unblemished one had taken its place. Suddenly, Mr. Collins got a sickening realization.
"Waitaminute, this whole place was in shambles last night, now it's back to normal! If that's not proof enough of something weird going on around here, I don't know what is!"
Jenkins rolled his eyes, and said to Mr. Collins.
"Uh, yeah right. Mr. Collins, take my advice, you need some sleep. The only ones I could think of haunting this place are the Fantastic Five. And as far as all paranormal researchers know, they are resting in peace, and have been doing so for over fifty years! Now I don't know if it's because they found the funeral the city gave them decent, or have just been overall satisfied with the good they had done all of their lives. But whatever it is, they certainly are not making a peep, and don't appear to be doing so anytime soon. Good day Mr. Collins."
And the boy immediately turned around, and made his way down the stairs, with Mr. Collins following behind.
"But you gotta believe me, you just gotta!"
Marilyn slowly and quietly left the closet, and returned to the couch.
"That ceremony they held where they burned our remains and threw the ashes into the Hudson River was a decent funeral? I believe they were better off just letting our physical forms go through their natural processes on the top of this building."
Marilyn murmured to herself as she ventured off into the Dreamworld.
Marilyn got ready to lie down on the couch in the living room, and embark on her daily journey through the Dreamworld, when she suddenly heard voices at a door.
"Now I tell you Jenkins, I experienced a haunting in this very room last night!"
"Oh no! That's Mr. Collins! I better hide!" Marilyn thought, as she quickly got within a closet for a hiding place.
"Sir, are you sure you did not have a nightmare last night, or were just imagining things?" A teenage boy asked skeptically as he and Mr. Collins entered the room.
"I swear I was not dreaming! I crept in here very fast, and said to cut it out with the toys or something like that. And there were these weird lights. But the creepiest thing of all was this voice that said to me "How dare you call my power a toy!" or something similar. Then there was another voice telling me to get out!"
Jenkins stood there thinking while Mr. Collins looked as if he was going to have a spasm.
"Well, WELL?! Is that proof enough of there being ghosts here?"
"Sir, as a future paranormal researcher, I would have to say this does not strike one bit as being a haunted place."
"You want PROOF of THIS BEING A HAUNTED PLACE? I'LL GIVE YOU PROOF! Come over here, I saw one of the spirits dismantle a lamp with their light!"
Mr. Collins ran over to where a broken lamp had stood, but an unblemished one had taken its place. Suddenly, Mr. Collins got a sickening realization.
"Waitaminute, this whole place was in shambles last night, now it's back to normal! If that's not proof enough of something weird going on around here, I don't know what is!"
Jenkins rolled his eyes, and said to Mr. Collins.
"Uh, yeah right. Mr. Collins, take my advice, you need some sleep. The only ones I could think of haunting this place are the Fantastic Five. And as far as all paranormal researchers know, they are resting in peace, and have been doing so for over fifty years! Now I don't know if it's because they found the funeral the city gave them decent, or have just been overall satisfied with the good they had done all of their lives. But whatever it is, they certainly are not making a peep, and don't appear to be doing so anytime soon. Good day Mr. Collins."
And the boy immediately turned around, and made his way down the stairs, with Mr. Collins following behind.
"But you gotta believe me, you just gotta!"
Marilyn slowly and quietly left the closet, and returned to the couch.
"That ceremony they held where they burned our remains and threw the ashes into the Hudson River was a decent funeral? I believe they were better off just letting our physical forms go through their natural processes on the top of this building."
Marilyn murmured to herself as she ventured off into the Dreamworld.