A/N: I own neither Danny Phantom nor Twitter.
I mean, I own an account but I don't own own Twitter.
Besides, the first and last time I used it was about a year ago.
Paulina had a plan, but she wasn't sure how this would work. She had an advantage: Amity Park was the most haunted city in America.
She deducted that it wouldn't be too difficult complete the task at hand.
But it was.
She sighed and glanced up from her cell phone.
This was the third reported ghost sighting all day. The day was scorching hot, her hair—after hours of ironing it—was once again curling from the humidity, sweat drenched her favorite shirt, and her feet were getting blisters from eight hours of strolling across town, searching for supposed ghost sightings.
These updates, she decided, weren't reliable. Granted they were from twitter and Facebook accounts…but still.
She figured at least one of them could've been true. Who knew Amity had so many false sightings and/or liars? First, someone claimed to have seen a ghost in a hotel, then someone tweeted that a skeleton ghost was living in the school's Janitor room.
A ghost in the park, a spirit on a roof, a…vampire in the sewers?
Paulina groaned as she leaned against the wall of a building, weariness overwhelming her. She grit her teeth and forced herself to continue walking, mustering up some of the useful determination she frequently relied on.
The last tweet she'd read seemed credible.
"Brock B_Worker
This heat wave is really getting on my last nerve. I swear on my mother's life I just saw a little round, blue person in overalls hanging out by the shipping boxes. Stupid hallucinations. Oh, well. It's closing time."
The tweet had come from a friend's distant cousin's brother who was working at the farthest outskirts of town. Lucky for her, it was on the road by her house.
She forced her cantankerous foot to slip away from civilization and towards a familiar warehouse.
…
The building was hideous, and the exterior was no better than the interior. The brick walls were faded, the tiled roof was smeared with grime, and some of the tinted windows were cracked.
The large warehouse trapped in the already terrible heat, which Paulina found extremely suffocating. The place reeked of wood and paint and sweat.
The Latina scrunched her nose and wondered how anyone could work in these conditions. Ignoring her obvious discomfort, she marched forward.
Sneaking through the back was the easy part, now she had to hunt down the ghost.
There were no signs of any movement and, after a thorough scan of the building, Paulina was about ready to give up for the time being.
One the way out, she paused at the sight of boxes.
A bunch of them were scattered around the area, which was strange since the rest of the place seemed pretty orderly. She immediately assumed that either the movers were careless or someone or something had thrown them. Paulina allowed a glimmer of hope to surface as she pressed forward towards the boxes. The temperature was slightly cooler here, much to her relief, and Paulina presumed that that was a good sign.
She walked around the boxes for a bit until reaching a spot where the temperature was just perfect in comparison to the rest of the building.
She bent down and found a small, barely glowing piece of cloth.
The Latina bit her lip to keep from squealing with excitement as she pulled out a small plastic bag from her purse, tucking away the thick, blue clout of silk.
She had finally procured the item.
:~:~:~:~:~:~:
Paulina bent down and placed the piece in front of her. She wasn't sure why, but she was becoming consumed with thoughts ghosts. Maybe it's because they haunted her city, maybe because she had recently run into the Ghost Boy, or maybe she simply wanted to satisfy her curiosity and learn about other supernatural entities such as herself.
In any case, she didn't need to know the reason. All she needed was to satisfy her increasing desire to learn more about them.
She wasn't sure if this would work but she wanted to try anyways. Most times, if a ghost was summoned, they wouldn't reveal themselves unless they or the witch was powerful enough to see them.
The pentagram was drawn, the candles placed on each point were lit, and the cloth was placed in the circle.
She stepped out of her hand-made symbol, dusting off the remaining bit of chalk in her hands as she picked up the book.
Her lips moved, and Latin words were released from the pit of her soul.
Exaudi me nunc
meam audient clamoribus
Spiritus ex alia parte;
transire magnus partitus
She blinked and peered up, her mouth dropping open.
There hovering over her pentagram was a disoriented short, plump ghost with blue-ish skin, overalls, and gloves.
"It worked," she muttered under her breath.
"Uh, beware?" He mumbled a bit hesitantly.
The Latina gaped, flabbergasted at the immediate results. Paulina's eyes twinkled with pride at a job well done.
A/N: The spell I got was not really a spell. I got it from the television show Charmed and then translated it into Latin, which I recently learned is not, in fact, the oldest language known to man. Actually, it's nowhere near as old as a few other languages.
Hear me now, hear my cries
Spirit from the other side
Cross now the great divide
I tried looking up some summoning spells for an idea of what to do here, but I got nothing, so I ended up just stringing some crap spell together.
As many other times, I haven't had a chance to revise/edit this page, so bare with me.
Any and all feedback is appreciated. ;)
