Saint Elizabeth's Public Library, Late night
Ophelia had spent a long time of her life in libraries, it has been her home away from home, so many information, so many stories, she still could remember her grandpa telling her that she could learn almost everything in there, so when her first ghost hunting job was in the local library she thought it was destiny –if she believed those thing of course- but she had to admit that in the dark and with the knowledge that it was haunted, the building that was her safe place for so long… was quite scary.
"Come on, you can do it, is just a ghosts, is just the soul of a dead person that refuse to go to the other side, nothing to be afraid of." Taking a big breath she begun to walk to the entrance and knock at the door.
After a few second passed and nothing happened she was about to knock again when she felt a tap in her shoulder from behind, Ophelia would never admit yelled like a little girl.
"Oh dear, I'm so sorry miss! I was just waiting in the other side of the build when a heard you knock, are you the ghost hunter?" The man that had touched her was very old, his hair was already white, and had big glasses, but here was something in his eyes, they seemed… wary.
Ophelia managed to answer back, after caching her breath. "Wh… what? Oh, yeah, yeah that's me, I'm Ophelia Spengler, I'm here to take care of your ghost troubles!" She finished standing firm, trying to appear professional, or as professional as she could look after yelling for nothing.
"Oh! Good, good, I'm Marshall Smalls, I was so worry with this, but I'm sure that you could fix this problem in no time, you look quite capable."
The young woman blush a little with compliment, she just wasn't used to people outside her family to praise her. "Thanks! I- I mean, thanks, um –kof- Well, why don't you tell me how it all begun."
In that question the old man raise her eyes in eyes, while doing his best to remember the events of the day. "It all begun in the afternoon, it was a calm day honestly, nothing out of the ordinary, maybe there was a little less people than usual, but nothing estrange, then, suddenly here were yells everywhere, some bookshelves fell to the ground, people running all around, it was complete chaos! Then I see her, it was a woman with a white dress, floating in the air! She begun to yell and I fell to me knees, my head hurting like crazy.
When she stopped I just run outside, without looking back," Marshall stopped talking, he was ashamed of his action. "I knew there were people still inside, the police told me that here weren't any dead but some people were injured, and I leave them behind."
Ophelia put tried to keep a straight face but couldn't hide a little grimace, she wasn't good comforting people, but she could at least try, right? "Hey now, is- is ok, here's no way that you could had done anything to help them- No that you were useless or anything! But, er… You did what you could I'm sure." I'm very bad in this, was the only thing she could think.
"Listen what did the police, I mean with some many witness how they did react to the ghosts." She asked, desperately trying to change the subject.
"Oh? They didn't believe us of course, they thought it was someone doing a bad joke, and because nobody got kill, they just leave after helping some of the worse injures." He said, sighing sadly.
Ophelia frown a little. "Their skepticism can be a little annoying at times, but don't worry I will take care of that ghost!" She said with a reassuring smile, or what she hoped was a reassuring smile.
"I hope so, Miss Spengler, I really hope so, now, follow me, I will open the door."
Ok, this place is much more scarier inside, was the first thing that Ophelia thought after entering the library. The place was destroyed, bookshelves in the ground, books everywhere and the lights were out, yes, this place certainty looked haunted.
While walking, she begun to talk to herself to maintain the calm"Ok, ok, you can do this, you had study all about ghosts, you know the patterns, you aren't afraid of a simple library ghost," And could help a smirk when she thought of one last thing. "And you have the best toys, heh, yeah, a few shot with the AE-Pack and the ghost will be as scary as a little kid bed story." She said the last part while bringing the tool front her back.
The Anti-Ecto-Pack a.k.a. AE-Pack was Ophelia second best invention, well, it would be more precise to said that in was a collaboration work between her and her grandpa… oh, and his grandpa's friend too, after all, is base in the Proton Pack that they design years ago, years of studying ectoplasm lead Ophelia to create an opposite energy, this when enters in contact with a ghosts, 'destroy' part of the entity, if keep in contact too much the ghost would disperse, of course because they're beings of energy they would regenerate with time.
But the important thing is that after a few 'shoots' the ghost would be weakened enough to be easy to capture, well, that's the theory, of course no everything was perfect, the AE-Pack can't 'hold' a ghost like the Proton Pack was supposed to do, so the person shooting needs a very good aim, the creation of Anti-Ectoplasm is a very energy consuming process and even with nuclear power you can shot more than a few times before the tool begins to overheat, luckily that could be fixed when she gets access to ecto-energy, and the most important thing, never, ever, cross the beams.
After an hour of searching, more or less, Ophelia was begging to lose her patience.
"You know, for a ghost that causes so much chaos in daylight you sure are taking your time to appear." She muttered between her teeth.
"Come on, come on you stupid ghost, come out already!" Ophelia yelled in frustration, she has to capture this ghost or are her life work would be waste, of all the ghost she could encounter in her first time it have to be a stealthy one.
Her mental rant was interrupted by a voice with the local accent from behind her.
"You know little lady, you should yell like dat, ghost don't like it."
"AH!" Ophelia didn't think, she didn't stop to realize that the voice was of a young man, the moment she heard the voice she turn around a shot.
"Oh shit!" Was the only thing the person could say before been thrown backwards, flying a couple of meters.
It was after a few seconds later that Ophelia could calm down a little, and then she notice who she had shoot at.
It was a human, dark skin, bald, and quite muscular –his shirt don't have sleeves so she could see his muscles- the mask resembling a skull that covers his eyes and nose is a little weird –especially because it was painted in a 'Dia de Muertos' style- but without doubt he was a human.
She could only say one thing. "Oh shit."