☆ First Haunting ☆
[There's a clatter over the phone lines, as one of the phones at 337 Brady Lane gets knocked off the hook when Phantasma's arm doesn't pass right through it. Well, that's weird!! Whatever! There's another series of loud crashes as she proceeds to run into basically everything in the room like a bull in a china shop, knocking lamps and picture frames over - though she doesn't make a connection. After all, it's the picture of some pink-skinned family, even if one of the girls kind of has hair like hers. Weird!
Not as weird as the phantom-resistant objects, though. Obviously, a wizard must have done this! HOW ELSE COULD THIS BE.]
Eee hee hee ha ha ha ha ha ha ha--!! Jeez, this place is a dump! D'ya think they could have less cobwebs, if they tried?! Aa ha ha ha ha ha-- dumb. There isn't even any dust! Hey! Hey, hey! Is this, like, hee hee hee hee hee-- like, what the Calloway Academy looks like? Never been there before, but it looks like somethin' those weirdos would like! Just wait 'til they meet Father, then they'll really know how to spook someone; aaa haa ha ha ha!!
Oh well! Whatever! Are we, eee hee hee ha ha ha-- we playing hide-and-go-shriek? So, like, does this mean I'm "it?" Great! I'll start counting down!
Five, four, three, two... um. This...
[There's sort of a long pause, as the small voice finally calms down, realizing that something definitely isn't right. After dozens of minutes of being in Mayfield, Phantasma is just now noticing that something feels different.]
Hey! Hey, hey, guys? Sibella, Tannis? Elsa, Winny? ... Miss Grimwood? Mister Shaggy? Scooby? I, I-- eh heh heh henh--, I, like, I don't think I wanna play this game anymore, guys!
M-my chest feels really weird! An' hot!! Don'cha think that sounds like a bad sign? Um, right? Guys?
This, this-- aa ha... ha-- this, like, this... this isn't funny anymore, guys.
Not as weird as the phantom-resistant objects, though. Obviously, a wizard must have done this! HOW ELSE COULD THIS BE.]
Eee hee hee ha ha ha ha ha ha ha--!! Jeez, this place is a dump! D'ya think they could have less cobwebs, if they tried?! Aa ha ha ha ha ha-- dumb. There isn't even any dust! Hey! Hey, hey! Is this, like, hee hee hee hee hee-- like, what the Calloway Academy looks like? Never been there before, but it looks like somethin' those weirdos would like! Just wait 'til they meet Father, then they'll really know how to spook someone; aaa haa ha ha ha!!
Oh well! Whatever! Are we, eee hee hee ha ha ha-- we playing hide-and-go-shriek? So, like, does this mean I'm "it?" Great! I'll start counting down!
Five, four, three, two... um. This...
[There's sort of a long pause, as the small voice finally calms down, realizing that something definitely isn't right. After dozens of minutes of being in Mayfield, Phantasma is just now noticing that something feels different.]
Hey! Hey, hey, guys? Sibella, Tannis? Elsa, Winny? ... Miss Grimwood? Mister Shaggy? Scooby? I, I-- eh heh heh henh--, I, like, I don't think I wanna play this game anymore, guys!
M-my chest feels really weird! An' hot!! Don'cha think that sounds like a bad sign? Um, right? Guys?
This, this-- aa ha... ha-- this, like, this... this isn't funny anymore, guys.