Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160229022316/@comment-26852465-20160317161927

(If anything, I believe ghosts fear losing their incorporeal forms, or possibly He that possesses the Silph Scope.)

Her eyes peaked through her hair.. they seemed bloodshot. Immune to fear..? Without magic, how was such a thing possible? Before she could think on it any further...

"KYAAAAAA!!!" Velma had returned; a frying pan in hand. She conked the ghost over her head with it... suprisingly landing a hit. She went down without a sound, Velma huffing over her unconscious form. "Meanie... she's a cheater. When we played Spook'r.. she kept using spells to frighten me.." At that.. she took the key out of her hair. "So.. are you ready to face Miss Zabie?"

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"Living Doll...? Actually yeah.. once. This Necromancer tried setting up an Organized Crime ring here... n' in place of Zombies.. she'd use Living Dolls.. they're not as bad as the Undead.. since they all technically had an owner.." Abernathy kept searching the walls.. the light from the explosion was fading, and fast.

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On the opening street... there was nothing.

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The boy that was stuffed into the locker heard the new presence.. he did his best not to make a sound.. fearing the worst.