I've had a rough couple of days and personally, no amount of words could explain what has gone on in my life.
In Russia, a design for a nuclear weapon was due to launch and destroy China. This would cripple the world as China is one of the leading sources of trade. The Middle East would go to War with America. Russia would be at war with America, Britain and any of her previous colonies and any countries with nuclear weapons would be aiming at the other in a matter of minutes.
This was the great plan that Natalya Smirnov had stumbled upon during her investigation of a lone transmission beacon all those years ago. Her death was to silence any leak of this plot getting out and unfortunately for them, the world of the supernatural crushed the world of science...for once.
So Mr. Kozel, Natalya and myself struggled to get proof of this. If you could imagine, this involved a bit of a shoot out, on Mr. Kozel's part. I just stood there while Natalya told me to hide until it was all over. Finding proof wasn't hard, it was getting to it that posed a bit of a problem. Of course guards were crawling up the walls of the latest hide out, which Mr. Kozel managed to find once he met up with one of his Intelligence associates who had the level of access to get the files we needed. Surprisingly, many of Natalya's former co-workers had kept tabs on her disappearance and the reason why the whole damned thing was under lock down and walls of encryption was to hide their private investigation from their superiors. Well done I say.
Anyway, we had found out where this great place was, which was some back-ass town in Russia somewhere because apparently that's where top secret organisation blokes like to set up. Mr. Kozel and three others, who asked to keep their names out of this barged in and pretty much took on an undetermined amount of personnel. Lucky for them, there were more 'civilian' scientists than guards. They probably reckoned no one would catch on and they would require less guards. Arrogant bastards.
So now that was all over and done now, Natalya is still hanging around. She says she can feel the tug of the next life pulling on her which must be a strange sensation. She agrees. She's telling me that she wished she could help me more but she has never met another ghost so she doesn't have that much material to share. So in return for me helping her, she's agreed to stay with me until I can sought this thing out. I think she's just glad that she's figured it all out.
Me? I don't know how I feel. A accomplished? God Yes. Seriously lacking behind on school work? Tick. Ready for some 'talking' with the parental guardians? As ready as the dinosaurs were for the meteor.
Finally, apparently Intelligence got wind that I helped. They're not sure how and after what Mr. Kozel's probably told them, wanted to stay out of the whole ghosty-whosty business. Saying they'll leave it to me. However, they've payed me quite in impressive sum of money for getting down and dirty. So I guess I leave this case with a bank account and some explaining to do.
Wish Me Luck!
Selma Gideon - With one case under her belt.
Sunday, 26 August 2012
Sunday, 19 August 2012
Client 1: Compromised
The title seems a little melodramatic but I'm not joking. Some serious shit went down over the last couple of days and it's amazing that I actually found time to sit down and actually tell you stuff. I know that Natalya posted something but that is not going to be as informative as what I'm about to tell you.
Natalya and Mr Kozel are part of some Intelligence organization who's name will be disclosed because, we'll they're Intelligence after all. Yeah. Shit has officially hit the fan on my end. I think I am still in shock because any normal person would be trying to go AWOL at the moment. Then Natalya pulled this number of feeling guilty and saying that it was alright if I left and that she and Mr Kozel would do it themselves. She said that as long as he had his phone on him, she could communicate with him. Something to do with Electronic Voice Phenomenon (EVP). I think I need to watch a couple of Ghost Hunter episodes. Of course, that little guilt trip on her part convinced me to see this way through. I guess I'm one of those people, that sit there all weekend until I finish the television series. It isn't healthy, but the sense of achievement is always worth it.
So apparently, Natalya (Alive) was investigating a beacon that was the source of a transmission that was intercepted by Intelligence. Said location was the place we hiked to the other day. Whatever it was, she got killed for it. Mr Kozel, who is also part of this secret Intelligence group, was not 'on the case' as he told me and had no idea that she was even involved in it. Communication was seriously lacking in that department.
Our next move is up in the air at the moment. There is three of us, and two of us are either dead or underage. What a stellar situation we've found ourselves in. The only link we have with her killers is an abandoned building in the forest, Mr Kozel only has limited access to the Intelligence files and for all I know, there is a Missing Persons file on me back in Hong Kong.
I can't decide if getting involved in this big tangled mess of secret societies was how I wanted to spend my week. Unfortunately, there is no backing out now.
Selma Gideon
Natalya and Mr Kozel are part of some Intelligence organization who's name will be disclosed because, we'll they're Intelligence after all. Yeah. Shit has officially hit the fan on my end. I think I am still in shock because any normal person would be trying to go AWOL at the moment. Then Natalya pulled this number of feeling guilty and saying that it was alright if I left and that she and Mr Kozel would do it themselves. She said that as long as he had his phone on him, she could communicate with him. Something to do with Electronic Voice Phenomenon (EVP). I think I need to watch a couple of Ghost Hunter episodes. Of course, that little guilt trip on her part convinced me to see this way through. I guess I'm one of those people, that sit there all weekend until I finish the television series. It isn't healthy, but the sense of achievement is always worth it.
So apparently, Natalya (Alive) was investigating a beacon that was the source of a transmission that was intercepted by Intelligence. Said location was the place we hiked to the other day. Whatever it was, she got killed for it. Mr Kozel, who is also part of this secret Intelligence group, was not 'on the case' as he told me and had no idea that she was even involved in it. Communication was seriously lacking in that department.
Our next move is up in the air at the moment. There is three of us, and two of us are either dead or underage. What a stellar situation we've found ourselves in. The only link we have with her killers is an abandoned building in the forest, Mr Kozel only has limited access to the Intelligence files and for all I know, there is a Missing Persons file on me back in Hong Kong.
I can't decide if getting involved in this big tangled mess of secret societies was how I wanted to spend my week. Unfortunately, there is no backing out now.
Selma Gideon
Friday, 17 August 2012
Client 1: A Post From A Ghost
This is under the agreement between myself and Selma where I reveal certain aspects of the current investigation. We're currently in a disclosed location underground in Russia (Mr Kozel, Selma and myself) in an attempt to access files concerning the area where my last phone call was made. Our findings included the discovery of an abandoned safe house that was bare of any personal belongings. Mr Kozel spent the better part of this day retrieving any information concerning the area when we discovered that most of them have been put under Restricted Access by Intelligence. We will continue our efforts in understanding why my death has not only been confirmed but any details of my death is banned from public knowledge.
Apparently I must speak of more informal matters now. Recently we've abandoned my apartment for the safety of both Selma and Mr Kozel who has decided to stay in our company. He claims that there our others who may assist us in our search for the truth but I feel that if Intelligence is hiding my very existence from the world that there our people out there that I cannot trust, even the people I once considered friends. I worry for now for Mr Kozel and Selma. Mr Kozel, who is determined to let me go to rest, and Selma, who is just a child, and is putting herself in danger for me. The guilt is catching up with me. If she feels guilty of lying to her parents, then my guilt for pressuring her into doing this is ten fold.
My priorities are beginning to shift I believe. At first, I felt that finding what has happened to me will give release from this world. But never at the cost of another life. I would rather live a lonely existence as an omniscient memory of my former self rather than move on with another.
It all comes down to what we learn from these documents. All we know for sure is that what I knew prior to my death was enough to keep me silent permanently. This secret will come out, I have my faith in my companions. We will find you.
Natalya Smirnov
Apparently I must speak of more informal matters now. Recently we've abandoned my apartment for the safety of both Selma and Mr Kozel who has decided to stay in our company. He claims that there our others who may assist us in our search for the truth but I feel that if Intelligence is hiding my very existence from the world that there our people out there that I cannot trust, even the people I once considered friends. I worry for now for Mr Kozel and Selma. Mr Kozel, who is determined to let me go to rest, and Selma, who is just a child, and is putting herself in danger for me. The guilt is catching up with me. If she feels guilty of lying to her parents, then my guilt for pressuring her into doing this is ten fold.
My priorities are beginning to shift I believe. At first, I felt that finding what has happened to me will give release from this world. But never at the cost of another life. I would rather live a lonely existence as an omniscient memory of my former self rather than move on with another.
It all comes down to what we learn from these documents. All we know for sure is that what I knew prior to my death was enough to keep me silent permanently. This secret will come out, I have my faith in my companions. We will find you.
Natalya Smirnov
Wednesday, 15 August 2012
Client 1: The Last Signal
Yesterday was a turning point for me, or more the investigation. Mr. Kozel, who apparently works as a Real Estate Agent, knew where Natalya made her last phone call. Yeah, Real Estate Agent my ass. They're refusing to clue me in to their big secret which is going to come out sooner than later. It's all just a big patience game and I'm getting a little sick of playing it. They're currently in the next room, talking hush-hush without me. Well at least their admitting that they're NOT telling me something.
So, about yesterday. Mr. Kozel, Natalya and I we drove to Belaya Kholunitsa. Then we walked into the Russian wilderness for hours on end. Who's great idea was this? Oh, Team Kozel Natalya of course. So after who-knows-how-long, we arrived in the middle of nowhere. Then I found o
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So, about yesterday. Mr. Kozel, Natalya and I we drove to Belaya Kholunitsa. Then we walked into the Russian wilderness for hours on end. Who's great idea was this? Oh, Team Kozel Natalya of course. So after who-knows-how-long, we arrived in the middle of nowhere. Then I found o
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Tuesday, 14 August 2012
Client 1: First Contact From The Past
Just arrived back at the apartment after meeting with Natalya's contact who has agreed to let me include him here, although he agrees on the notion of 'who is going to read this anyway?' He introduced himself as Mr. Kozel after I asked if I could sit with him, (God bless that it was the lunch hour and there were people occupying seats) I started up what had to be one of the most awkward conversations I had ever being a participant in. It went somewhat along the lines of this:
"Hello, I'm Selma."
"Hello, Mr Kozel."
"I've been meaning to talk to you concerning the murder of Natalya Smirnov."
"I'm sorry?"
"Yeah, I just need some help with finding her murderer."
"What?"
"I'm looking for her murderer."
"Who are you?"
"Selma..."
"How old are you?"
"Why on Earth did I think this was a good idea?" *This was to myself*
"What are you talking about?"
"Alright, prepare yourself. Natalya's ghost has asked me to find her killer. She said that you might be able to help me...and therefore, her."
*A rather pregnant pause here*
"Prove it."
"You're buying this?"
I got her to tell him that we met in Florence many years ago after we were sent to tail a tradesman on suspicion of trafficking illegal weapons to South America.
Yes, that sounds about right. So anyway, Mr. Kozel was this close to spurting his coffee back at me but luckily his shock wore off and he was a little more attentive. I told him about Natalya coming to me after learning my identity as a 'insert ghost seer profession title of choice here' and she had asked me to try and trace back her murderer, and more importantly, her reason of death. Mr. Kozel seemed a little reluctant to share at this point which simply suggested that they were hiding something from me. I am really hoping this something isn't going to get me killed. I didn't question it and I'm not planning to. If I can get this over and done with minus any form of pain or flesh wounds, I will be a rather satisfied girl.
Great, Natalya's giving me looks after she just read the above. I've told her that whatever it is, she should just tell me. I mean, who am I going to tell? I can't even speak Russian.
So Mr. Kozel agreed to drop in tomorrow during the day as he is a part-timer. Isn't that strangely convenient? Well, will drop out and get some food because after clearing everything out, the kitchen is completely empty.
Selma Gideon
"Hello, I'm Selma."
"Hello, Mr Kozel."
"I've been meaning to talk to you concerning the murder of Natalya Smirnov."
"I'm sorry?"
"Yeah, I just need some help with finding her murderer."
"What?"
"I'm looking for her murderer."
"Who are you?"
"Selma..."
"How old are you?"
"Why on Earth did I think this was a good idea?" *This was to myself*
"What are you talking about?"
"Alright, prepare yourself. Natalya's ghost has asked me to find her killer. She said that you might be able to help me...and therefore, her."
*A rather pregnant pause here*
"Prove it."
"You're buying this?"
I got her to tell him that we met in Florence many years ago after we were sent to tail a tradesman on suspicion of trafficking illegal weapons to South America.
Yes, that sounds about right. So anyway, Mr. Kozel was this close to spurting his coffee back at me but luckily his shock wore off and he was a little more attentive. I told him about Natalya coming to me after learning my identity as a 'insert ghost seer profession title of choice here' and she had asked me to try and trace back her murderer, and more importantly, her reason of death. Mr. Kozel seemed a little reluctant to share at this point which simply suggested that they were hiding something from me. I am really hoping this something isn't going to get me killed. I didn't question it and I'm not planning to. If I can get this over and done with minus any form of pain or flesh wounds, I will be a rather satisfied girl.
Great, Natalya's giving me looks after she just read the above. I've told her that whatever it is, she should just tell me. I mean, who am I going to tell? I can't even speak Russian.
So Mr. Kozel agreed to drop in tomorrow during the day as he is a part-timer. Isn't that strangely convenient? Well, will drop out and get some food because after clearing everything out, the kitchen is completely empty.
Selma Gideon
Monday, 13 August 2012
Client 1: The Apartment
It's 5:30 in the morning in Kirov. Jet lag is a bitch and I can't tell if I am hungry, still tired or homesick. Everything has just caught up with me. I think I am insane and I need help. I checked my emails before I started typing today. My Uncle is asking where I am. I did not know how to reply. I just told him that something had come up and that I was safe. I hated every second of typing that email.
I lied. I lied and it hurt to do so. I told him that something had come up and that I was safe. But I'm not. I am in the middle of Russia and with a dead woman who wants me to help her find her killer. What is worse is that I'm scared that everything has gotten to my head. If I ask for help, then I'll be locked away forever, and if this is all real and that I can see ghosts...then what? What now?
So perhaps the only thing I can do is push forward. Natalya is brooding and mumbling behind me. She is still trying to move things around but she looks drained, even for a ghost. I really need to do some hard core Googling after all this because if this becomes an occupation, then I need to know what I'm dealing with.
I understand I haven't put up that bio thing yet on a separate website. Natalya doesn't really like the idea of me putting her background up on the internet but she's coming around. I mean, who would read this anyway?
We're going to contact a friend of Natalya's today. She says we can trust him and he will help us. Well, there is minute detail that is standing in our way of success. Natalya's giving me raised eyebrows. Perhaps the fact that he can see me but not her Ghost!
If you were solid, I would slap you.
Wise words from Natalya Smirnov. Well apparently she's got enough ghost energy to type. Well isn't that super? Hopefully we'll get somewhere today with her friend. He worked at the same place Natalya did. Thank God she remembers where that is.
I keep feeling like I'm going to doze off. I should get a couple more hours sleep before we (I) intercept potential asset.
Selma Gideon
I lied. I lied and it hurt to do so. I told him that something had come up and that I was safe. But I'm not. I am in the middle of Russia and with a dead woman who wants me to help her find her killer. What is worse is that I'm scared that everything has gotten to my head. If I ask for help, then I'll be locked away forever, and if this is all real and that I can see ghosts...then what? What now?
So perhaps the only thing I can do is push forward. Natalya is brooding and mumbling behind me. She is still trying to move things around but she looks drained, even for a ghost. I really need to do some hard core Googling after all this because if this becomes an occupation, then I need to know what I'm dealing with.
I understand I haven't put up that bio thing yet on a separate website. Natalya doesn't really like the idea of me putting her background up on the internet but she's coming around. I mean, who would read this anyway?
We're going to contact a friend of Natalya's today. She says we can trust him and he will help us. Well, there is minute detail that is standing in our way of success. Natalya's giving me raised eyebrows. Perhaps the fact that he can see me but not her Ghost!
If you were solid, I would slap you.
Wise words from Natalya Smirnov. Well apparently she's got enough ghost energy to type. Well isn't that super? Hopefully we'll get somewhere today with her friend. He worked at the same place Natalya did. Thank God she remembers where that is.
I keep feeling like I'm going to doze off. I should get a couple more hours sleep before we (I) intercept potential asset.
Selma Gideon
Sunday, 12 August 2012
Client 1: Kirov
We got in at some ungodly hour this morning. Well I did and for Ghost, it wasn't ungodly. She doesn't sleep, I've been traveling for the past 24 hours. Balanced relationship? I'll let you decide.
I'm exhausted and jet lagged. I'm in Natalya's apartment which, surprisingly, had been left untouched. I'm guessing her doing. Yes, I did.
Thanks for that Nat.
Going back to sleep now.
Selma Gideon.
I'm exhausted and jet lagged. I'm in Natalya's apartment which, surprisingly, had been left untouched. I'm guessing her doing. Yes, I did.
Thanks for that Nat.
Going back to sleep now.
Selma Gideon.
Client 1: Natalya Smirnov
You wouldn't believe where I am right now. Where to begin?
Firstly, dead Russian lady used her electrical manipulation powers to book me onto a 10 hour flight to Moscow. That's right, Moscow. As you can probably tell, that all happened pretty quickly because my apparent flight was at midnight and it was 9 something when she told me that she had come up with this brilliant plan. Lesson to all ye up and coming whatever-the-hell-I-am's, when a ghost asks to use your computer. SAY NO.
So my dear relatives were snoozing away, completely unaware of my leavings. I know many of you are thinking: Are you crazy? You're leaving the house because you're a slave to some figment of your imagination. That's pretty much been my conclusion to this whole situation and hopefully my family can afford a nice asylum for me to spend the rest of my days.
So moving on. The taxi drive there was me holding my switched-off phone to my ear and pretending to have a conversation with myself so I could get the details with Ghost. I learned some pretty interesting facts about the paranormal during that car ride, some which was pretty handy with what I was about to do.
Number 1. Phasing
As she is a manifestation of her 'soul' self, she doesn't have a physical body. This pretty much translates that she can walk through things, as well as levitate.
Number 2. Manipulation
She herself did not understand this completely but she has gained some understanding of this. Solid objects are apparently very difficult to move but she is able to manipulate electronics. Explains why my laptop keeps flickering.
Ghost has told me that she has not come in contact with any other supernatural entities which was a bit of a downer for both parties. For her, because she was pretty much alone in this, and for me, which shows that if she hasn't seen any others like her, the chance of me being completely off my trolley was extremely high.
Keeping the manipulation and phasing in mind, she booked my flight online using her own credit card details, mucked around with the self check-in machine at the Hong Kong International Airport so I got my boarding pass without a hassle, got through immigration even easier because I am a Hong Kong Resident with an ID and bolted like a madwoman towards my side of the terminal (which happened to be on the other side of the airport because Hong Kong likes having it's own airline as far away as possible). Once I was in the air, everything settled down. Well, besides the constant cursing of two, otherwise lovely, Ukrainian women who were trying to get the inflight entertainment up and running. Flipping through my passport was, to my surprise, a Russian tourist visa. I excused myself to the bathroom, having to step over the rather large lady without knocking orange juice all over her, and muttered for Ghost to follow me.
Natalya Smirnov was practically sitting through another living person, watching The Avengers, and was not particularly happy when I requested her presence. I pointed at the visa in my passport which she rolled her eyes.
"Once I found out who you were, I got everything arranged for you to come to Russia. It was so difficult trying to get the pen to copy a signature. Never again. Computers are so much easier. I found out where you lived, put in the visa and now you're not going to get deported," she said, or something along those lines. She did, what I assumed was the afterlife version of 'storming out' and left me with some polite knocking from a hostess, asking me if I was alright. Oh what a heart-to-heart that conversation would be if I was an honest kind of person.
10 hours later, we're in Moscow and it was a couple of degrees cooler than Hong Kong. Of course, I was prepared. Remember what I said about my honesty? It applies here as well. Thin ass coat, T-shirt and jeans. Well done Selma Gideon. You're an idiot. I mean, I love doing some background research on places I'm going to. I really do. If I had the time of course. Let's just say that ghosts can be very persuasive, especially when they threaten to haunt you for the rest of your life. My first experience with ghosts hasn't been all that super, I promise you.
So where am I now? I am on a train to Kirov, Natalya's hometown and hopefully, some clues of her apparent murder. I am planning to put her back story up on some free-ass website builder so stay tuned for that. Hopefully Natalya will give me a life story...irony at it's very best.
Selma Gideon
Firstly, dead Russian lady used her electrical manipulation powers to book me onto a 10 hour flight to Moscow. That's right, Moscow. As you can probably tell, that all happened pretty quickly because my apparent flight was at midnight and it was 9 something when she told me that she had come up with this brilliant plan. Lesson to all ye up and coming whatever-the-hell-I-am's, when a ghost asks to use your computer. SAY NO.
So my dear relatives were snoozing away, completely unaware of my leavings. I know many of you are thinking: Are you crazy? You're leaving the house because you're a slave to some figment of your imagination. That's pretty much been my conclusion to this whole situation and hopefully my family can afford a nice asylum for me to spend the rest of my days.
So moving on. The taxi drive there was me holding my switched-off phone to my ear and pretending to have a conversation with myself so I could get the details with Ghost. I learned some pretty interesting facts about the paranormal during that car ride, some which was pretty handy with what I was about to do.
Number 1. Phasing
As she is a manifestation of her 'soul' self, she doesn't have a physical body. This pretty much translates that she can walk through things, as well as levitate.
Number 2. Manipulation
She herself did not understand this completely but she has gained some understanding of this. Solid objects are apparently very difficult to move but she is able to manipulate electronics. Explains why my laptop keeps flickering.
Ghost has told me that she has not come in contact with any other supernatural entities which was a bit of a downer for both parties. For her, because she was pretty much alone in this, and for me, which shows that if she hasn't seen any others like her, the chance of me being completely off my trolley was extremely high.
Keeping the manipulation and phasing in mind, she booked my flight online using her own credit card details, mucked around with the self check-in machine at the Hong Kong International Airport so I got my boarding pass without a hassle, got through immigration even easier because I am a Hong Kong Resident with an ID and bolted like a madwoman towards my side of the terminal (which happened to be on the other side of the airport because Hong Kong likes having it's own airline as far away as possible). Once I was in the air, everything settled down. Well, besides the constant cursing of two, otherwise lovely, Ukrainian women who were trying to get the inflight entertainment up and running. Flipping through my passport was, to my surprise, a Russian tourist visa. I excused myself to the bathroom, having to step over the rather large lady without knocking orange juice all over her, and muttered for Ghost to follow me.
Natalya Smirnov was practically sitting through another living person, watching The Avengers, and was not particularly happy when I requested her presence. I pointed at the visa in my passport which she rolled her eyes.
"Once I found out who you were, I got everything arranged for you to come to Russia. It was so difficult trying to get the pen to copy a signature. Never again. Computers are so much easier. I found out where you lived, put in the visa and now you're not going to get deported," she said, or something along those lines. She did, what I assumed was the afterlife version of 'storming out' and left me with some polite knocking from a hostess, asking me if I was alright. Oh what a heart-to-heart that conversation would be if I was an honest kind of person.
10 hours later, we're in Moscow and it was a couple of degrees cooler than Hong Kong. Of course, I was prepared. Remember what I said about my honesty? It applies here as well. Thin ass coat, T-shirt and jeans. Well done Selma Gideon. You're an idiot. I mean, I love doing some background research on places I'm going to. I really do. If I had the time of course. Let's just say that ghosts can be very persuasive, especially when they threaten to haunt you for the rest of your life. My first experience with ghosts hasn't been all that super, I promise you.
So where am I now? I am on a train to Kirov, Natalya's hometown and hopefully, some clues of her apparent murder. I am planning to put her back story up on some free-ass website builder so stay tuned for that. Hopefully Natalya will give me a life story...irony at it's very best.
Selma Gideon
Saturday, 11 August 2012
An Informal Introduction
The noise outside my apartment is astounding, although this is a fact not completely unheard of in the busy international city of Hong Kong. Working without wanting to take a peak through the blinds to see what the commotion is all about is becoming a slight bother, especially when yelling is in both English and Cantonese. Never mind that, perhaps I should just plug in the headphones and crank up the music. Unfortunately my normal headphones had died a slow, miserable death, leaving me to resort to the absolutely shit ones that Apple supplies. Quality? Non-existent.
So perhaps you're wondering what you're doing here. Did you get sent here by a friend (online or physical) or maybe you were just cruising the net and stumbled upon this post and read it out of pure boredom. Whatever the case is, I hope you don't feel like you've wasted your time.
On to the more 'interesting' stuff. My name is Selma Gideon. I'm 16 and live in Hong Kong, China. I live with my Uncle and Aunt after an 'incident' occurred back in Australia, where the rest of my family is. Were you able to handle that level of interesting? If so, keep reading.
For some god forsaken reason, I've been landed with the great ability to see our dearly departed (Ds) which somehow translated into me being the one to do the physical stuff they can't seem to do anymore. Still with me ladies and gentlemen?
Perhaps the how is a lot more important with the 'what now' and quite honestly, I am still a little fuzzy on the details myself. Let's just say that it doesn't involve a mutated X gene or a paddle in a vat of toxic waste. And please no inquiries about extra-terrestrial origins either. I'm human, which pretty much sucks. Why? Because with this thing I've got, I'm expected to pull off great feats like traveling around the world and talking to people who don't want to talk to me.
Alright, I'm exaggerating a little. I only received my first contact today. Some hardass called Natalya Smirnov from Russia. She just waltzed into my Biology classroom the other day and sit on the side bench until class was over. During said class, she began mumbling about the wonderful things she would rather do than wait for me.
Well lady, in the real world, we don't wait for the dead.
So anyway, she cornered me in the bathroom (just the bathroom, she did have the manners not to start up a conversation in the stall) and introduced herself as an individual requesting my specialties. Keep in mind, I had no idea I could see dead, nor did I believe that even existed. So I called bullshit and backed out.
Bitch followed me home. That she did.
And she's now sitting on my bed, grumbling in Russian about my incompetence. I asked her if there was anyone else she could talk to.
"I wouldn't be here if there was," she said. Well isn't that perfect. Me, the useless Ghost Whisperer stuck with Miss Hi-I-Am-Dead-And-I-Need-You-To-Come-Back-To-Russia-With-Me-Because-I-Got-My-Ass-Killed-And-I-Have-Important-Shit-To-Do-And-Only-You-Can-See-Me.
What next, some lady dies and she was the sole carer for her child. I am not babysitting for an undetermined amount of time solo at 16.
I should leave now before Russia uses her ghost powers and destroys my computer. Did I mention that?
Welcome to Hell
So perhaps you're wondering what you're doing here. Did you get sent here by a friend (online or physical) or maybe you were just cruising the net and stumbled upon this post and read it out of pure boredom. Whatever the case is, I hope you don't feel like you've wasted your time.
On to the more 'interesting' stuff. My name is Selma Gideon. I'm 16 and live in Hong Kong, China. I live with my Uncle and Aunt after an 'incident' occurred back in Australia, where the rest of my family is. Were you able to handle that level of interesting? If so, keep reading.
For some god forsaken reason, I've been landed with the great ability to see our dearly departed (Ds) which somehow translated into me being the one to do the physical stuff they can't seem to do anymore. Still with me ladies and gentlemen?
Perhaps the how is a lot more important with the 'what now' and quite honestly, I am still a little fuzzy on the details myself. Let's just say that it doesn't involve a mutated X gene or a paddle in a vat of toxic waste. And please no inquiries about extra-terrestrial origins either. I'm human, which pretty much sucks. Why? Because with this thing I've got, I'm expected to pull off great feats like traveling around the world and talking to people who don't want to talk to me.
Alright, I'm exaggerating a little. I only received my first contact today. Some hardass called Natalya Smirnov from Russia. She just waltzed into my Biology classroom the other day and sit on the side bench until class was over. During said class, she began mumbling about the wonderful things she would rather do than wait for me.
Well lady, in the real world, we don't wait for the dead.
So anyway, she cornered me in the bathroom (just the bathroom, she did have the manners not to start up a conversation in the stall) and introduced herself as an individual requesting my specialties. Keep in mind, I had no idea I could see dead, nor did I believe that even existed. So I called bullshit and backed out.
Bitch followed me home. That she did.
And she's now sitting on my bed, grumbling in Russian about my incompetence. I asked her if there was anyone else she could talk to.
"I wouldn't be here if there was," she said. Well isn't that perfect. Me, the useless Ghost Whisperer stuck with Miss Hi-I-Am-Dead-And-I-Need-You-To-Come-Back-To-Russia-With-Me-Because-I-Got-My-Ass-Killed-And-I-Have-Important-Shit-To-Do-And-Only-You-Can-See-Me.
What next, some lady dies and she was the sole carer for her child. I am not babysitting for an undetermined amount of time solo at 16.
I should leave now before Russia uses her ghost powers and destroys my computer. Did I mention that?
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