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Sunday, October 17, 2004

As promised, here is a mostly full account of the other day...

I ended up in the hospital after being left near death by a customer who refused to pay. After skipping out on the bill and waiting on the bus, some weird guy came by, chasing a white rabbit with a black paw. Odd.

He then started talking to the air (which I found out later was a little girl...). The bunny started running away and he followed. As I had nothing better to do, I decided to follow for shits and giggles.

The bunny led us through the city for hours. Of COURSE it would start to snow and of COURSE I was in my "work" outfit and so freezing to death.

After a while, we ended up in the middle of an empty field with a nondescript building. Out of nowhere, an enourmous floating---I dont know what to call it, but it was all my bad experiences and fears rolled into one entity. It was about 7 feet with chains floating around it, the vague outline of a skeleton under a cloak, and a giant scythe. The three of us (by this time I could see the little girl too) started to run...the spectre (as I found out it was called) raised its weapon and killed the poor rabbit. Which oddly enough didn't die. It just dissapeared. After killing the rabbit, it looked at the three of us, sending shivers down our spines...and it too vanished.

We went into the building (and I gratefully thawed) where we were oddly enough expected...

The place we were at was Orpheus. A woman, Kate welcomed us and explained the buisiness to us. To sum it up, it is pretty much like Ghostbusters...only it isn't a movie. And it's employees are ghosts or have ghostly powers.

Apparently the guy (David) is a banshee, the little girl (who is really 30something, Angie) is a wisp, and *I* am a Poltergeist skimmer. That means that I can astral project and possess objects to do my bidding.

Um...cool? Who ever thought I'd ever amount to more than what I am now?

The missions we're sent out on pay really well, AND we get free room and board for it. This means that my days of being a prostitute are officially OVER.



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