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Light raindrops patter against Michelle’s face as she looks up at the normal-looking house she had been called to, the dim light of the lamps lining the road of this peaceful little neighborhood making the dark circles under her eyes seem more prominent.

She already knew the history of this house, having done her research beforehand—a ghost had been haunting this place since the early 1900’s, not really causing a fuss unless one of the upstairs bedrooms was messed with. Every new owner was warned to not mess with that room and that the spirit of this place only tolerated non-permanent decorations put in the room. It seemed like a simple enough rule to Michelle, but apparently not simple enough for those who still tried to renovate the room.

The cigarette that hangs loosely from her lips glows and crackles as she takes a lazy drag, the smoke exhaled with a deep sigh before she enters the home to do her job as an exorcist, though she viewed herself as more like an animal handler, sometimes even a therapist to the spirits stuck in the land of the living.

She was going to get to the bottom of why you didn’t like that one particular room being messed with and maybe help you move on into the light if being here distressed you so much.

She gingerly steps around the shattered glass from broken picture frames that were a victim of your rage until she reaches what she guesses is the room you were so damn protective over. She runs a hand through her shaggy hair before gently rapping on the closed door, her eyes looking as tired as her voice sounds.

“Hey,” she calls out, sounding like a mother exhausted after a long day of dealing with unruly children, “can we talk? I’m not here to do anything to your room, promise, but you’ve gotten so bad they called me down here to exorcize you, and I don’t really wanna do that.”