Beetlejuice96

Ooky Spooky

A pain acked in Evie's chest upon hearing the story from one of the sources. This poor mother, trying everything to keep her family together only to lose her son as well. Truly alone in the world without anyone else.

"The strange happenings in the house, what were they exactly? Did you set up anything to record them? Evidence of any kind?" She inquired. Perhaps she had footage of the mysterious man which could help further the investigation.

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Evie blinked at the coldness in the woman's voice. How could such bitterness come from such a grieving mother? What had this man done to receive such hatred for justice? Was he really a murderer as she claimed? So many questions buzzed around Evie's mind, bees around their nest.

"No, I'm fine, thank you." She replied as she sat across from her and placed a recording device on the coffee table. "Mrs. Renolds, I understand that this will be a difficult subject, but if you can recall anything you may have left out from that night perhaps it will help me find the man who did this." She said.

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"It is, but I want to uncover the mystery behind who the man who performed the exorcism is and what happened that day. I...I'm so sorry for your loss. I can't imagine how you must have felt." Evie replied, speaking the truth. She glanced behind her as another feeling of being watched washed over her.

"May I come in?" She asked, remembering to be polite. She didn't want to rush the woman, but she didn't want to stay out here any longer. Not with whatever was watching her out there.

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"Mrs. Renolds? I'm Evangeline Williams with The Beacon Press. I was hoping the two of us could talk about what happened a year ago." Evie replied. Poor woman. She's still devastated even after all this time. Hopefully she won't shut me out.

"I understand if this is a bad time for you, I only wanted to ask a few questions."

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In the words of our favorite perverted bio exorcist, "IT'S SHOWTIME!!!

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Evie had triple checked the address of where the supposed exorcism had taken place before heading over, hoping Barbara was at least home and willing to answer some questions. She looked around the outside of the modest home, taking note of how such an innocent scene hid a dark fate for a boy. She walked up to the door and politely knocked.

"Mrs. Renolds?" She called out, hoping she'd hear. Despite the slightly warm weather, Evie felt cold around her though there wasn't any breeze around. She glanced behind her as a shiver crawled down her spine. No one else was around her, but she swore she felt eyes staring at her, observing. She shook her head before knocking again.

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Evie stood there in shock as he yelled, packed, and stormed off. Pain, disbelief, and anger raged through her mind. Screw around writing for Joe? Not going anywhere? Just leaving her instead of supporting her? She slunk into the cushions of the couch, swallowing the lump in her throat as her eyes stung against tears. A sniffle escaped her as she grabbed her phone. Her thumb hovered over the call symbol to her mother's number.

Her mother disapproved of her becoming a journalist, having wanted her to go into fashion, singing, or anything else really. Calling her about the opportunity would only give her ammunition to prove she was right. Her father wasn't much help, seeing as he didn't have much of a voice if her mother could help with that. She sighed softly before putting the phone away, glancing at the blurred image. "Who are you?"

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The light in her eyes dimmed, smile faltering at his outburst. "I...I thought you'd be happy for me. After all this time, my dream is finally coming true and you're upset about it?" She stood up, trying to stop his pacing.

"Look, I know that work has been stressful for both of us, but this is the one to put my name out there as a journalist. Mr. Chambers is counting on me, I can't let him down or I'll never get another chance of being a journalist." She said, placing a hand on his arm.

"Please, just...see the potential I see in this."

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"Mr. Chambers finally gave me something to report! It's a real story; no more fashion or advice articles! This is my big break!" Evie exclaimed, practically beaming with joy. She scooted his legs away so she could sit beside him. "It's a mysterious one two, only a few leads and a picture of a guy with supposedly no mouth. Probably just because the picture is all blurred." She ranted as she pulled out the case.

It was clear she was enthusiastic about it all, lured in by the intriguing mystery surrounding the picture and article clippings. Who was this guy? Did he really kill that poor boy? Where was he now?

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Evie stopped upon seeing the hand, the hand which spelled possible doom for reporters. Hell, they had lost five in the past two weeks because of their stories. She nervously bit her lip as she waited for the hammer to fall. She blinked in surprise when he gave it to her. He...let her have it?

A wide smile appeared as she stood up. "Thank you so much, Mr. Chambers. I promise I won't let you down." She chirped happily before heading towards the door to get started. She stopped, looking back at her boss. "And I won't take anything off your desk unless you say so." She added before leaving.

"Damien? I'm home!" Evie called out as she entered their apartment. "You'll never believe what happened at work!"