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Monthly Paranormal Challenge for March.
You're a broke videographer. You are a realist, completely convinced that death is merely a cessation of consciousness. No soul, no afterlife. You know what's real. Rent is also real, and you've had to resort to taking work on a ghost hunting team. Your first gig: "A Haunted asylum," as one team member said to you in the meeting, and you had held back the laughter. But, what the hell, it pays. No one will see you, and these shows make money, and you're not wearing a monkey suit or starving. In the asylum, you go to work. It's empty, blackened, and you're just fine. But...something happens to you. Unexplained, and completey unbelievable. But, you believe now, don't you? You have to. It's followed you home. Let us in to understand what is different now. Winner is decided by likes, and will receive a crisp $10.00 -Tell us about what lives with you.
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with a blue dress

"How will I explain this?"

"Why must you?"

He can't argue with her logic, not really. He is his own man, owing justifications to not a single soul.

"Yeah, okay, so you have a bit of a point, but we don't live in a vacuum."

She raises an eyebrow, but he ignores it and keeps on. "I have parents who will wonder who I'm dating."

"You haven't seen your mom in three months, your step-father doesn't care, and your dad lives in Iowa."

He rolls his eyes.

"I never told you those things."

She smiles, and his heart flutters. He shivers, but his heart turns cartwheels. She has shared his living space for quite a while now, and he still hasn't gotten used to the things she simply seems to know. It's infuriating, endearing, terrifying, and arousing.

Some of the things she knows are downright biblical in their sweet sinfulness.

She floats across the hardwood of the living room and runs a finger along his jawline. She leans in and whispers, "Let me show you other things I know."

He does, and forgets all about explaining his new girlfriend to the parents.

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They met at work. He took a gig as a videographer for one of those idiotic reality shows that air on formerly respectable cable networks. This one specialized in sending in a handful of "regular people" to reportedly haunted places, where they had to spend a full 24 hours.

The crew isn't supposed to interact with the "talent," but the lady now in his house started flirting with him around three in the morning on the job. One thing lead to another, the shoot wrapped, and here they are.

He didn't find the "haunted" asylum particularly frightening. Honestly, he thought it was boring, except for the minor dramas that unfolded between the two efinitely not actors competing for who could behave like the biggest scared toolbag. He played along when he needed to, running down hallways and giving the producers plenty of shaky-cam footage to edit and play up. Every chance he got, he put his now-girlfriend on film, since she was easy on the eyes and didn't behave like an imbecile.

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His phone rings and it's the director from that stupid ghost show. He steps out of the bedroom so he doesn't wake her.

"Hello?"

"No, I did."

"No, I changed memory cards several times. I turned them all in."

"Uh huh."

"Nope, nope, I did, didn't you see?"

"What do you mean?"

"That's not possible."

"Gimme a break, man. I was there. It's all on tape."

"You have the tapes. Well, cards, whatever. The recordings."

"Bullshit, I shot all night."

"The girl in the blue dress, yeah, on my recordings."

"What?"

"I don't understand."

"How did you not see? We had conversations. Yeah, I know I'm not supposed to talk, but what am I supposed to do when I'm asked direct questions, man? I'm not a robot, and hell, you hired her. She's hot."

"Explain that."

"Well who hired her?"

"Never mind, that doesn't matter. No, look again, I don't know what to tell you. It's all recorded, I did my job."

He turns around, and she's standing right next to him, smiling that smile that does things to him.

"Listen man, I gotta go. I'd love to work for you again, but I'm not feeling the accusations. I specifically recorded the girl in blue most of the night, and she's standing right here with me now."

He hangs up, she kisses him, and he forgets all about the director saying there was no actress in a blue dress at the asylum.

He has never heard the word succubus and he never will.

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