Mysterious Monday: Hauntings

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Hello, everyone! I’m sherlockian_syn and this week is full of spooky themes! Today's theme is hauntings. Prompts can be anything regarding ghosts, haunted houses, or things of that nature. Have fun!

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Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

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+ Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes (+/ any), Sherlock can speak to the dead
+ Marvel Cinematic Universe, ensemble, paranormal investigation team AU
+ Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Rodney didn't believe in ghosts until he met John

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Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes (+/ any), Sherlock can speak to the dead

Fill:

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Sgt Donovan came out of the room trying hard not to laugh.

Lestrade saw her and demanded, “Go on, what’s so funny?”

“Well, you know the way his highness always talks to the corpse, and then appears to listen to a reply?” Sally said. Lestrade nodded. “This time, the corpse appears to have disagreed.”

“What!”

“Sally’s right,” John Watson said, having followed her out. “Sherlock did his usual full on deduction, paused, and then it was as if the corpse told him he was wrong. So basically Sherlock is telling the body how it was killed, and the body is arguing back.”

At that moment, Sherlock came out of the room. “I may have missed one small fact,” he admitted, “so this is what I now think happened.”

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, ensemble, paranormal investigation team AU

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Rodney didn't believe in ghosts until he met John

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Astro, Lee Dongmin | Cha Eunwoo/Park Minhyuk | Rocky, they are paired together to go into a "haunted" house while filming a variety show

Fill

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Dongmin cleared his throat and reached into his jacket, pulled out his notebook. “This facility was closed in 1995 after the owner abandoned it. Many of his patients died under mysterious circumstances. People suspect that the owner was mentally ill himself and also that he was responsible for some of the patients’ deaths.”

In addition to his notebook, he had a small handheld camera to film his and Minhyuk’s progress in the abandoned Gonjiam Psychiatric Hospital. There was a bigger camera crew filming their approach to the side gate, and more staff stationed inside to film them as they explored. Dongmin suspected that some staff might also be rigging things up to scare them, and he was bracing himself for jump scares or loud sounds.

Minhyuk nodded. He said, “I’ve heard salt repels ghosts.”

“Why salt?” Dongmin glanced at him.

Minhyuk shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe because it can be used to purify things?”

Dongmin considered. “That’s true.”

Minhyuk reached into his jacket and drew out the salt shaker from the dorm kitchen. “I’ll protect us.”

Anyone else on the team would have laughed, but Dongmin softened at Minhyuk’s earnest expression. Dongmin knew that Minhyuk knew that Dongmin studied hard and prepared hard because it made him feel less nervous, that Dongmin was easily frightened in dark and scary places. Dongmin was confident about things Minhyuk wasn’t confident about - being handsome, charming, popular with fans, cute, good at school. But Minhyuk was brave and unafraid of dark places, of high places.

They reached the side gate and paused. Dongmin took a deep breath, looked up at the tall, moldy walls, the broken windows, the shadows beyond.

“Ready?” Minhyuk asked.

Dongmin started to nod, then shook his head.

Minhyuk tucked the salt away, then said, “Here, I’ll hold the camera.”

“Are you sure?” Dongmin darted a glance at the staff. They’d given him the handheld camera for a reason.

Minhyuk nodded, so Dongmin passed it over. Minhyuk made sure he had a firm grip on it, and then he held out his other hand.

“Do you want my notebook too?”

“No,” Minhyuk said. “So you can squeeze when you get scared.”

Dongmin blushed, but he curled his hand through Minhyuk’s, and together they headed through the gate.

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Any, any, How To Make Friends with a Ghost (Rebecca Green)

Filled: Astro, Eunwoo + Rocky, gen, major character death

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/26835892/chapters/65831137

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Any, any teenage characters, "I dare you to spend the night in the old ____ house."

MCU Avengers High School AU, bit of Stony pre-slash 1/2

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The five of them stood in front of the towering iron gate, gazing in awe at the old Stark mansion up on the hill.

“So, what’s the bet again?” Natasha asked, snapping her gum.

“I dared Steve to spend a night in the old Stark mansion. There was no bet though, because he’s going to chicken out,” Thor replied, voice booming.

Steve glared in Thor’s direction. “I never said I wouldn’t do it. It’s just, you know, trespassing. Which is against the law. Chad.”

“Don’t call me that. I’m going by Thor now.” He folded his bulky arms in front of his chest.

“I could get us inside easy,” Clint muttered.

Bruce rolled his eyes. “Just because you can doesn’t mean you should. Steve’s right, this is private property. Also, what’s the big deal about spending the night here? It’s just a big house.”

“Haven’t you heard? It’s haunted, Bruce.” Natasha grinned at him and Bruce looked away, blushing.

“It doesn’t matter, because we’re not doing it. I don’t want to get in trouble.” Steve added, an air of finality in his voice.

“See? Chicken.” Thor laughed and punched Steve in the arm.

Bruce pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Who exactly is supposed to haunt this place?”

“Elijah Stark.”

All of them jumped, because none of them had been the one to answer the question.

“Who’s there?” Clint asked, standing in front of Natasha to shield her from any potential danger.

“His grandson,” the voice answered.

Natasha shoved Clint out of the way. “It’s just Tony Stark.”

Tony approached the group, the gravel crunching beneath his feet.

“What are you guys doing here?”

“None of your business,” Thor answered immediately.

Tony tilted his head to the side. “It is a little bit my business, since I technically own the property.”

“That’s not possible. You’re a minor, just like the rest of us,” Bruce protested.

“It’s called a trust fund, Banner. It will be mine...eventually.”

“Look,” Steve began, “We’re not looking for trouble. If you want us to go, we can go -”

“What’s the bet?” Tony interrupted.

“Wait, what?” Steve asked, suddenly confused.

“What’s the bet? I imagine someone has to spend the night up there. Probably for a cash prize. Or something a little more fun.”

Tony grinned, and Steve felt his heart stutter, which was kind of weird.

“Once again,” Thor yelled, “there is no bet because Steve -”

“No, I’m NOT a chicken, Tony could literally press charges on us for trespassing -”

“I’ll let you in.”

The group of them stood there, stunned. Natasha broke the silence.

“What?”


Tony shrugged. “I can let you in. I don’t care.”

“I can let us in too, what’s your point?” Clint said, smirking.

“If I let you in, it’s not against the law. I say that works out for Steve over here. That is, if he wants to prove he’s not a chicken.”

Tony smiled slyly and Steve couldn’t look away.

“S-Sure.” Steve finally answered.

“YES!” Thor shouted. “This is so awesome.”

“There’s a catch, though.”

Everyone groaned.

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Stargate Multiverse, Any, The Ghost Map (Steven Johnson)

Fill: plus SPN

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“It’s a ghost map,” McNeill said.

Rodney took a deep breath. “It was written in invisible ink, by the equivalent of an Ancient twelve-year-old making a scavenger hunt. It is not a ghost map.”

Winchester the Tall tapped the meter on the desk beside the carefully-preserved map, which Dr. Peace had prepared and provided for him. She was hovering behind Winchester the Short (who really wasn’t that short) and watching Rodney closely, so he pulled on a pair of gloves and held the tongs she’d provided before handling the map.

Why AR-6 was looming in the lab, Rodney didn’t know. They’d delivered the map to Dr. Peace hours ago. Didn’t they have AARs to write or things to shoot or food to eat or...something?

“The map is haunted, though,” Winchester the Tall said.

“I said, it was written in invisible ink, which Dr. Saxton has carefully neutralized without damaging the integrity of the map material,” Rodney said, and was impressed with his own patience. Teyla would have been impressed with him too.

“Doc,” Winchester the Short said, and picked up the meter, shook it under Rodney’s nose.

Right. The ghost meter. It was made out of an old Walkman, which was actually kind of cool and retro-looking and represented a certain engineering genius that Rodney might not have expected out of Winchester the Short, not that Rodney would ever admit it.

The needle on the meter kept spiking, which Rodney knew meant something was haunted, or at least had the energy signal that the Winchesters and their kind called a restless spirit attached to it.

“So...to get rid of the spirit we need to...set the map on fire?” Rodney asked.

Dr. Peace made a strangled noise. One of the members of AR-6 put a gentle hand on her shoulder, and she stilled.

Winchester the Tall said, “No. We have to find out who owned the map and burn the last of their remains.”

“But now that you’ve neutralized the invisible ink, we can read the map,” Winchester the Short said. “What does it lead to? Buried treasure?”

“Hopefully to the person we need to salt and burn,” Winchester the Tall said.

“What if it leads to more ghosts?” McNeill asked.

Rodney darted a glance over his shoulder, then leaned down, yanked open the lowest drawer in his workbench, fished out the wrapped box he’d been keeping. “Here,” he said. “This is quieter and more efficient than your shotguns, and unlike shotguns, rocksalt won’t make it rust. I based it off of Ronon’s blaster pistol.”

He set the box on the benchtop and unwrapped it.

Winchester the Short smiled dreamily. “She’s beautiful. I think I’m gonna name her -”

“Vera?” Winchester the Tall asked, unimpressed.

Radek came skittering into the lab. “Wait! My design is superior.”

Rodney crossed his arms over his chest. “Do tell.”

Winchester the Tall said, “Is that a bazooka?”

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Prodigal Son, Any, A Head Full of Ghosts (Paul Tremblay)

fill

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Title: A Tremendous Thing
author: cornerofmadness

Summary: Malcolm gets a surprise visit that brightens his day.

Find the story here. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/28377660)

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Stargate Multiverse, Any,

I got out of bed today, staring at a ghost
Who forgot to float away
Didn't have all that much to say
Wouldn't even tell me his own name
(Wintersleep)

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Any, Any,

Yesterday, upon the stair
I met a man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
I wish, I wish he'd go away...
(Hughes Mearns)

Not a fill

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

but this always reminds me of Velvet Goldmine

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The Untamed, Wei Wuxian +/ Lan Wangji, Casper (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Casper_(film)) AU (1995 movie)

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MI-5|Spooks, Adam Carter/Lucas North (+ Wes Carter), their new dream home is haunted

Fill:

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Adam whistled cheerfully as he unpacked the basics in the kitchen of their new house. It had seemed absolutely perfect when they’d found it, and amazingly, at a price they could afford. Suddenly he heard a yell from upstairs. He was out of the kitchen and up the stairs as fast as he could run.

He saw Lucas standing by the open door of the room they had designated a temporary box room, where they would store all their belongings they hadn’t got round to sorting.

“Oh no!” Lucas was saying. He was clearly shaken. “What do you want with us?”

Suddenly, some of the boxes that had been put into the room came flying out. Initially, Adam thought Wes was responsible, but then he realised he was next to Lucas.

Adam went to join them and looked into the room. “There’s no-one there,” he said.

“Yes, there is,” Wes replied. “There’s a ghost.”

“Two ghosts, actually,” Lucas said.

“Where?” Wes stood on his toes trying to see. “Oh yes, I can see the second one waving.” He waved back.

“As I said,” Lucas appeared to be addressing the ghost. “What do you want?”

There was a silence, in which Adam assumed the ghost answered, since both Lucas and Wes seemed to be listening.

“We can’t really do a nursery, or playroom,” Lucas said.

“I could use it for electronic games,” Wes suggested.

“I don’t think that’s what they were thinking of,” Lucas replied. “And anyway, you know we don’t want you spending every minute of the day on gaming.”

“I could draw in there. And you were talking about doing some drawing, and Dad wanted to paint.”

“That might work. Would that be all right?” The last question was addressed to whatever was in the room.

Apparently it would, because Lucas then said, “Actually, having somewhere we can do crafts and such like isn’t a bad idea. It will probably help us all to relax. Are we all agreed?”

Adam shrugged. If Lucas and Wes were happy, he saw no reason to argue. And then to his surprise, he saw a marker pen, which must have fallen out of one of the boxes, move, and a happy smiley face appeared on the side of a box. No doubt he would get use to the unexpected additional residents over time.

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Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne +/ any, offworld mission through a haunted forest

Fill: Evan Lorne/David Parrish + OCs

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It was the wind Evan didn’t like. It wasn’t strong, but it was persistent, moving through the bare tree limbs and making them creak and groan. Sometimes it almost sounded like a human voice, a low, long cry of despair.

“This is an old-growth forest,” David said, his usual exuberance tamped down, and his voice hushed. “There are less than twenty percent of them left on Earth.”

“Tree hugger,” Tanner murmured.

Evan glanced back and glared at him, but David was more than capable to speaking for himself.

“Conservationist,” David corrected. “I don’t chain myself to trees or put sugar in gas tanks of at logging sites.”

“Stay focused, people.”

Initial readings generated by one of the new airborne drone MALPs had indicated there were no settlements on the planet, though most of it was covered by the forest. There were no energy readings, either, which was why Colonel Sheppard’s team hadn’t taken the mission.

The wind blew around them, sending up its mournful lament, and the hairs on the back of Evan’s neck rose. The light was dim, twilight time his Gram called it, and the sad-sounding wind had a bit of a chill in it. Autumn temps with the leafless trees one would expect to find in January.

“Interesting that there don’t seem to be any sempervirens,” David said. “Evergreen trees. I would’ve expected to see at least one type here.”

“Is that indicative of anything?” Fullwood asked. Unlike Tanner, she didn’t object to having a Botanist along from time to time if the mission warranted it.

“I’ll take some soil samples,” David replied. “But it could be as simple as the Ancients not seeding this planet with a variety of evergreen and deciduous trees.”

“One big creepy garden,” Tanner muttered.

Something sizeable darted through the trees in Evan’s periphery, and he held up his fist. Everyone stopped and Tanner and Fullwood did slow sweeps with the lights mounted to their P90s.

“You see something, sir?”

“Not sure,” Evan admitted.

All around them the trees creaked and groaned, bare wood rubbing against bare wood and sounding a little like whispers.

“I’ve got nothing,” Tanner said.

“Same,” Fullwood reported.

Evan nodded. He didn’t or hear anything that indicated any other life forms near them, though he was certain there had to be insects and small animals living in the forest. Maybe they were all hibernating.

“Get your samples, Doc,” Evan said.

He kept watch with Fullwood and Tanner while David opened his case and started collecting soil samples, tree bark, and baggies full of leaf litter. He made notes, took pictures, and labeled each sample with a steady hand. There were no green and growing things to take back to Atlantis this time.

The wind blew, and this time Evan swore he heard a word carried along on it, a name said on one long exhale with the vowels drawn out.

Bluebell

“What the fuck, sir?” Tanner asked.

Evan shared a wide-eyed look with David, the only member of the team who was aware of Evan’s rather unusual middle name.

“Pack it up, Doc. Tanner, Fullwood, prepare for retreat.”

No-one argued, and David repacked his botany case in record time. The creepy forest was getting to all of them. Maybe they’d come back when the planet had cycled back around to spring-like temps, and the forest wouldn’t seem so intimidating when there were leaves on all the trees. Maybe.

The hike back to the Gate, which was in a small clearing, took twice as long. They had to keep stopping because there was more almost-seen movement through the trees, shadows that never coalesced into something identifiable.

“I’m not coming back here without a team of ghost hunters, sir,” Tanner said. “This place is creepy as fuck.”

“Seconded,” Fullwood added.

Just before they stepped through the Gate and back into Atlantis, Evan swore he heard it again, the wind carrying the breathless sound across the clearing.

Bluebell

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Weiss Kreuz, any Weiss, Flowers For a Ghost (Thriving Ivory)

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Any, any, and you won't give up the search for the ghosts in the halls (Building a Mystery - Sarah McLachlan)

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Stargate Atlantis, Any,

Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away
(Men At Work)

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Sapphire and Steel, Sapphire+Steel, Fixing the time anomaly that causes ghosts would break this old woman's heart.

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Lucifer, Trixie Espinoza+Mazikeen, Maze can tell some incredible horror stories...but she doesn't know any ghost stories

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Lucifer, Lucifer Morningstar+Any (or ensemble), A ghost hunting group wants to spend some time in Lux because of its history. They turn up something unexpected.

Yay! This Week Sounds Awesome!

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Any, any, We passed upon the stair / We spoke of was and when / Although I wasn't there / He said I was his friend / Which came as a surprise / I spoke into his eyes / I thought you died alone / A long, long time ago (David Bowie)

Fill 1/2: Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett + OC (Paranormal Task Force 'verse)

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When Steve was fifteen, he and his mother were in a car accident.

They’d been driving up the H2 toward Hale’iwa Ali’i Beach for the Hawaiian Pro surfing competition. Steve wasn’t competing, at least not that year, but he’d been on extra good behavior so he could go and spectate.

The weather had been great, Steve and his mom had been talking about plans for Thanksgiving, and then some jerk tried to pass when there was oncoming traffic. The moment would forever be a blur to Steve – his mother cursing, the squeal of tires, the sickening jolt as they were hit, the disorientation as the car rolled.

The next thing he knew, he was standing near the crumpled remains of the car. He could see his mother hanging from her seatbelt, her bloody face distorted by the shattered windshield.

“Mom? Mom!”

He tried to get to her, tried to help her, but he couldn’t. His hands kept sliding off the door, not quite making contact. Steve could see, because the glass in the driver’s side window was completely gone, that his mom’s eyes were open. But empty. Horribly empty.

“Mom! Please!”

Steve ran around to the other side of the car and stopped short. Because he was still inside the car. Except he was also outside the car.

In-the-car Steve looked pretty banged up and bloody, but he might’ve still been breathing. Not like Mom. Mom wasn’t breathing. Mom wasn’t breathing.

“Help! Someone, please help!”

Steve screamed, but he couldn’t tell if anyone heard. Or if anyone was even there. Everything around the car was hazy and indistinct, sounds muffled.

And then the car was suddenly farther away than it had been just a second ago, and Steve couldn’t get any closer to it no matter what he did.

“Mom!”

Father away again, and now Steve could see a light, shimmering in midair like some kind of mystical doorway. And he understood. He was dying over there in the car, next to his mother. The light must be the one people with near-death experiences always claimed they saw. Steve had never believed in that.

He didn’t want to die.

Steve wasn’t ready to go. There was so much he still wanted to do with his life. And he couldn’t leave Dad on his own, not like this.

He planted his feet and curled his hands into fists.

“No!”

Steve got closer to the car, the movement jerky. He clenched his jaw.

“No!”

The car jerked closer again, and the light dimmed.

It was his choice, and he chose to stay. He wasn’t leaving his body. He wasn’t leaving his life. Steve knew he was crying, even if he couldn’t feel the tears.

“I’m sorry, Mom. But I can’t go yet.”

Steve was next to the car again, looking at his own battered body. He didn’t know how he was going to get back into it, or if he’d be able to hold on to his body once he did, but there was no other option for him.

He pushed at the invisible barrier that separated him from his body, all the while thinking, No, no, no!

*o*o*o*

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Any, any, holding an exorcism

Fill: Beauty Inside (K-drama) + a bit of SPN (but not really)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“Do you know what you’re doing?” Deojae asked.

“Yes,” Eunho said, smoothing down the pages of his open Bible with shaking hands. He had his rosary curled around one hand.

“Are you sure?” Segye was hovering beside Deojae. It was her time of the month, and she’d transformed into a teenage boy, was drowning in one of Deojae’s sweaters, because she’d spent the night at his apartment.

“Is he really possessed by a demon?” Woomi asked. She was holding a bottle of water that Eunho had allegedly blessed.

Joohwan, Deojae’s assistant, was lying on the floor, twitching and cursing and spitting in languages none of them recognized, though Deojae insisted one of them was Latin, and Sara said one of them might have been German.

“You never actually went to the seminary, though,” Deojae said.

“He did graduate top of his class from law school,” Sara protested.

“He does really love Jesus,” Segye added.

Eunho said, “...I saw this on a television show?”

The others stared at him.

Joohwan roared and thrashed, and for one second his eyes turned black.

“Hold him!” Eunho shouted, and the others pounced on Joohwan’s limbs.

Eunho held out his rosary, and he began to recite, in very careful Latin,

Exorcizamus te, omnis immundis spiritus, omnis satanica potestas -

Joohwan paused and blinked, his eyes pitch-black. “Supernatural?” he asked, his voice rumbling with a thousand infernal echoes. “Really? That’s all you’ve got?”

Eunho said, “I forewent the seminary so I could go back to law school and become a judge and marry my beautiful girlfriend, okay?”

Joohwan sighed. “Wow. Topside really is something else.” And he threw his head back, and black smoke poured out of his throat.

Woomi emptied the bottle of water on Joohwan’s head.

He spluttered. “Yah! What was that for!”

“Holy water?”

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Any, any Jewish character, being haunted by a dybbuk

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DC, Zatanna Zatara/John Constantine, paranormal investigators AU

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Any, any, I am my own ghost / Haunting the memories of what I love most

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Any (please no SPN), any character with chronic illness (mental or physical) + any, "I could have sworn I closed that cupboard/put that plate over here. Let's pay a game! Is it a poltergeist or is it brain fog?"