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"We have a special job for you if you're interested." A voice said over the receiver of your phone.
You smiled slightly, already knowing what the job would be. You were _______, a lesser known spirit medium.
All your life you had been able to hear the voices of the departed, the earliest memory you have is hearing the voice of your grandmother praise you for being able to write your name.
"You have my ear." You chuckled softly as you listened to the details.
You had finished packing your clothes when you heard tires roll up to your home. You got the last of your things and headed out smiling to the driver politely as you entered the car. The driver didn't give a smile rather just nod at you. You gave a longing look at your home as the driver began to drive.
You looked out the window admiring the scenery of leafless trees and evergreens. As much as you hated the cold of mid november you loved the colors and sounds it brought. On the way to the airport you thought back on the phone call.
"We've been having troubles with spirits around our base with things moving from their spot and doors slamming shut." The voice sounded annoyed. "I don't believe much in ghost stories but if it'll get the others to shut up about this, I'd love the help."
"It sounds like something I might be able to help with." You replied happily. "Will I be seeing you when I arrive Mr...." your voice trailed off.
"Morrison, you can just call me jack though." The gruff voice explained. "And yes, yes you will."
"We're here." The driver announced suddenly, pulling you from your thoughts.
Blinking you refocused your eyes to see the busy airport ahead of you. "Thank you very much." You smiled and exited the vehicle with slight excitement and anxiousness. You loved helping those stuck in this realm but there would be times when the spirit did not want to move on. It would become a manifestation of evil and bad energy and attempt to hurt anything around it. Your stomach flipped as you considered the possibility the spirit haunting Jack's base becoming malevolent.
At this thought you hurried your way onto your flight and found your seat. You put your headphones in and leaned back, closing your eyes and eventually falling into a deep sleep until you arrived.
As you expected once you had gotten your luggage another driver had been sent to pick you up. You followed the silent woman back to the car and took deep breaths while you looked out the window.
You watched as the city slowly disappeared into the trees surrounding it and less and less homes and buildings appeared. Soon you saw what appeared to be a military base of sorts. You shuddered and wrapped the jacket you had been wearing around yourself.
The car parked and you got out as you looked around. It was surprisingly quiet for being a such a large place. The cold breeze bit at your face and you hurried inside with your luggage. You saw a man with white hair and twin scars sitting on a bench not too far away from the entrance. He looked up and stood.
"Um, Jack Morrison?" You asked a bit shyly as he approached you. Once closer you noticed he had striking blue eyes and slight stubble. He wasn’t unattractive that for sure.
"The one and only." Jack smiled ever so slightly. "Let me show you to your room." He lead you through the building and gave a few remarks. "That's where someone moved my damned ammo" he grumbled. "Over there is where Lucio had a door slam shut in front of him" you giggled a bit as you both walked. He eventually stopped at a door and opened it.
The room had only a bed, a nightstand and dresser and the walls were a light grey color, nothing much in it as you looked around.
"It's probably not what you're used to but I hope you won't complain." Jack started but you shook your head with an honest smile.
"It's fine, honestly not that different from my own room." You placed your luggage next to the bed.
"I'll uh, give you a moment to unpack and such." Jack left the room, you watched him go with a smile then began to unpack.
In the silence you began to feel a sudden chill and the ever so distinct sound of many people whispering. You tried your best to ignore it as you put away your clothes but it gradually got louder and louder until you could no longer ignore it.
"It hurts ...!" "I just want to see him once more..."
"I wanna go home..." "Why me....?
"Make it stop... make it stop ..." "I don't want to die....!"
"The b-blood..." "There's no way out...."
" You did this to me...! "
You gasped and covered your ears in a desperate attempt to shield yourself from the voices that lamented and yelled. "I didn't do anything!" You yelled, failing to notice the man that had entered your room.
"Woah there, I didn't accuse you of anything." The man blinked in surprise of your (from his perspective) unprovoked outburst.
You practically jumped out of your skin and blushed profusely. Already embarrassing yourself in front of strangers, this was starting out great. "Sorry...." you said quietly and looked at the man, the whispers soon faded and you could properly concentrate on the man. He was wearing a ridiculous cowboy get up, complete with the hat and poncho. He had long hair and a growing beard and prosthetic arm you noted as he grinned at you lazily.
"S'no probably, I'm Jesse by the way, I take it you’re the ghost whisperer?" He chuckled at his own joke. Oh he had no idea.
You laughed a bit and nodded. "Though most call me by my name." you smiled.
"And that would be…? “ He chuckled at your reply. You told him your name and he repeated it in his southern drawl and you suppressed a shiver. You were here to work damnit! You scolded yourself.
“Well then, let me show you around properly." His voice was honestly something you could get used to.
"I'd like that very much." You smiled, eager to forget the incident of whispers.