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psychic rpPost Rhiannawyn |
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I don't believe that ghosts are "spirits of the dead" because I don't believe in death. In the multiverse, once you're possible, you exist. And once you exist, you exist forever one way or another. Besides, death is the absence of life, and the ghosts I've met are very much alive. What we call ghosts are lifeforms just as you and I are.
Rhiannawyn Ғarradeach
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The yellow jeep sped across the freeway from the university to the address scrawled on a piece of coffee stained paper. A call had come in the week before about an old house outside a small town just thirty minutes from the university and after a weeks investigation by the paranormal research team, they had called Rhiannawyn Farradeach from her home, asking her to take a look. Why had they called her? Because she was their local psychic, known around the world really, especially in Europe where she had worked as a researcher in paranormal activity while getting a degree in demonology straight from the Vatican itself. The team had mentioned the home owner being rather skeptical to the whole psychic thing, they had reassured him she was one of the best. But, Rhiannawyn was prepared for him not to believe her, not many people opened their arms wide to the idea of people having a sixth sense, it wasn't that uncommon. And she knew that she knew what she was talking about when it came to this stuff. She'd written a book on the matter, it was in the editing stage at the moment, which was fine by her. She'd spent so much time writing it that she wanted it to be perfect, perfect and helpful for anyone interested on the topic.
"Yes, Mason. I'll be at the location in ten minutes, I'm just about to turn off." Chirped a soft but strongly Welsh accented voice broke the continuous sound of the music blaring in her jeep." She spoke into her cell phone, her eyes trailing alone to find the sign to turn off. Ah! There it was in the distance, she slowed her car a little to accommodate to the turn she was going to make shortly. Her voice continued the conversation for several more moments until she finally assured her boss that she'd be fine on her own. Rhiannawyn preferred to work alone.
Her long dark, reddish brown hair blew around her face a little, thanks to the wind seeping in from her slightly opened window., it was relatively warm outside, and her jeeps air conditioning was cutting in and out, making the drive fairly warm and a little uncomfortable even though it was approaching six in the evening. Extremely pale blue eyes tinged with the softest amount of cloudy grey kept her eyes on the road as the radio blared some music, keeping the forty five minute drive interesting enough. She lived in a rural area herself, well away from the location she was going to but that didn't matter, she didn't mind the drive when the location was worth driving to. The university had regulations that meant she stayed in the house she was investigating as to experience all paranormal activity so the only money she really spent was gas money and maybe the occasional coffee from a Starbucks or similar cafe.
As far as women went, Rhiannawyn wasn't unattractive. Her skin was a pale though her cheeks had a soft pink to them-thanks to her makeup. Her hair was long and reddish brown was layered, with soft ripples through it and the tresses ended just by her ribcage. She didn't look like a Gypsy, but she was. She was partially Sinti Gypsy. Her family had moved to Wales decades before.It had been her grandfather on her fathers side and her grandmother on her mother's side who had married out of their tribe and thus produced the people who had then created her. It was an interesting blend of Welsh and Romany, and she liked it. On that partiuclar day, she wore a pair of jeans and a t shirt, simple clothing that didn't seem formal. She didn't intend to be formal during an investigation such as this.
She found the exit to the town she was going to and took it, adjusting her jeep's speed accordingly. She didn't stop at all, save to buy herself a coffee on the way. She'd need it, she had a long week ahead of her and she knew that she probably wouldn't be sleeping much if the house was as haunted as the case files on this case had indicated it was. The team had taken video footage of the house and Rhiannawyn thought there was something going on in the house for sure. She couldn't explain most of the things that had happened on the tape and neither could the team. Which was why they had called her, she had been trained by the Roman Catholic Church for all of this stuff, there wasn't any better training than that. Not in the world of demons and banishing them as the Church decreed be done with all Satan's minions.
Finally, after driving around for another few moments, the gypsy found the house and pulled into the driveway, her wheels crunching the loose rock as she did so. Pulling the keys from the ignition she left her stuff in the car for now and walked to the front steps. Already she could feel the vibes from the house and it sent chills down her spine. Creepy. Her hand raised and she knocked on the door softly, but firmly and waited for the owner to answer. The trees swayed and she glanced over. Odd. There was no wind to make any branches sway. She stared for a moment, almost as if she were trying to see something that wasn't there. Except she could feel something. Five minutes and she was already getting feelings of something being on this property. It certainly was not a good sign in her books.
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When I see ghosts they look perfectly real and solid -- like a living human being. They are not misty; I can’t see through them; they don’t wear sheets or bloody mummy bandages. They don’t have their heads tucked under their arms. They just look like ordinary people, in living color, and sometimes it is hard to tell who is a ghost.
 Rhesi · Sat Apr 11, 2009 @ 01:27pm · 0 Comments |
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