Monday: Ghosts & Hauntings

[brumeier]

Hi! I’m brumeier, and this week we’re rocking the prompts Halloween style! Today's theme is GHOSTS & HAUNTINGS! Prompts can be anything, so long as it involves a ghost or a haunting, however you want to interpret either.

Just a few rules:No more than five prompts in a row

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[little_huntress]

Any, Any, visiting a haunted house or hotel on Halloween night

Fill 1/3: Trixie Belden Mysteries/The Three Investigators, Trixie Belden/Jupiter Jones

[brumeier]

Trixie fully expected Halloween to bring out the supernatural in force, but the week leading up to the holiday had been much quieter than normal. She hadn’t had even a hint of a case, weird or otherwise, and she just didn’t understand it.

“Not that I want to be overrun by witches or talking scarecrows or anything,” she explained to Sol, her cat-that-wasn't-a-cat, “but don’t you think it’s strange that there hasn’t been any activity?”

Sol paused the act of licking her back leg and blinked luminous green eyes. A chat window opened on Trixie’s laptop.

The pause that refreshes.

Trixie frowned. The cat sometimes sounded like a television commercial when she communicated with words.

“I don’t know why I bother talking to you. Although if I’m looking for weird, here it is sitting on my desk.”

Incomprehensible. Not weird.Sol flicked the inky tip of her tail, the only part of her that wasn’t tawny brown, and went back to grooming

Fill 2/3: Trixie Belden Mysteries/The Three Investigators, Trixie Belden/Jupiter Jones

[brumeier]

The house obviously hadn’t been lived in for a while - the yard was overgrown, the paint was peeling, and some of the windows were broken and had been boarded over. Trixie leaned against her car, arms crossed, and studied it, trying to visualize what it might have looked when Julius and Catherine Jones lived there

Fill 3/3: Trixie Belden Mysteries/The Three Investigators, Trixie Belden/Jupiter Jones

[brumeier]

Trixie reached out for his hand, twining their fingers together. She could hear the emotion in his voice at the memory. If anyone was going to have a pet pig, it was Jupiter. And that was definitely something that would stick in the mind of a young boy.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine.”

Trixie doubted that very much, but Jupiter wasn’t an overtly emotional man. He merely squeezed her hand.

Thud!

Trixie gave a startled squeal and whirled around, flashlight waving wildly until it landed on a book that had fallen off the bookshelf.

“How did that happen?”

She picked up the book, which was covered in dust everywhere it had been exposed to the room. “Encyclopedia Brown’s Record Book of Weird and Wonderful Facts,” she said, reading the title