[[Yes, I know this is late, but darn it, I want to conclude this and get back into RPin’ generally, so bear with me please.]]
The Repairman looked back once he opened the door to the guest bedroom. He saw that Marie was holding onto the handle of the tool cart for dear life. Cat Slime had long since went and hid inside Marie’s toolbox. Even when he was packed away, the green toolbox was very obviously rattling.
The Repairman smiled sympathetically, remembering his first paranormal encounter, way back in ’47. He remembered how he was chilled to the metaphorical bone, and was completely unprepared for the specters that jumped out at him. And then there were the pratfalls…
He shook his head. He was starting to feel old.
“Aw, don’t worry, guys! Worst that’ll happen is some white sheet or other will pop out and make a kinda scary noise. There’s really nothing to worry about!”
Marie nodded slowly. The lid to her toolbox lifted, and the Repairman could see Cat Slime’s glasses peeking out at him.
The two of them tentatively moved forward, following the Repairman. Meanwhile, the inkblot was whistling in an effort to cheer them up a little, though all he accomplished was emphasizing how empty yet another dusty, ruined room was. That wasn’t to say, of course, that there wasn’t a sort of beauty (or at least a vague memory of beauty) to the room. Whoever once lived here clearly had the money to match their taste, with once-lush violet bedsheets and a massive frame that may have one time housed a mirror. There was even a very lavish painting of some very old people, torn into two, leaning against the old, asbestos-lined wall.
As the Repairman looked around in awe, Marie and Cat Slime’s eyes darted every which way, trying to steel themselves for a ghost going “boo!”
Suddenly, Cat Slime took one look up and leapt up onto Marie’s face, squeaking quietly and frantically pointing upwards. Marie followed his gestures, and could only whimper as she saw rows and rows of jagged yellow teeth, some of which had green or red goop dripping from them.
The Repairman’s eyes widened. He saw his family inside the mouth of a giant blue tube of a ghost, its hollow eyes revealing no emotion. Marie was holding Cat Slime tightly, and both were keeping their eyes shut.
He rushed in there, pulling them out before the ghost snapped its gargantuan jaw shut.
“NOW WHAT WAS THAT?!” the Repairman demanded, to everyone’s bafflement. “I was expecting ghost pranks, but THIS?! On Halloween, of all times, you try to EAT them?”
The ghost sat for a moment, mouth shut. Its meals didn’t usually talk back to it.
Marie and Cat Slime, meanwhile, slowly inched behind the Repairman. Once they were right behind him, they exchanged a glance and nodded.
“You think you can just snatch anyone up on HALLOWEEN of all days?! I’ll have you know–ACK”
The Repairman yelped as Marie picked him up, yanking him out of the way of a ghost bite.
“Oh, peachy,” the Repairman continued, “you won’t even let a rant slide–”
“REPAIRMAN!” Marie shouted, running down the hallway with an inkblot and a cat-shaped puddle in tow. “CAN THIS WAIT?!”
“…”
The Repairman pulled out a disproportionately large fan and aimed it at the pursuing specter.
“Right, just get out of here, you! W-wait, I wasn’t talking to you, Mari–”
CRASH
The Repairman thanked his lucky stars that the fan he brought was heavy enough to help them dangle on the windowsill. He looked down, past Marie clinging onto him for dear life, past the shaking Cat Slime in her arms, and saw that it would have taken a rather long time to get back up.
He grunted, hoisting himself up just enough to reach the fan’s power button.
A click, and then a continuous whirr. They would be able to climb back into the manor safely.
“…Right, let’s just…let’s just fix the Wall and go to a place advertised as a haunted house, shall we?”
Marie and Cat Slime nodded, and followed the Repairman as he waved the fan every which way, and they proceeded to the break.
Siblings-a-Fixin' 