“Rich! Camera over here! Something’s making the EMF go nuts over here!” Austin called to the camera man. 

Richard, or Rich, called him and went running to the head honcho. “Oh man… that’s insane.. Here let me zoom in on that for the viewers.” 

Austin was visibly excited. “Janette get the Paranormal Puck! I want to make contact!” 

"O-on it!" Janette scurried over to her bag and grabbed the device and gave it to him. "A-are you sure you want to make contact with this person, I mean, I get it for the viewers, but this ghost WAS a mobster in his past life. And was one of Al Capone's best hitmen. With a spirit that has that much negativity, don't you think that you should better guard yourself?" She worriedly said as she clutched her late grandmother's silver cross necklace. 

You see, Janette Daweson has well known knowledge of the paranormal and is almost considered a professional. But she's hardly given the time of day by her peers and cohorts. Heck, even her family doesn't pay much mind or attention to her. Is it the way that her petite but skinny body looked? How her brown hair framed her delicate but mischievous looking face just right? Or how her blue eyes shine the innocence in her soul? Or is it her careful, mischievous, and gentle personality that made her look harmless? Either way, nobody really paid any mind to her or put any two cents to what she said.

“The Puck, please.” For the audience, he was polite, but there was a hint of annoyance in his tone. 'She's always sassing back, thinking she knows so much more than me. I’ve been doing this for YEARS!’ He seethed silently. 

"...ok. but I warned you…" Janette handed him the device as she silently made brief eye contact with said ghost. 

You see she's also a physical medium like her late grandmother was and was taught from early childhood to always be on your guard. Or the spirits will just push you around and eventually ruin your life. Well the negative ones would. But for some reason, all she came in contact with are the evil one's. No good spirits.

 'I guess they somehow make their way to Heaven when my presence is around. Which would explain why the man looks like he's about to shoot my head off. I must've accidentally sent off his wife that he had trapped here and abused her. Well I'm not backing down!' she thought to herself strongly as she sent her strong positive energy around herself for protection and made the message clear that she wasn't scared of him. The ghost mobster was slightly surprised at her frontal attack. But his sly sneer was clear that even though she could protect herself, that didn't mean she could protect the others.

Austin typed it into the Puck while asking out loud, “Are you the hitman Kent “Frenchy” Brouillette?"

The ghost man made the device light up like a Christmas tree. “YES! That’s a yes! Are you catching this, Rich?” The guy was nodding quickly, getting all of it. “Ok, ok, back off.” Austin commanded so he could ask another question.

Kent scoffed at him but relented anyway to amuse him. And because he was gathering the energy needed.

“Alright, Is it true that you abused your wife until the day she died?” Austin asked. Rich focused on Austin and the Puck. 

One of the devices, SB7 Spirit Box, a device that puts out white noise for the spirits to use to communicate words let out a gravelly intimidating, "Watch yourself…"

“...”

“Please tell me the camera caught that! That was an intelligent response! You got that, right?!” Austin turned to Rich who’d paled at the terrifying voice. At least he had some sense. “U-uh yeah… I, uh, I got it..” 

Austin was about to ask another question when the background lights suddenly went out. Sending the three of them into darkness. Janette was trying to be strong but the two males freaked out. Then suddenly, Austin let out a pained yell.

The lights turned back on and Austin was holding himself like his back was on fire. “Ah, ah fuck. It hurts like hell. Rich?”

Rich approached fearfully, like something would jump out at him any second. He lifted Austin’s shirt, wincing at what he saw. “O-oh god.. Dude, he marked you..” 

“No shit sherlock. Damn, did you get it on camera?”

“This seriously isn’t the time, you got hurt by the thing man, it’s getting aggressive.” Rich argued.

“We need to document everything. Did you get them?” Austin demanded.

“The camera’s dead. It drained the battery when it went dark.” 

“Then replace the battery!” Austin snapped. Rich cringed and retreated to replace the battery.

Janette took her chance and grabbed some Holy Water. She knew the spirit was getting a hold of Austin and making him angry. She quietly said a few prayers and put the water in his water bottle.

"Here, Austin. Drink this. It'll help you feel better…" Janette said as she handed him his drink.

He grumbled incoherently and took the water, chugging it. He felt better in an instantly. Rich came back uncertain. “Uh… still want me to, uh, document?” He shook his head. 

“We should get out of here. We’ve pissed him off enough..”

Janette breathed a sigh of relief. As they left to their car, Janette looked back and saw the ghost staring her down with crude eyes. And when the boys weren't looking, she promptly gave him the bird. To which his response was shock and being impressed at the same time that a little lady could do such a thing to a thing like him. He then slowly disappeared with a mild smirk on his face.

She silently shook her head in exhaustion and climbed in the car and they drove home.

**********

As Austin dropped Janette at her apartment complex, she waved goodbye to them and they immediately left the area. Her neighborhood wasn't exactly the safest place in New Orleans, Louisiana. But it was the cheapest that she could afford on a meager salary of a casino waitress. Sure, they paid her decently, but due to the location of her job and that her landlord is an ass. She couldn't move. Besides her being on an upstart television show, she also did a podcast on Spotify that she told scary stories from all across America. She even had some international stories translated and told in her radio hostess voice. She went by the name The Blue Jane Doe as her stage name. And for being an upstart, she did pretty good for herself. She had over a thousand listeners and they always complimented her story telling on her website that she designed for her podcast. 

But regardless of everything, she was currently EXHAUSTED. As she made her way to her door, there was a pink slip of paper on her door.

"Eviction Notice…. WHAT?!" 'B-but I paid last months rent! What the Hell?! Oooohhhh!!!! Jeremy is going to get an earful once I get my hands on him!' But she quickly noticed that her other neighbors had the same slip on their doorway. She decided to knock on her neighbor's door to see if he could tell her what was going on.

A gruff voice answered her. 

“Whatcha want- oh, hey Jane, what’s the matter? Did ya see the notice?”

Cory, a middle-aged factory worker, was one of the only people that respected her as a stronger person. He'd help her in times where the landlord was being a total ass to her. He was like a second father or a really close uncle to her.