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I put the old fashioned phone down on the table and look up at the clock. Great. I’ve been on the phone with various people since about 9AM, and it’s currently four in the afternoon. There goes the rest of my day. Laying back on the couch, I stare at the ceiling, my eyes slowly drifting closed…
A banging echoes through the apartment as I bolt upright and reach for my pistol.

No need, I find out, as the door swings open and a man wearing a rather scruffy police uniform enters. He looks worried, but relaxes when he sees me. “You called, Ghost?” I sigh, and stare at the broken door lock. “Nice work Maloney, you’re paying for that door.” I mutter, and the man looks at the floor ashamedly before explaining nervously, “I – I’m sorry Ghost. I was standing out there for an hour and a bit. I was starting to think you’d died or something… Heh…” I raise an eyebrow at his weird laugh before standing up and grabbing my gun. “You alright, Maloney? Seem a bit… A bit off… Everything alright?”

I try and talk to him as I sling my bag over my shoulder and slip Toast’s bowie knife into my belt. He just rubs his shoulder and laughs again. “I should be asking YOU that, Ghost. After… Well, you know.” I freeze unexpectedly, before chuckling. It’s only been, what, two days, since… The Incident… and I’m already acting like it was just Rake’s wedding. There’s something wrong with me, obviously. Nerves, probably. And Jimmy hasn’t shown up for a good few hours…

I just shrug as me and Maloney walk out and to his cruiser, a bashed old thing that looks worse than my car. I get in the passenger side, and he goes to get in my side before realising we’re in Britain.

About half an hour of bad British accents and terrible puns later, we pull up outside a battered-down mansion. I hear whispering in my ears as I get out and look up at what I’m certain is my old house. And just before I can open the door to the giant thing, something happens… I fall to my knees, hands covering my ears. Laughing and screaming fill my mind and the whispers are growing louder… And they’re chanting… They’re chanting…

They’re chanting “Welcome Home Gregory”.

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I put the old fashioned phone down on the table and look up at the clock. Great. I’ve been on the phone with various people since about 9AM, and it’s currently four in the afternoon. There goes the rest of my day. Laying back on the couch, I stare at the ceiling, my eyes slowly drifting closed…
A banging echoes through the apartment as I bolt upright and reach for my pistol.

No need, I find out, as the door swings open and a man wearing a rather scruffy police uniform enters. He looks worried, but relaxes when he sees me. “You called, Ghost?” I sigh, and stare at the broken door lock. “Nice work Maloney, you’re paying for that door.” I mutter, and the man looks at the floor ashamedly before explaining nervously, “I – I’m sorry Ghost. I was standing out there for an hour and a bit. I was starting to think you’d died or something… Heh…” I raise an eyebrow at his weird laugh before standing up and grabbing my gun. “You alright, Maloney? Seem a bit… A bit off… Everything alright?”

I try and talk to him as I sling my bag over my shoulder and slip Toast’s bowie knife into my belt. He just rubs his shoulder and laughs again. “I should be asking YOU that, Ghost. After… Well, you know.” I freeze unexpectedly, before chuckling. It’s only been, what, two days, since… The Incident… and I’m already acting like it was just Rake’s wedding. There’s something wrong with me, obviously. Nerves, probably. And Jimmy hasn’t shown up for a good few hours…

I just shrug as me and Maloney walk out and to his cruiser, a bashed old thing that looks worse than my car. I get in the passenger side, and he goes to get in my side before realising we’re in Britain.

About half an hour of bad British accents and terrible puns later, we pull up outside a battered-down mansion. I hear whispering in my ears as I get out and look up at what I’m certain is my old house. And just before I can open the door to the giant thing, something happens… I fall to my knees, hands covering my ears. Laughing and screaming fill my mind and the whispers are growing louder… And they’re chanting… They’re chanting…

They’re chanting “Welcome Home Gregory”.