Caught in the Name of Murder 1: Run, Johnny.. Run.

                                                                    
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"Now Mr. Casket, please tell us what happened" The man stared into Jimmy's cold eyes.
"I'm not exactly sure what happened.." Jimmy intimidates.
"Well.. Here's what I do know.."

Ghost sat at a table in a coffee diner with Toast. It was peaceful, besides the fact that they couldn't figure out a supernatural
incident that happened just last week.
"I don't get it Toast," Ghost slightly sighed, "Why would a Hell-being roam around in some guys house just for amusement?"
Toast shrugs, almost in defeat. "No clue, sir. But this needs to be fixed fast before it becomes a threat."
"True that, Toaster." Ghost laughs, taking a sip of his latte. Then all of the sudden, a sharp pain ran through Ghost's chest and head.
"T-Toast, I'm gonna head to the restroom.." Ghost stammers in pain. Toast nods, curious of what happened to his partner.

Ghost throws water on his face with a sink. The bathrooms were surprisingly clean, despite the faint smell of vomit. He stares at the mirror, then blinks a few times breathing heavily.
"Hello, Ghostie." A familiar voice laughs.
Ghost jumps back, looking at his reflection. When were his eyes red? Last he checked they were still brown..
He blinks a few more times. The image crosses its arms and giggles evilly. "Problem there? Oh that's right, you never seen me before.."
Ghost stands silently for a while, shocked. What the heck is going on?
"W-Who are you?" Ghost mutters suspiciously. "You're not me, and I'm not you.."

"I am your evil side, Ghost. The soul trapped inside your body.. I am Jimmy Casket."
Ghost winces at this. He then backs up from the mirror. "You.. You're inside me right now? Like, in my mind? Head?"
Jimmy shrugs. "I'm not sure myself, but let's just say that I can take over your entire body at any moment, sending you into a coma."
Jimmy laughs, Ghost gets horrified. "I never heard this before.. Never seen you.."

The murderous figure smiles. "Well, you'll see what I can do.. Just watch.. Just gonna say that I'm stronger than you.. so why do you BOTHER trying to push me out?" The reflection fades, bringing Ghost to his normal self. Ghost slumps to the ground, the pain in his chest forming again. Keep him out, Johnny.. Keep him out.. Ghost quickly gets up, looking at his reflection again, then walking out, trying to act like he didn't see something disturbing just a few moments ago.

"You okay, sir?" Toast turns around in his seat. "You look like you defeated Poseidon." He slightly chuckles at his smart ways.
"I-I think.. I think I'll be fine.." Just as Ghost gets halfway to his seat, he groans and falls to the floor, holding the collar of his sweatshirt"
Suprise, Johnny boy.. He hears Jimmy in his mind.
"T-Toast.." Ghost stumbles on his words. "Run.. Run, please Toast.. Now.. go.. GO!" Toast gets up from his char and looks back at Ghost, walking slowly backwards. "I SAID RUN!!"

Toast shrugs of mystery and worry then runs out of the diner, the doorbell going Ching, ching ching..

Ghost suddenly looks up, eyes red, staring at everyone that was looking at him. He then gets up, grabs a knife out of his pocket, then runs out of the diner, a slight whisper of



Stab...Stab.. You're going down Toaster.. Down..