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IC:  Hard day at work.  First this bitch came in who thought she knew everything.  She'd critique to type of cream, how it was being applied, even had the nerve to give some 'fashion advice' during the treatment.  Then this woman came in with a young kid.  He seemed good and quiet at first, but half way through the facial, when his mom's face was covered in a mud mask and six of her toes painted, the kid started to howl.  It was too late to ask her to leave, so Julie had to complete the entire treatment with a brat screaming about how hungry he was in the corner.

She massaged her forehead and put her feet up on the seat opposite her.  The train ride home was a short one, only around 15 minutes.  Easy to just pop her headphones in and zone out.  She was almost home when she saw one of them.  She'd always been hesitant to call them ghosts, but there was no better word for them.  She didn't like talking to them - especially in a public place like this.

The ghost was an old man, perhaps in his 70s and thin as a stick.  He wore an old fashioned bowler hat and a dirty pullover.  "I'm worried about Simone," he said.  Julie bit her lip.  She wasn't going to respond.

"What's wrong with her."  Julie glanced around.  The woman sitting right next to her could see the ghost too. 

"She's pregnant, but..."

"You should be happy for her."

"It's not that easy, the boy, he's in prison.  She'll never manage..."

Julie inspected the old woman.  Her eyes were opened too wide, mouth stretched to a permanent grin and she'd rock back and forth occasionally.  She was long gone.

'This is Horton.  Horton Station.'

This was her stop.  Julie rose from her seat.  The train slowed to a halt, and the doors sprung open.  She glanced back one last time at the ghost and the elderly woman, before stepping out.

Julie returned her headphones to her ears, and clutching her rail pass, made her way to the exit.  She made her way down the long platform, towards the stairs up to ground level.  Suddenly, a kid rushed past her.  She ignored him and continue on her way, until she heard a crash through her music.  She span around and found the boy sprawled out on the ground, with a face full of blood.

A beeping sound could be heard over the intercom.  The train doors snapped shut, and it slowly departed from the platform.

Julie rushed over to the boy.  "Are you okay?" she stammered.

She held his arm to help him up.  Only then did she realise how bad the bleeding was.  She gasped, and rummaged around for a small packet of tissues in her purse.  She held them out to him with a quivering hand "Here..." It was bad.  She was no doctor, it looked like he might have broken his nose.

"I'll-- I'll call an ambulance."  She pulled her phone from her pocket.  Of course, there was no signal down here.  She'd have to go up to the surface.

"Oh ye know, they just dun make 'em anymore like they used to. Buying dames for a dime by a dozen. I pay a handful of those for a drink! Cheap slags I'll tell you! Not even whores, they are. Back in my day sonny, everything was better. Now's all one big pile 'o rub-" the sunburned face shot up and inch and bounced right back again. Dazed the woman looked, like her eyes were trying to figure out what was left and what was right again. Her conversation partner, or rather involuntary audience, was more than done with her and ready to offer up his seat. "Where do ye think you're going, feller?" Hiccupped the woman, and pointed her fingers at him like a gun. The man frowned at the gesture, to which the ginger laughed.

"It's not real, silly." She shrieked, and made a bang-sound. "Siddown ye bloody bastard, I'm still talking!" The man smirked an awkward grin, but didn't listen to her and proceeded to stand up. The blush on her cheeks turned scarlet and she spit on the table. "Hold yer bloody horses!" she scowled as she pulled a revolver out of her purse beneath the table. "This one is

Linden bit into the arm of one of the men, the guard yelped in pain as others rushed to remove linden battered and blooded Linden started yelling once more LINDEN NUMBER 298" as he was simply lifted and tossed into the back of a van filled with more men, as he jumped for the door they slammed shut, the name Clear skys asylum on the back.

The man lent down lifting the girl onto her feet "YES we had to do that" he commented scratching at his throat lightly, "that "little kid" as you put it has been nothing but trouble" he gently rubbed his arm, walking away "... Strong little bugger too" he remarked The clear skys logo on his back, he rejoined the men hopping back into the van, it drove away as several other men tried to calm down the small crowd that had formed.

She glanced up the stairs, where the men had taken the boy.  She was scared... and she didn't want them to hear what she was just about to admit.  "Yeah I can."  She hadn't admitted it in a long time, and it felt good to have somebody in-the-flesh believe her outrageous claim. 

There was a moments silence.  Well, she had nowhere to go.  The plan was to go home, heat up some leftovers and watch reruns of Sex and the City.  She glanced over at the old man again.  He was just standing there, silent.  "Do you-- do you want to get a coffee or something?"

The coffee shop was a large chain in this area.  Cheep coffee, and usually okay.  It was time for everybody to go home after a long days work - and the coffee shop staff was no exception.  They hovered nervously behind the counter, waiting for the last few customers to just get out.

Julie took a long drink from her thick black coffee before replying.  "I'm Julie.  I don't know much about them," she admitted.  "I've met a few other people who can see them.  There was an old woman on my train.  That kid could too.  Most of the time... they seem crazy to me." 

There was an awkward pause - which Julie promptly filled by taking another long drink of coffee.  "I speak to other people online who can see them too.  A lot of them think... they take your mind."

Linden grunted and mumbled, as he was guided to his cell, two armoured men carrying him, as he spotted the cursed spirits that wandered the halls of the asylum he screamed and struggled, causing him to get beaten by the men.

"Your all crazy" he mumbled, receiving another hard hit to the head, snarling at the man he whimpered and struggled once more, he had been wrestled into a straight jacket as he came to the familiar walls of his cell.

"Hell" he snarled, looking at the thick metal doors with the number 298 plastered on them, as the guard opened the gate he was escorted inside, through several doors of metal, and many more guards, he grinned at the mass security as he reached his destination.

His familiar and predictable soft white room, as he was thrown in, he stumbled about until he was sitting cross-legged, he gave a toothy grin as the door shut, spirits converging around him "there time will come" he mumbled.

"Well..."  Mimi thought for a minute.  "H-how about you come over to my place?  We can talk more, without... you know..."  She winced as the child began to scream. 

She thought about what Julie had said.  Some people saw them after something traumatic had happened...  Her face fell.  She knew exactly what it was that made her able to see them.  How could she forget?

((So sorry about the short post...  I just have writers' block with this one, for some odd reason...))