“H-hey!”
Ignoring me completely; Michelle moved ever closer toward the pants. She stopped about a foot from where they stood and folded her arms, then snickered lightly as she blew a small burst of air from between her soft, lush, lips that pushed a few long strands of golden hair from her vision.
“I can handle this, no worries Travis. We’ll be on break in no time.” Michelle declared, narrowing her gaze onto the pants, as if trying to intimidate the pair of otherworldly haunted denims.
“But we’ve only been here a half hour.” I thought to myself. “Wait… does that really matter?” I shook myself from my sometimes easily distracted mind. “Michelle honestly, I really don’t think this is a good idea.” I protested stepping over to her side. The moment I did the flowery scent of her perfume filled my nostrils, almost sending me off into a daydream again.
“Dually noted.” Michelle responded, all to intent on her current course of action. Though the pants appeared unshaken by her audacious attitude. Seeming be pay no attention whatsoever to Michelle and I, the waist line of the pants merely bent forward once again, inspecting the torn leg.
I watched the pants, curious if this what Egon had meant by ghostly behavioral patterns, and how they were difficult to understand. Distracted by them, I didn’t even realize Michelle stepping forward; frustrated upon noticing she was being ignored.
“Hey! I don’t care if you are a ghost! I’m not losing this job because of some department store mark down! Now you’re getting back into that damn container!”
As Michelle started to assault the source of her irritable outcry, the pants did something that unexpectedly stopped her in her tracks.
They began undoing themselves.
“...Huh?” Michelle mumbled aloud, baffled by the sight.
The white belt unbuckled, pulling itself aside and through the first of the belt loops. Wiggling about, it pushed against the fidgeting button; helping it to slip through its hole and allow the zipper to slowly open fully. Swaying back and forth in a snake like fashion, the hips pulled over itself a few times, scrunching together until the rolled up denim reached the knees; where the pants suddenly fell to the ground abruptly, lifeless.
Michelle stood quietly for a moment, trying to grasp the situation. She turned somewhat to her side looking at me as confused as I was probably staring at her.
“What the hell was that about? Did they just strip in front of me?” Michelle inquired, for some reason believing I knew the answer.
“W-why are you asking me?” I shrugged, nearly at a loss for words. “Maybe it’s giving up so we can put them back?”
“You really think so?”
“How should I know? I got B’s and C’s in high school, I think discerning why a ghost did something is a little out of my league. Maybe if we just went and got the others like I said we’d know.”
Michelle rolled her eyes and shrugged. “Alright, geez… your like a broken record.”
“Well I’m sorry, I’d just rather keep us from being hurt, this isn’t a fast food job ya know.”
“Oh right, so I suppose dropping things and covering them with sheets is an acceptable practice here?” Michelle turned fully around and folded her arms again, raising her eyebrow at me.
“H-hey, wait… what? No! I-I told you that’s not what happened!”
“Uh huh, so I suppose that broken handle just happened to be like that when you got here? Your just lucky I’m your partner…” She chuckled to herself as she placed her hand on her forehead.
“What the heck is that supposed to mean?”
Michelle didn’t respond right away, instead just looked back up and smiled, apparently amused by me in some way.
It made me blush.
“Don't get so bent out of shape, It means I think it will be fun working with you.”
The comment caught me off guard. "I'd be fun to work with?" I thought to myself, dumbfound. I had never exactly been great with girls, let alone one like Michelle. It was actually kind of nice to hear, even if I couldn't wrap my head around why.
“Besides, it hasn’t even been a day and we already had to deal with a ghost. This job was technically supposed to be secretarial from the way it was explained to me.” Michelle continued.
I stood quietly for a moment, getting my thoughts in order.
“Yeah, I guess your right.” I nodded slightly, smiling back at her while trying not to seem overly enthusiastic by what she was saying.
“Alright then, well lets get these things back in the cell.”
“S-sure thing.” I said as I started to see a light green mist flow from out of the pants behind Michelle, immediately catching my attention. The strange wisp swirled about eerily, dancing through the air like a plastic bag in the wind. Without warning, the wisp suddenly darted at Michelle, expanding as it reached her. The incorporeal essence wrapped itself around her waist and legs, trying to envelop her lower half.
“Michelle!” I yelled.
“W-what?” Michelle jumped, panicked by the sudden outburst and somehow completely oblivious to the ghostly mist.
Michelle's face suddenly blushed as the mist crept across her thighs and crotch. Her expression almost seemed as if it felt slightly pleasurable, that is until the essence slithered through the toothed interlocks of her pants zipper. Michelle's expression quickly became that of being violated.
“G-GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!” Michelle yelped as she quickly stepped back in confusion and swatted at the enveloping mist. Despite her efforts however, she couldn’t drive her assailant back.
Though it was nothing more then a wisp, I could see every crease and indention in the leather as if something really had been touching it. The more alarming aspect of the situation was everywhere the mist went, left the pants with a strange green glow.
I wanted to help Michelle, but before I could close the gap between us the mist was gone. To both our surprise it and the unnatural glow on her pants suddenly disappeared from around Michelle as unexpectedly as it came, fading away from view.
“W-what the hell was that?” Michelle exclaimed, still blushing, now more heavily then before.
I quickly stepped over to her, having no idea what to say about what just transpired I simply ignored the question feeling it to be rather unimportant at this point. “Are you ok? What was it doing to you? You don’t feel weird or anything, do you?”
“No… I don’t think so. It was just… touching me.”
“Are you sure? What about your pants? The stuff just disappeared; it didn’t... w-well you know.” I trailed off, thinking about what could have possibly just happened. I found I had mixed feelings on the subject; on one hand my new friend could be a host to a spiritual force from the sixties; but on the other...
“They seem fine… wait, what do you mean, well you know, Travis?" Her tone quickly changed from that of nervousness to irritability.
"I-I mean, well... those pants were taken over by a ghost, so..."
"SO what? You mean possessed!? It better not have possessed them! These are my favorite pants, I spent $300 on them!”
“Look I was just curious! All I’m saying is we don’t know what just happened, and we are dealing with ghosts, so anything is a possibility.”
Michelle gave me a slight glare.
“I swear if you just jinxed me…”
“I-I’m sorry! We really need to just go get somebody who knows about this stuff and have them check you out.”
“I’m surprised you’re not volunteering for that.”
“Uh… I, umm… “
Michelle took a few steps away from me as I stammered from her last retort.
“Just look the other way for a moment alright, I’ll check myself out thank you very much.”
“… Ok.” I sighed, hoping to god I didn’t just piss her off.
Out of my peripheral vision I could see Michelle shaking her head at me before beginning her inspection. She put her hand down and slid it across her pelvic region, feeling the supple leather curiously. Unbuckling her chic, studded belt, she pulled down her zipper and began opening and closing it a few times before apparently satisfied with its function. Leaving the zipper down, Michelle gripped the sides of the center seam and started to run her thumbs across the outer and inner fabric line. Just as she finished and began to close her pants, the sides she held suddenly pulled from her grip, slipping the leather from between her fingers.
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