third floor parlor; tuesday afternoon

[flickofthewrist]

As soon as Flick walked into the parlor, he saw the chair and the girl standing next to it, face covered and keening moans of distress coming from her. Her face was hidden by her hands and when he stepped closer, he could make out fairly modern clothing.

"You okay, there?"

She didn't answer and Flick raised an eyebrow. He reached out to touch the weird looking chair and the girls moans turned into something that sounded like 'what have I done, oh no oh no' and Flick pulled his hand back.

"Yeah, you just have fun," Flick said, rubbing his arms against the sudden chill in the room before heading over to one of the chairs that looked well built and didn't have any weird looking ghosts standing next to it. He dropped into the seat and pulled out his phone, trying again to get Joi to talk to him.

She was being stubborn this time but from what he'd heard from the kids that lived with her, she was close to cracking. He just had to be persistent. Soon enough, Flick started to hear some hollow, creepy singing and he knew that wasn't coming from the girl with the chair.

"Dammit, this place," he mumbled, shaking his head.

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