It was the dead of night and the villagers were trying their best to get a restless sleep. Gayer was tossing in her sheets forcing her eyes closed when she saw a blinking in her room. She opened her eyes to see the once dead alarm clock flashing the number 13.
Following a cold chill she jumped up to a shadow in the corner of her room.
"Dave!!" She said as evil Dave slowly walked out of the corner. "I didn't mean for you to be lynched!! I am sorry!! Please don't hurt me" gayer stuttered with her shaking hand slowly reaching under her pillow for her pistol.
"Don't worry sweet gayer" evil Dave said with a chuckle "I am not going to hurt you"
She made her move and 15 shots rang out as she mag dumped everything she and her Glock had towards evil Dave. When all the smoke settled, she slowly walked to where evil Dave stood, yet nothing was there besides a left over chill.
A rumble was felt a moment before she felt a strange warmth...as she looked down she realized her entire body less her head and the hand holding the gun was liquefied. As her head fell to the ground, the last few blinks of her life she saw Paula Dean slowly walking away.
As the villagers ran to the sounds of the shots they saw gayer's hand and head sitting atop her melted corpse.
A villager said "Wait, quiet!! Everyone shut up!!... Do you hear that??" The faint sound of gayer's voice could be heard, sounded like multiple voices slowing coming into one.
"I think she is trying to tell us something! Someone grab a pen and paper"
Gayer, the villager Poltergeist is dead... however, her voice lives on. Her findings will not be told publicly, just to her..it is up to her what she does with it.
It is now day