'Condos of the Damned’. That’s what they should have called this place. Oh, it looked normal enough, if you were a normal person. Regular, newly built condo block, one of several that had popped up along the main street as the downtown core crawled its way further up the city. It had a marble lobby lit by a midcentury modern chandelier and recessed lights, decorated with a few plants in the corners.
There was no security guard, because it wasn’t that upscale, but there was a code or fob key needed for the door. Regular trundling elevator that smelled either of wet dog or cigarette smoke or weed. Regular layout of apartments, varying between two and three bedrooms with a living room that flowed into a dining room and a kitchen with too little counter space but goodly amount of cupboards. Requisite amount of windows and balconies.
Like I said, normal place for normal people.
But I’m not normal. I’m a medium, a real one, and when I looked at this condo, all I could see was the infestation of ghosts haunting the place. What’s worse, they were all on the verge of becoming poltergeists, the way ghosts that have been around too long tend to do. If something wasn’t done, this benign infestation of ghosts would upgrade into a horde of violent spirits.
And when they did…well then, every tenant would be damned.
prompt #757 from awesomewritingprompts.tumblr.com
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