Not the first, yet the first with results

Rumour had it if one took a candle into the mansion, not a flashlight, the ghosts wouldn’t come after.

This was lies. Blatant lies. He bit down on nothing. A bad habit of all of the years he had smoked. Now he watched the mansion burn. Again. He took his crew up to keep the place from burning up. They managed to get there fast, this time.

“Do we have a culprit?” he asked officer McKenzie.

She had the same expression as he, just without the obvious desire for a cigarette. “Two thirteen year old boys.”

“Find any ghosts before they decided to light the place up?” He wasn’t sure how much of him was joking. He wasn’t really a humorous person. She wasn’t either. At least, not on duty.

“About that.”

She held up a phone. In his thick gloves, he took it up and peered at the screen. “Well I’ll be damned.”

So many times he had put out fires in this place. And there was photographic evidence of something that was supposed to be a ghost.

Normal is an opinion

She saw him on the dance floor. Not sure when, but it had to be early on. There was no meeting of eyes. He had been around, she had been around, and at some point they were dancing together more often then not.

It was the most fun she’d had here in ages and they hadn’t exchanged a single word. When the police burst in and suddenly ushered him away, it left her feeling very confused.

“Typical,” her friend snorted. “You start to like a guy and the cops take him away.”

“I… don’t think that’s typical.”