Blame The Goth Girl Vol. 1: In the Beginning There Was Bauhaus
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Onyx can smell evil. No one; not even werewolves, wendigos, or vampires, can hide from her once they've committed a crime. When Onyx’s paranormal investigation of a local haunting triggers the death of a divorced mother, she is cut short by the provocative Detective Elliot Stevens. Now she must either tempt Elliot astray from his clean-cut, straight-edged path or change her apathetic ways and learn the truth about who and what she is — before what she doesn't know can kill her.
Follow Onyx as the ever-evolving mysteries unfold, revealing answers while at the same time, bringing about more questions as to her true purpose.
Each volume leaves you hungering for answers while satiating the desire for depth and understanding.
Bettina Busiello
Bettina Busiello is a dreamer by nature with an eccentric sense of humor. She spends most of her waking hours either spinning yarns, venturing online games or cuddling her cat October. She lives in Vermont where she is surrounded by enough fresh air to make her slightly high (which explains a lot).
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Blame The Goth Girl Vol. 1 - Bettina Busiello
Blame The Goth Girl
Vol. 1
In the Beginning There Was Bauhaus.
By Bettina Busiello
Copyright © 2015 Bettina Busiello
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Cover Design by Jacob Mathews
Editing by Katherine Tate
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Acknowledgements
Chapter 1
Onyx
The EMF squealed. There was definitely something here.
… Or it could be a loose wire. That was the problem with these devices; how unreliable they could be.
What is it?
Mrs. Sanders asked.
I’m not sure yet.
I looked around and sniffed the air. Another unreliable tool; my sense of smell. Sometimes it was sharp and instant; other times, it was muddled by the scents of those around me. Having Mrs. Sanders in my presence made it more difficult to get a read. "If this place is haunted—"
It is. You have to help me. My daughter refuses to stay with me and it’s affecting my custody case.
Mrs. Sanders held her hand to her face in worry.
I always hated it when things got too emotional. Why couldn’t there be more frat house hauntings? At least there I could get good weed… and a little strange. I sighed. I can stay the night if you want me to.
She eyed me. I could see the look of desperation overtaking the fact she was seeing a miscreant before her eyes. Jet black hair and thick eye liner framing pale skin might be something people could ignore in passing, but I was in her home— her place of sanctuary. On top of which, I wore my Pennywise the clown shirt for this little gig. Of course my appearance wouldn’t help my case… or hers, if she continued with the judgmental looks.
"Listen, I’m not going to take anything. You came to me for help, remember? I turned off the EMF and set it in my duffel bag.
This is what I do… you can either trust me or judge me. Up to you."
She sighed. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—
It’s okay. I’m used to it.
I set my bag down. It’s almost eight. I can stay tonight or come back tomorrow.
Please, now. It has to be now. The custody hearing is on Monday.
Alright then.
I sat on her daughter’s bed. Guess we’re having a slumber party. Got anything to eat?
She narrowed her eyes at me for a moment before nodding. Yeah. I can whip up something really fast, I suppose.
****
I set up the motion sensor, temperature gauge, and night vision camera. This was going to be a long night.
Judging by the décor of the daughter’s room, she had to be somewhere between ten and twelve. Still young enough to be a little girl’s room, but old enough for a girl preparing to enter teenage life. Though the amount of pink was astounding.
After I adjusted the levels on my equipment, I took a better look around. At least she was a fan of Hello Kitty; we could relate there. The flip side of that was, I wasn’t very good at talking to children.
There was a knock at the door. Anything?
Mrs. Sanders asked.
Not yet. Most paranormal activity either takes place in the dead of night or at a relevant time in which something extreme happened. Take the Alamo for instance: a lot of the action took place during the day, so stories throughout the years say many of the ghosts are spotted in broad daylight.
I see.
She didn’t look to be one for a history lesson.
I chewed on the inside of my lower lip, in an effort to search my mind for ideas on keeping the information flowing. Do you notice any activity when your daughter isn’t around?
Yes. I’ll occasionally hear thumping or banging whenever I’m downstairs in the kitchen. I’d come up to look but find nothing.
At least we can rule out a poltergeist, they tend to follow children… and young children at that.
You mean like the movie? I thought that was a bunch of Hollywood bologna.
She arched a brow; the hint of her earlier judgmental look still lingered.
I chuckled at her use of bologna. She definitely had that mom tone
going on. Pretty much, though poltergeists are very real and they tend to stick to the person they’re haunting.
"Well I hope you know what you’re doing. I’m going to bed. Goodnight… Onyx." The way she said my name seemed a little sarcastic.
Sleep tight, Mrs. Sanders.
I had a habit of responding to sarcasm with some of my own, though I tried to work on my social etiquette when it came to clients. This time, I couldn’t resist a little Vincent Price
in my tone.
Midnight finally rolled around and still no peep from the equipment. I checked the levels again. Outside of a normal temperature drop, nothing. What a bust.
Most hauntings turned out to be complete bullshit like leaky pipes; but I was sure this was something. Mrs. Sanders was a rational person who only came to me out of desperation. She had a lot riding on resolving this.
I looked into the mirror to see if my necklace had changed color. Yet another unreliable tool. As awesome as Aunt Belinda’s intentions were, every tool of the trade she handed down to me never seemed to work properly when I needed it to. In this case, my jade amulet. It had a tendency to go black when something paranormal was about to go down. I say tendency though what I really mean is once… only once had it done that.
I tapped it. This thing on?
I asked with a giggle.
Speaking of black, my eyeliner looked uneven. I went back to my duffel bag to grab my makeup pouch when the sound of the EMF blasted through the bag, startling me. I was sure I had turned it off. I pulled it out and took a look at it. Not only was it on, but the needle was going crazy. Without wasting another second, I checked the temperature gauge and the motion sensor. Still nothing. I flipped off the lights and turned on the night vision camera. Not a damned thing.
Rather than deal with a screeching EMF in the dark, I turned the lights back on and walked around the room with it, trying to pick up the strongest point—which happened to be the closet. Of course it would be the fucking closet.
I took a deep breath and flung open the door, batting the clothes around in an effort to stave off a jump scare. Even in movies, they were a ridiculous and an unnecessary tactic used as an excuse for lazy storytelling. The last thing I needed was to have them in my real life. A wispy puff of white formed in front of my face as I slowly exhaled. Uh oh. The insistent beeping of the temperature gauge confirmed the air had chilled.
Okay, buddy. I don’t know what you want, but you need to leave this nice lady and her daughter alone.
A quick mirror check showed my necklace was still green. Thanks, Aunt Belinda,
I muttered, sarcastically.
Now it was time for the big guns. I went back to my bag to grab the kosher salt and sage. Per the instructions left to me by my aunt, I sprinkled some salt in all four corners of the room and lit the sage. Though I didn’t believe in any set religion, any time I burned the sage, I made the sign of the cross with it via air symbols. Sage was a Native American tactic while the symbol of the cross represented more of a Catholic type. Whenever I had the chance, I’d combine as many relevant religions as I could in one action… just in case.
As I finished the last corner, the temperature went back to normal and the EMF went completely silent.
Dealing with ghosts isn’t as extreme as one would think. If you come in with a plan and have some sense of what to do, most of the time you can get rid of it yourself without having to elicit the assistance of a paranormal investigator.
Just like STDs, most of them can be avoided by using preventative measures. In this case, I tell new home owners to sprinkle salt and burn sage before moving in… or at least soon after. The local real estate office has banned me from the premises for this very reason. When I first started on this little endeavor, I’d hand my card out to everyone entering or exiting the building. Printed on the front was my name and number; on the back, a supernatural check list for new home ownership. I was nine.
I’m thirty now… and the ban is still in effect.
My aunt told me to wear it like a badge of honor.
Well, my work here is done,
I said in a mock-southern accent. Still, I decided to stay the rest of the night, just in case.
When I woke up the next morning, I checked the night vision camera recording to catch any reoccurrences of our little ghost. Nada.
Mrs. Sanders knocked on the door. How was it? Anything?
Yeah. You definitely had a ghost,
I said.
Really?
She looked distraught.
I took care of it.
I reached into my bag and handed her the remainder of the sage and salt. Hold onto this. You may need to reapply the salt in the corners if you vacuum in here. If something happens again, burn the sage in each corner of the room, making the sign of the cross, starting with the southeast corner and ending with the southwest.
She looked confused as I handed her the items.
Seriously though. I’m pretty sure I took care of your problem.
Alright.
She seemed unconvinced. How much do I owe you?
The way she asked made me feel guilty. I had taken care of her problem, but there was no way I could prove that without looking like a charlatan. I sighed. Don’t worry. You don’t have to give me anything… unless you wanna pay for the sage and salt, which came out of my own pocket.
I’m pretty sure her financial situation was fairly grim since she was dealing with the legal system.
It’s fine. I’ll have a check for you when you’re ready.
I packed my things and went downstairs. She was waiting for me by the door.
The check was for fifty dollars. If people ask, I tell them I charge by the hour and it’s usually twenty-five unless it’s an all-nighter— then I charge a $200 flat fee for the night plus out-of-pocket expenses. In certain cases, I’ll go lower. Most of the time, I leave empty handed since most of my calls are of a