Little Red Ghost

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[atrb=background,http://i863.photobucket.com/albums/ab198/Orenji_Hana/Deviancy/RedBack.png] Red watched silently, huddled under the desk. This place always had a lot of people. Today there were not that many. That didn’t matter, because she didn’t like a lot of people. Cause then, some people saw her and others didn’t. She didn’t know why that happened. Most people looked at her in a weird way before running away, saying something about ghosts. People didn’t like her. She was not someone people liked. She really was invisible, especially to the head lady of this place. She had often heard her mumbling about ghosts and how they were scaring the customers. Red had tried, once, to correct the lady, but she hadn’t been able to talk very well. It only made things more bad. Before, the lady had thought it was her customers being strange, but when she heard Red talk she didn’t think so anymore. Yes, it was bad if Red talked to people. So Red didn’t talk. Very soon, everyone left. The lady changed the sign on the door, flipping it from one side to the other. Red wasn’t sure why but when the lady flipped it each morning people would come in. When she flipped it at night, no one would come in. Except Red. Standing up from her corner, she walked to the door in the back and reached for the knob. Still too short! Why couldn’t she get bigger like the lady? She could reach the door. And she could reach the food up on the top shelf of the fridge in the back. Running over to a tall stool, she dragged it to the door. She climbed up it so that she could get through the heavy door. Behind this door was the fridge, and inside there was food. She would need the stool to get the food too. All of the tasty stuff was up top. The lady had moved it because she had noticed things missing when she came in the morning. But that lady would see. Red couldn’t be teased like that. She was smart. She knew how to use things to get what she wanted. Finally reaching the fridge, she pulled it open. Pushing the chair up to it, she climbed it again. Her hands went around the can of coke, first. She knelt on the stool and used her teeth to pop open the tab. Putting it back after a long gulp, she reached for the cookies. These were good. Yes, they were very good. She would have a few of these and then maybe eat the sandwich one of the other ladies left. Tonight was a feast!

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[atrb=background,http://i687.photobucket.com/albums/vv235/Illia_the_Bat/Chimera%20Academy/Argusmiddle7.png] Apparently, no one understood how cool the daylight was. Sure, people loved the day, and that was when most people came out and bustled about town, going on with their pathetic mortal lives, bust despite it all it was just so very boring. The interesting ones only came out at night, and though there weren't many, they made up for it in other ways. Now why couldn't it be like that all the time? He never made the distinction between day and night; he would have just as much fun during either time. Then again, maybe the lack of people out at night was a good thing. Otherwise he may not be able to play some of his favorite games. Bounding through the empty streets, the small, black dog would cut in between the stores and homes, leaping at the side of a building just to disappear in the second before the collision and reappear inside. Still running, he wouldn't stop as he leaped for the opposite wall, disappearing and reappearing on the other side of that one as well. If there had been people in any of the homes that he'd jumped through, he took no notice of them, and he didn't stop to see if he could lessen - or heighten - the surprise and fear that he may have caused. He was much to busy for that, playing his new, makeshift game of hurdles. However, just as he jumped into another building, he stopped, claws screeching to a halt on the linoleum floor. He wasn't sure why he had stopped, but there was something there that caught his attention. Maybe it was because of that strange scent - a bit like decaying flesh and glue - that was still so fresh. Or maybe it was how that back door was open with strange noises coming out of it, though the store was obviously closed for the night. Large, green eyes scanned the room, like flashlights, to get a good idea of where he was. From all of the uncomfortable-looking clothing, hair products, and horribly-smelling perfumes, he gathered it was one of those "fashion" shop things. The ones people would obsess over and, on its own, not a very fun place to spend time. However, now there was a mystery to solve here. Oh, how he loved mysteries. They were his favorite genre. Slowly and deliberately, he moved closer to the door. The scent was growing stronger despite the sickening scent of the perfume that was trying to mask it. As he reached the door, he slipped his head around it, as if he was investigating an actual mystery and trying his best to remain unseen. He could see the room well enough, though, like the open fridge, and that stool in front of the fridge, and the- His ears perked up at once and he moved the rest of his body around the door so he could better examine the person resting on the stool. Well, less a person and more like a kid. Not that kids weren't people too, but in many cases they were better than regularly-sized people and therefore he decided to just call them better than people in general. That made no sense, but that was okay. That wasn't the point. The point was that there was a kid here and that was awesome. Looked like she was all alone too. That's how it always was in this town, apparently. The kids could just go off on their own. He chuckled to himself - well, as best as a dog could chuckle, that is - and then, remembering his manners, turned his eyes away from the kid. "Another one. Huh. Parents around here are so inattentive." Turning away, he sat upon the ground with his back to the kid. Absently, he began to lick his paw, stopping to nip at his claws every once in awhile. "If I had a kid, I wouldn't let them out after dark. There are monsters out there." Though he never had any trouble with those monsters, he had to assume that a weak, little child wouldn't be as able to defend his or herself. However, he simply couldn't understand what kind of sick person would want to harm such adorable, little mortals.

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[atrb=background,http://i863.photobucket.com/albums/ab198/Orenji_Hana/Deviancy/RedBack.png] Red gasped as she saw the small can of tuna in the very back. No. Way. They had actually left her something good! This was great! They never left meat! Oh, she liked the person who left this! Maybe they had noticed her? Maybe they had seen her watching them as they ate? Whatever the reason, it was here! Her small hands wrapped around the small container and she pulled it toward her. She frowned. It… wasn’t open? But, how was she supposed to open it? She didn’t know how to use that handled thingy with the sharp edges! Climbing down from the stool, she looked at the small cylinder. Her eyes started to water. Why? Why did this have to happen? She had found something so good, and she had gotten so excited but… here it was, and she couldn’t reach it. With a frustrated scream, she threw it at the open door. Bouncing off, it rolled into the other room. She gasped. There was… how did a dog get inside? She liked dogs, but… her shoulders drooped. He probably couldn’t see her either. Some dogs could, some couldn’t, and this one probably couldn’t. she wasn’t sure what made her think that, but with the way her night had been going… Turning back to the fridge, she grabbed the coke out of the door and then shut it. The light in the room vanished. She walked into the other room to get the tuna. Maybe she could find some way to open it… She had an idea! What if she took it out of the store with her and then some nice lady at a house could open it for her? They might even have more meat for her to eat. People didn’t like to see her on the streets, they said. She didn’t believe them; they all left her, in the end. Her bare feet squeaked on the floor as she walked to the door. She watched the dog carefully, making sure he didn’t see her. Wait… maybe he did see her. His head wasn’t cocked to the side. Most dogs thought the random sounds were strange so they would look for them. Not this dog. He wasn’t curious at all. Maybe he was just old. And deaf. But… if he was deaf it wouldn’t hurt to talk to him. If he couldn’t see her, and he couldn’t hear her, there was no way he could tell that she was there. The only thing she couldn’t do was touch him. That was fine; she didn’t have to touch him. Just talking to him would be okay. Oh wait! The tuna! He would be able to see the tuna! Quickly and quietly putting it on the floor, she walked over to him. ”Hey doggie…” She sat down on the tile close to where he was and smiled up at him. ”I bet you’re a bad doggie. I think your mommy is worried about you.” She smiled to herself, imagining the happy owner petting her lost, now found, dog. She sniffled. She wanted her mommy… mommy had died, and daddy had died. They didn’t want her enough to stay here with her. They had left her. They hadn’t loved her. It wasn’t fair. Even this puppy had someone that cared about him. She smiled at the dog. ”My mommy is gone, so you hurry back to your own mommy, okay?” Feeling as if her duty was done, she stood up to leave. Oh wait! Her tuna!