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Stockholm Ghostbusters: Part 2

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Previously: A mismatched band of ghost hunters waits for a call from the Stockholm Vikings, after it was announced that the team would move into a haunted arena. A construction worker encounters a strange being. 

 

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It glimmered for only a second, but that was long enough. "Over there!" shouted Olaf as he darted down the darkened corridor toward the visitor's locker room, his thunderous footsteps echoing throughout the whole Köttbulle arena. Ted followed clumsily behind, carrying with him all the sophisticated ghost-detection equipment they could afford. With one hand, Ted recorded, in grainy night-vision, the trek into the tunnel. With the other, he held onto the P.K.E. meter that had been MacGyvered together using a tuning fork, a bent spoon, three nine volt batteries and a Cam Fowler rookie card. "Oh man," Ted said ominiously for the camera. "Fowler is starting to glow. There's a ghost close."

 

    This is Olga.  Yeah, me too.

 

In another section of the building, the Adonis-like Sven was putting his clothes back on. Olga, the always-ready former model, was panting slowly. "That was...," her voice trailed off in ecstasy. "I just love these haunted adventures," purred Olga. "How long do you think before those other two catch on?" Sven didn't answer. He slipped on his shirt and started walking towards the bleachers they were supposed to be investigating.

 

Every time the ghostbusters got a call, Ted and Olaf would run amuck doing whatever there was to be done, and Sven and Olga would find a dark corner.  Then, when they were both satisfied, they'd show up to put together all the clues that the other two had found, thus solving the mystery. Ted and Olaf had yet to catch on to the system. Even if Ted ever did discover, and possibly want a better cut, he'd be easy to bribe with drugs. He wasn't the brightest.  He thought a hockey card and some batteries could detect psycho-kinetic energy. 

 

Sven got to the edge of the bleachers and looked over. It had only been four days since the "malevolent entity" had allegedly attacked a construction worker, throwing him from the second floor bleachers to the pit below.  The workers hadn't been back since. Sven looked down and saw the a pool of dried blood where the ice would eventually go. For a 'ghostbuster', he wasn't very superstitious, but he couldn't imagine that boded too well for a new team. 

 

That being said, Sven just didn't believe the story. The construction worker was a drunk, and everyone knew it. His story was probably the result of a terrible game of telephone. He had probably just slipped over the railing, and somehow, in his drunken stupor, thought he saw something. What that thing was had probably changed a half dozen times between his chat with the paramedics, his boss, the accident report and the amateur reporters who thought they had an interesting take on a sports story. Sven had done this enough times to feel certain there was something else at work. Unfortunately, he was also wrong. 

 

"Hey!" yelped Olga way behind him, interrupting Sven's thought process. "I just told you I need a break." Sven turned around quickly and raced back to where he had left her. He found Olga reclining with her eyes closed, and her once-elated expression had turned a little sour. 

"Ölga, what happen? I was outside."

"Yeah right."

"No, really. I..." he froze. "Olga, loök out!"

The model opened her eyes, then gasped, quickly covering what she could of herself.  Standing between them was a shimmering hockey player in an Iron Eagles uniform, his jersey emblazoned with the number 8. 

 

Sven did what any half-brained neanderthal would do and dove screaming at the man. "Olga, save yourself!" Sven's muscled body tore through the air and he levelled his shoulder for the blow. It was then that Olga screamed, not because of the hockey player, but because Sven was now flying through the air toward her -having come through the shimmering man in between them. 

 

"Cut that out!" shouted the ghost.  "It feels funny."

Sven crashed into the ground, narrowly missing Olga. "You!" he gasped. "You hurt the construction worker."

"No," said the ghost. "It wasn't me. I'm Tukka Reikkinen. I'm here to help you."

"Then what IS the danger?" asked Olga, eyeing the hockey player a lot more closely. Her hands fall away from herself, intentionally exposing her form. Then, they heard Ted scream.

 

The spooky corridor leading to the Visitor's Locker Room

 

Ted and Olaf heard Olga's scream echo down the long corridor from which they had come. "Olaf! Lets go. There's a ghost near by. I think the ghost has Olga!" Ted's glassy eyes widened and he swung the camera around, the glowing Fowler rookie card visible in the bottom left corner of the frame. The ghost, apparently, did not have Olga, because it stood glowing in the dark corridor from which they had come. 

 

"Hi there boys," growled the glowing figure. "I'm glad you could join me.  My name is Pensfan101."

 

 

To Be Continued, Again.

Edited December 8, 2014 by pxzero

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