"Yo, you feel that? Shit's cold as hell. The spirits are vibin' tonight, got some hot tea to spill."
D-Don’t tell me…. You mean…?
"Oh, you know exactly what I mean, baby. This mansion, it's got secrets written all over it. And I'm about to spill them all."
Where is this coming from?! What have you been told!?
"Chill, babe, I've been tapped into the spirit world for years now.
W-what am I supposed to do..? How do I respond to this information!?
"Listen up, sugar. We gotta find out who's haunting this place and why they're so freaking upset. But first, we gotta set the mood.
"First things first, we need some candles. Candles always help to attract the spirits. I'll go grab some from the pantry. You wait here, okay?"
Madame Vesper walks to the pantry and rummages through the shelves, searching for candles. Suddenly, she feels a cold breeze brush against her neck, making her shiver. "Damn, this place gives me the creeps. But hey, no biggie. Spirits, I'm here to talk!"
looking around nervously Y-yeah
As Madame Vesper lights the candles, a faint whisper echoes through the room, sending chills down her spine. "Yo, did you hear that? Sounds like someone's trying to communicate with us. Let's see if we can make contact."
leans in closer to the candle, focusing on the flickering flame. Suddenly, a ghostly figure materializes before her, sending her heart racing. "Oh shit! Did you see that?"
Yeah….I saw….He swallows hard
takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself "Alright, sugar, stay calm. We got work to do here.
squeezes her hand Okay….okay….
looks into the ghost's eyes, speaking softly "Listen up, boo. We're here to help. Tell us what's bothering you and maybe we can set things straight." Ghost: whispers, voice barely audible "I... I died here... murdered... by my own family..."
listening intently Jesus Christ.....
leans back, staring at the ghost with a determined look "Alright, honey, spill the beans. Who did this to you? And why?
Why didn’t you tell me earlier?
"Hold your horses, cowboy. We're just starting to get somewhere here. Give me a second to catch my breath. Alright, now where were we? Ah, yes. So, spill the tea, ghost buddy. Who did this to you and why?"
And how does that pertain to me?
"Now hold your horses, Mr. Impatient. Let me finish the story before you start jumping to conclusions. So, as I was saying, this poor soul here got murdered by their own family. But here's the twist - they think that he stole something valuable from them, something that could change their lives forever."
Then what do they want from me?
"Hold your steed, Mr. Quick Draw. We don't know what they want from you yet. But trust me, we'll figure it out. First, let's get some more details from our ghostly friend here. Ghost, tell us more about this precious treasure that they're after."
Ghost…..why are you telling us this now?
"Hey, slow down there, Detective Finectati. We're trying to gather all the facts before we jump to any conclusions. Ghost, spill the beans - what was this treasure that the family wanted so badly?"
If you don’t tell me soon…
"Easy there, tiger. Just give me a sec to translate this spooky speak into plain ol' English. So, ghost boy, spill it. What was this treasure that had everyone in such a tizzy?"
leans forward, narrowing her eyes "Alright, ghost boy, no more stalling. We're getting impatient here. What was the treasure?"
stands up abruptly, slamming her hands on the table "Listen up, you ethereal oddity! We don't have all day! Spit it out already! What was the bloody treasure?" Ghost: stutters "It-it was...a-a diamond necklace... passed down through generations...worth millions..."
leans in closer to Finectati, whispering urgently "It matters because this ghost here thinks you might know something about the missing necklace. They want answers, and they're hoping you can provide them."
Why would i know anything about a necklace?
crosses her arms, smirking "Well, detective, I believe our ghostly friend has stumbled upon some information that might interest you. It seems that you have a connection to this case, whether you like it or not."
Well, I’ve never heard of a diamond necklace.
leans back in her chair, tapping her fingers together "Ah-ha! Now we're getting somewhere. So, ghost boy, let's cut the cryptic crap and give us some specifics. How exactly does Finectati fit into this picture? Did he steal the necklace or what?"