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       The Case of Evelyn West (Week 1)
       By: BIGDoor82 Date: January 13, 2025, 5:54 am
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       Seth Vaughn[br]Charos
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       />boundaries which divide Life from Death[br]are at best shadowy
       and vague.[br]Who shall say where the one ends,[br]and where the
       other begins?"[br]-Edger Allen Poe
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       Hollowed One | NYC | Private Detective
       Speaker with the Dead | Potent Blood
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       I’m sitting in my new office in Manhattan. I finally managed to
       get everything set up, and hired a receptionist to take my calls
       and make appointments for me. They’re young, but hopefully good
       at their job. I’m at my desk, looking over potential cases. It’s
       the usual mostly. A woman wants her husband investigated because
       she’s worried he’s cheating, a man wants his daughter’s
       boyfriend followed because he’s worried he might be up to no
       good. You know, normal Sleeper ****.
       “Well ain’t you handsome.” I hear the words and look up from the
       files. It’s a blonde woman, dressed like a 1920s flapper.
       That’s…interesting. She looks me up and down for a moment, not
       realizing I can see her. I stare her in the eyes. “Can I help
       you?” I ask, and it dawns on her that I can, in fact, see her
       leering at me. She takes in a breath sharply in surprise, not
       that she needs to. I know she’s a ghost because the receptionist
       wouldn’t have let her in, and I would have heard her come
       through the door…
       ”You can see me?” She asks predictably. “I can. Is there
       something I can help you with?” I ask the ghost. She is still
       stunned and needs time to collect herself, which I give her.
       Then she excitedly exclaims, “You can see me!”. It’s not an
       unusual response to my ability to see and interact with the
       dead. “You can solve my murder!” I say excitedly. I smile a bit
       at her. From the looks of her, her murder was almost a hundred
       years ago. The chances of me being able to solve it are…slim, at
       best. Still, I’m willing to try.
       “Slow down. Tell me who you are first.” I say to her, It takes
       her a moment to realize she hasn’t properly introduced herself.
       She adjusts herself, standing a little taller. “Evelyn West.”
       She says proudly. “This used to be my home.” She motions to the
       building my office is in. “Now I just haunt the place.” She says
       with a laugh. “I was murdered in the basement back in ‘27. My
       boyfriend at the time, a jerk named Victor Greyson, cut my heart
       out for some satanic ritual or something like that.” She tells
       me. I’m listening closely to her story. This Victor sounds like
       a real piece of ****. I jot his name down in my notebook, as
       well as her’s.
       She tells me she believes her heart is what’s keeping her from
       moving on. I have no reason to not believe her. So, the case;
       find the heart of Evelyn West so that she can pass on to
       whatever afterlife there is for her. “Okay, Evelyn, I’ll take
       your case.” I say with a smile and she grins happily, then hands
       me what looks like an iron coin with a skull stamped on it. It’s
       an Obolus, a human soul used as currency in the Shadowlands.I
       hadn’t expected that… “Thank you, Mr.?” She says, waiting for me
       to give her my name. “Call me Charos.” I told her. “Thank you,
       Mr. Charos.” She says, and turns to walk through the wall to
       do…whatever it is she’s going to do…
       I guess I have a case…
       *Two days later*
       I decided I’d start with the library. See if there were any new
       articles from the time with useful information on the death of
       Evelyn West. There was. Evelyn was a known party girl. Most
       people liked her according to the article, and it was a shock
       when she was so viciously murdered. According to the article she
       was well known in the jazz club community. One place
       specifically, a place called Betty’s. It was an old speakeasy
       founded in the 20s. In Evelyn’s time it was a new club. It’s
       been a hundred years since its doors opened. I bet there’s more
       than a few ghosts in that place. Maybe one or two who know
       something. I’ll need to go there soon.
       There’s something else in the article as well. A picture of
       Victor Greyson, Evelyn’s boyfriend. Something about it nags at
       me, but I can’t quite figure out what, so I take a picture of it
       with my phone, just in case it’s useful later. I grab an image
       of Evelyn as well. Some people are better with faces than names.
       That includes the restless dead…
       My next stop is the police department. This is a hundred year
       old cold case, but they might let me, as a licensed private
       detective, see the files on Evelyn’s murder. This is assuming
       they still have those files. It’s almost a guarantee that
       they’re paper, and haven’t been put into the computer. Which
       means hours of rummaging through old files in a basement storage
       room.
       *The next day*
       Surprisingly, the police department had no problem with me
       looking for this file. They wanted to know why, of course. I
       told them a distant relative of Evelyn West had me looking into
       it for her. Some college kid doing a genealogy report. They
       bought it, and let me look for her file. I was watched the
       entire time I was there, and they offered zero help.
       Lucky for me? I used to be a cop. I’m familiar with digging
       through old cold case files and it doesn’t take long to find
       what I’m looking for. Let’s be honest, it wasn’t just
       skill…there was a lot of luck involved. I made copies of the
       file, and took pictures of any physical evidence they’d had. A
       ritual knife with a silver skull hilt and rubies inset in the
       skull's eyes, with a tear shaped ruby pommel. Very gaudy, very
       1920s occultist chic. There was also some kind of amulet with
       the same skull and ruby design.
       I recognize these tools. They’re Necromancer’s tools. It seems
       Mr Greyson was into more than just plan old occult rituals. He
       was into dark magic. The kind of stuff that damages one’s soul…
       This case just got a lot more ominous… It makes me wonder what
       he could want with Evelyn’s heart, and knowing what I know about
       necromancy…it could be something truly heinous…
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