"Pride," said Chris. "Blind, stupid pride."
Mike looked down at the body of the deceased bride. "You knew her?"
Chris knelt and closed her eyes. "Worked with her a couple of times before I was institutionalised. Deadly with a crossbow. Made me laugh."
"I'm sorry, buddy," said Mike.
"I told her this church was dangerous but she just smiled."
There came a twisted cackling from the other end of the empty church hall. Two hovering ghosts materialised, flowing white dresses, veils masking their faces.
"So how are we gonna catch these then?" said Mike.
Chris rose, fists clenched. "Oh no, my friend. I'm going to destroy these ghosts without prejudice."
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Chris And Mike vs The World
ParanormalMike's life is as boring as they come. Miserable job. A family that hates him. He's going nowhere, fast. And then his old school friend Chris is released from a mental institute and left in his care. While Mike tries to find someone to take Chris of...
