"Perfect," said Mike, over the sound of girl's melodic guitar playing. "The spirit is gone. Now what?"
Chris looked around the place, a dingy little bedsit in a rundown part of the city. "It's still here." He noticed that the girl was mumbling something, and knelt closer to hear.
"Help me." she sang, quietly to the rhythm of her playing. "Help. Me."
Chris looked at her tired eyes. "She's doing it," said Chris. "Her music is keeping the spirit back."
"What can we do?" said Mike.
Chris looked around at other instruments littering the room. "We join her," he said. "and banish the evil with an exorcism pitch."
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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...
