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PREVIEW: Paranormal Deertective #1: The Laundry Room Haunting SUMMARY: Elmer's a deer down on his luck with a passion for the paranormal, Finnick's a single sheep dad trying to take care of his son, Finley, and Liam's a young rooster who's the new kid in town. When Elmer's elderly neighbour starts speaking of a ghost haunting the apartment's laundry room, the four of them work to solve this paranormal case, all with the help of an authorless book specialized in contacting the dead. WORD COUNT: 734 PREVIEW IMAGE:

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The door, greyed with age, screeched loudly in a way that made Liam cringe out of fear of being caught. Once Finley swung it open, they were greeted by the sight of a dark, dusty room, cobwebs littering every available space on the ceiling. There were books scattered everywhere, tossed haphazardly into random piles, although there were some stuffed into cubbies with no particular care.

While Finley proceeded to walk in, Liam instinctively went to flick on the lights. Despite flicking the switch up…and down, and up, and repeating that several times in rapid succession, there was no response from the ceiling lights aside from the dimmest flicker.

“Don’t bother,” Finley eventually told him, “They don’t work. Just leave the door open.”

Liam wasn’t particularly fond of that idea given that it’d make it far more likely for the teachers to catch them, but he wasn’t fond of being stuck in the dark in a creepy room, either. So he did as Finley said, and moved on.

Glancing around at the mess, Liam was both puzzled and a little disturbed. He really wasn’t sure if it was the knowledge that he wasn’t meant to be there or the decrepit condition of the room or both. Whatever the case, he felt uneasy. However, he couldn’t deny that he also found himself incredibly fascinated.

“Why does the school even have this place?” he asked genuinely.

Finley shrugged his shoulders. “No clue. They got lots of books here, though.”

Hesitant but morbidly curious, Liam approached one of the tall book stacks (well, more like a book pile. Or perhaps even a book hill). When his foot tapped against something on the floor, he instinctively looked down, finding a book at his feet.

Kneeling, Liam picked two books up, the dim lighting requiring him to squint to read the titles.

“‘The Health Benefits of Recycled Teeth?’” Looking at the book in his opposite hand, he lifted it closer to his face to read it better. “‘Top Ten Bugs That You Eat in Your Sleep.’”

“That one’s kinda boring,” Finley said casually. He appeared preoccupied with looking through the cubbies, clearly searching for something.

Liam quickly put down the books with an unsettled expression, as though they were burning his hands (which, frankly, with such cursed titles as that, it wouldn’t surprise him if they did).

“Why do they even have these?” Liam questioned. “Who would read this stuff?”

“Me,” Finley replied at once.

“But why?”

“I think they’re neat.”

Finley then pulled out a book, holding it out to Liam to show him.

“This one’s my personal favourite,” said Finley.

Curiosity still evident in his gaze, as though he’d already forgotten the absurdity of the last couple of titles, Liam took the book from Finley’s hands and read it:

“‘How to Contact the Dead?’”

Turning the book in his hands, Liam tried to find any sort of other text on the book’s leather bound cover.

“There’s not even an author,” he observed.

“I know. Cool, right?” Although Finley’s voice was fairly monotone, the excitement in his voice was still evident, complete with his fluffy tail wagging.

“It’s very mysterious.”

Liam’s curiosity persisted, and he decided to flip through some of its pages. A brief glance of its contents

showed that the book contained a lot of large words — definitely ones that weren’t elementary level — and written in a version of English that wasn’t exactly modern.

From what Liam could understand, it appeared to be very meticulous in its instructions. The author — whoever they might have been — was trying really hard to sell this whole ‘ghosts are real’ thing.

“Do you think any of it’s actually real?” Liam asked earnestly.

Finley merely shrugged. “Dunno. I’ve never encountered a ghost before to really confirm.”

“Do you want to?”

“If given the opportunity, I would take it, yes.”

Liam eyed the pages once more, then decided to hand it back to Finley at last.

“I don’t know if I’d want to see one,” Liam said decisively. “Sounds kinda scary.”

“They’re not that scary,” Finley said casually, “They’re just dead people.”

Liam shuddered, his feathers puffing up as he echoed in disbelief, “JUST dead people?”

“Yeah. I mean, they’re probably just like me and you, only deader.”

“And you’re okay with that? That thought doesn’t freak you out at all?”

“No. I’m not really scared of anything.”

“Huh. Wish that were me.”

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Dissatisfied and suspicious, Mr. Ludwig grunted. He then placed his hands on his hips disapprovingly. “I swear, that lady…she’s the reason I even gotta deal with all this plumbin’ crap, you know that?”

Having heard this rant many times before, Elmer resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

“How so?” he asked, despite knowing what Mr. Ludwig was going to say already.

“All of her rambling about darn ghosts is scarin’ the tenants off! Blabberin’ on about them livin’ in the pipes. Y’know, I bet any money the Smiths left ‘cause of her.”

What the landlord said was true — a few tenants had left since Mr. Ludwig started working on the plumbing and the washing machine. And it was true, many were aware of Mrs. Jennings’ superstitions. But she most certainly was not the cause of them leaving, this much Elmer knew.

With as much innocence as he could possibly muster, Elmer asked, “Didn’t the Smiths’ toilet suddenly overflow several times in a week?”

“Everyone gets toilet trouble here an’ there, Elmer.” (Elmer tried not to think about how poorly Mr. Ludwig worded that.) “Nobody ever packs up an’ leaves ‘cause of it! That old ding-a-ling got in their ear and frightened ‘em off!”

“Aw, c’mon, Mr. Ludwig, that’s not fair. Mrs. Jennings is a sweet lady!”

This earned him a sharp glare from the boar. “And you,” he said suddenly, jabbing a finger at him.

If Elmer’s arms weren’t preoccupied with holding the laundry basket, he would’ve gestured to himself as he said in confusion, “Me?”

“You keep enabling her! You think I don’t hear ya’, always feedin’ into her delusions? All ‘cause, what, you’re some kinda ghost fanatic?”

Elmer blinked, genuinely taken aback by the accusations; Mr. Ludwig had never been particularly kind regarding his interest in the paranormal, but he always seemed to view it as nothing more than a harmless annoyance. This was the first time he actually attacked him for it.

Elmer finally put down his laundry basket, placing a hand on his chest as he said, “I’m not trying to enable her, Mr. Ludwig! I’m just tryin’ t’ entertain a li’l old lady, that’s all. She lives on her own, y’know — she doesn’t have many people to talk to—"

“Pah!” Mr. Ludwig interrupted him. “There are a thousand and one other things you can talk about with old people. Ask ‘em what they ate for breakfast, they could go on a tangent ‘bout it for hours — maybe even tell ya’ ‘bout what they had fifty years ago. Doesn’t need to be about ghosts!”

“C’mon, Mr. Ludwig—"

“No, YOU come on, Elmer! I’ve had enough between the two of ya’s but especially from you! After I get this darn thing fixed, I don’t wanna hear anymore of it, got it!? Zip! Zero!”

Elmer watched as his landlord stormed back up the stairs, momentarily frozen in place out of intimidation, then eventually shook it off. ‘Annoyed’ always seemed to be Mr. Ludwig’s default state, so Elmer chalked it up to him being in a particularly bad mood. Frankly, he pitied Mr. Ludwig — how awful must it be to be that unpleasant about everything all the time?

Exhaling a patient sigh, he picked his basket back up, once again moving to leave the building. He absentmindedly spared a glance towards the laundry room door— and looked at it with his ears perked straight up in surprise.

The cake crumbs were gone.

Making sure Mr. Ludwig was gone with a brief glance towards the stairs, Elmer then put his basket down again and got to his knees, lowering himself close to the floor. Squinting, he observed closely, trying to find any sign of them — after all, he could have simply overlooked them — but no, they were definitely gone. Not even a single speck remained.

Furthermore, upon closer inspection, there seemed to be a small puddle of water that trailed underneath the door. He definitely hadn’t seen it before.

Getting to his hooves, Elmer (after sparing yet another cautious glance) opened the door and peered inside. It was rather drab-looking, but then again what else could he expect from a laundry room? The landlord removed things from it to make space for the plumber and left it mostly vacant, leaving only the washing machine and dryer left.

That being said, he couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary. He did, however, spot that the trail led to the machine. He slowly walked beside it, approaching the machine carefully. He saw a hint of liquid creeping from underneath the closed lid. Slowly, he extended a hand to open it—

CLUNG-CLUNG

Flinching away with a yelp of surprise, Elmer rapidly looked this way and that as the pipes suddenly started rattling. They rattled twice or three times, and the sound moved about the room — indeed, as if something was moving through them.

The deer didn’t hesitate to leave at once, as though he was fleeing after trespassing on someone’s property. He rapidly shut the door behind him, and took a few steps away from it. Once his fearful reaction had subsided, however, a puzzled look replaced it, and he couldn’t help but smile excitedly.

Without another word, he picked up his laundry basket and hurried to the laundromat.

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CHAPTER PREVIEW: Paranormal Deertective #1: The Laundry Room Haunting SUMMARY: Elmer's a deer down on his luck with a passion for the paranormal, Finnick's a single sheep dad trying to take care of his son, Finley, and Liam's a young rooster who's the new kid in town. When Elmer's elderly neighbour starts speaking of a ghost haunting the apartment's laundry room, the four of them work to solve this paranormal case, all with the help of an authorless book specialized in contacting the dead. WORD COUNT: 1,142 PREVIEW IMAGE:

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CHAPTER ONE: PARENT-TEACHER

Out of all the parents that Mr. Blackwood dealt with in his several years of teaching, Finnick Winter was…an interesting case. From what Mr. Blackwood could gather, Mr. Winter sounded like quite the agreeable man, but truthfully, Mr. Blackwood didn’t know him very well.

Oddly enough, Mr. Winter also worked at Edgehaven Elementary— well, sometimes, anyway. Sometimes, he was a gym teacher there; other times, he owned and ran the Winter Sleep Institute elsewhere in Edgehaven — and, no, Mr. Blackwood didn’t know how he found the time. Frankly, nobody did, because not many really knew him; Mr. Winter was a bit of an elusive figure to anyone who wasn’t a close acquaintance.

Yet at the same time, his presence was well known among the staff at the school, despite a majority of them having never spoken to him at length. He never failed to send a shiver down anyone’s spine by the mere sight of him, and nobody could quite pin down the cause of his intimidating aura. Some said that it was those piercing yellow eyes of his, while others said it was those unnaturally sharp teeth — features that made him appear incredibly uncanny for a sheep.

Now that Mr. Winter actually sat before him, Mr. Blackwood found it was both, especially when he had those same yellow eyes staring at him, sharp teeth protruding from the sheep’s mouth as he grinned. His ghastly appearance, however, contrasted with the way he nonchalantly and patiently sat across from Mr. Blackwood, one leg crossed over the other, and an arm draped over the back of the chair.

The border collie sat there, paws trembling, his gaze flicking anxiously between the paper — which read ‘WINTER, FINLEY’ at the top, accompanied with a photo of a straight-faced lamb — and said lamb’s frightful father.

Suddenly aware of how dry his mouth was, Mr. Blackwood cleared his throat, and finally placed the paper down, smoothing it out on the desk before folding his paws atop the wooden surface.

“Well, Mr. Winter, your, uh— son, Finley, is, um…he’s— uh,” he stammered, having to force himself to look the sheep in the eye. He forced a nervous smile and nodded. “He’s doing very well! He’s very quiet, never late with his homework…”

Mr. Winter’s sharp-toothed grin widened. “Oh, good!” he replied, sounding genuinely happy, yet not terribly surprised. “Glad t’ hear it.”

“Yes, well—" Mr. Blackwood coughed into his hand twice. “He’s a very good student. But, um, Mr. Winter—"

“Please, call me Finnick. All my friends do.”

“Uh…Finnick. Sure. Right, well, um…I just had one, uh…concern about your son that I wanted to address, if you don’t mind.”

His statement prompted Finnick to sit straight up in his seat with a furrowed brow. “If this has anything t’ do with that kid that he pretended t’ put curses on—"

“What? Oh no, heavens, no. I’m not talking about that, as much as that, uh…”

Mr. Blackwood nearly commented on the strangeness of that incident with the lamb and his peer, but shook his head, opting not to veer off-track.

“No, Mr.— uh, Finnick; what I wanted to say was that, well…I’m a little worried about Finley’s lack of friends, if I’m entirely honest. A-Actually, relevant to the episode that you mentioned, it doesn’t seem like your son, uh, gets along with any of his classmates. I asked his previous teachers about it, and apparently this is a bit of a…pattern with your child.”

The sheep chuckled, and Mr. Blackwood feigned uncertainty as to what there was to chuckle about, though, internally, he was bracing himself for Finnick to pull the classic ‘my child is an angel’ card that parents loved to pull.

“Finley doesn’t pick fights,” Finnick said matter-of-factly, “But he does finish them. I’ll bet any money that any kid he doesn’t get along with, they didn’t get along with him first.” He glanced at the border collie up and down. “You’re clearly an observant man. Am I right, or am I right?”

At first Mr. Blackwood opened his mouth, then shut it with an awkward smile. “We’re getting off track, Mr.— um, Finnick. My point is that— well, he’s partway through the fifth grade, and I worry that he may be a bit…isolated.”

After a thoughtful pause, Finnick leaned his arms on the desk. “Mr. Blackwood, we can both agree that Finley’s a pretty honest kid, yeah?”

Having never known the lamb to be a liar, the teacher was inclined to agree at once. “Oh, of course!”

“Then it’d be safe t’ say that if he had an issue, he’d tell me.”

“Yes, well—" Mr. Blackwood started at first, but quickly understood the hint and simply said, “Yes, I suppose he would. Obviously, he is your son, you know him better than I do. I’m merely expressing my concerns as a teacher.”

“‘Course, I get it. I’m a teacher here too, remember.”

For some reason, Mr. Blackwood took this as Finnick mildly chastising him for his wariness, although there was nothing in his tone that necessarily indicated as such. “Oh— yes, of course.”

Leaning back in his seat once more, Finnick looked at him quizzically. “Anything else?”

The teacher hummed, looking at the paper again, rubbing his thumb along his brow. “No,” he eventually said. “No, that’s everything. Other than that…minor concern, overall, he seems to be doing quite well.”

“Perfect!”

The sheep stood to his feet, which prompted Mr. Blackwood, surprised, to briskly mirror the action. Without hesitation, Finnick took his paw and shook it firmly, which also surprised him.

He pleasantly said, “Thank you very much, Mr. Blackwood. Nice t’ finally meet ya’, by the way — I know I’ve passed ya’ in the hall a few times now.”

Having never thought that he took any notice of anyone, let alone Mr. Blackwood, he exclaimed, “Oh! Well, uh— thank you? Or— you’re welcome, rather.” He sounded incredibly uncertain.

Finnick merely laughed, evidently finding his uncertainty amusing. “See ya’ later, Mr. Blackwood.”

Letting go of Mr. Blackwood’s paw (who continued to hold it up for a second too long after he’d let go, staring at it as if unsure of what to do with it), Finnick casually shoved a hand in his pants pocket, and left the classroom.

Upon leaving, Finnick noticed a pair of large ears perking up out of his peripheral. This, of course, prompted him to look at the lamb — his son — sitting in a plastic chair, where he’d waited throughout the duration of the meeting.

“‘Sup, kiddo?” he greeted casually.

“Nothin’ much,” the boy responded, monotone and blank-faced.

“Wanna grab some Kale King?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Alright, c’mon then.”

Hopping off of the chair, the slight bounce of his movement and the small wag of his tail made Finley’s excitement clear. He instinctively took his father’s hand, and they proceeded through the school hall.

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