His goal was simple - be the first to trap a human soul in such a way that it can be seen and thus prove its own existence. His methodology had varied over the years til he'd come to the conclusion that if a violent or memorable death produces enough magnetic residue to form a ghost, he could use it to free and trap a soul.
The latest 'volunteer' to meet his isolated soul extraction chamber might have been a schoolchild once. Now the poor thing was scarcely recognisable as human among the viscera and wires that wove throughout its meat like tapestry of cruelty.
It hadn't worked again. The soul was gone but he hadn't a clue where. Not until something caught his eye in the reflection of a glass cabinet - a child standing right behind him. He spun around and saw nothing but as he checked the reflection they were still there.
He knew the uniform from the table in the soul extraction chamber. Somehow, instead of trapping the soul within those walls he'd trapped it within himself and the damned child wouldn't be able to leave unless he found a way to release it. To make matters worse he couldn't even use it as proof of a soul - the body wasn't recogisable enough to link to the ghost that still glared at him.
Hoping it wouldn't become a poltergeist, he began the preparations for disposing of the tiny corpse.
With any luck the ghost might feel more attached to its own meat rather than his and leave.
But if luck had ever played a part before, he'd have a soul trapped in that room already.
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