WARNING: This is the author’s note version of the story, with MAJOR spoilers. You can and WILL know the ‘who-dun-it’ mystery before everyone else if you read this. To read the non-spoiler version, go to my fanfiction site.
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White Noise
Chapter 4
-Tuesday, August 20, 2013-
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—Sam—
Samantha Manson slung her purple backpack on the ground next to the door in the hospital room, ignoring the clanking sounds her stash of ghost hunting equipment made. For a long moment, she stared at the number next to the room: 248 She’d been in a lot of these hospital rooms over
WARNING: This is the author’s note version of the story, with MAJOR spoilers. You can and WILL know the ‘who-dun-it’ mystery before everyone else if you read this. To read the non-spoiler version, go to my fanfiction site.
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White Noise
Chapter 3
-Monday, August 19, 2013-
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—Danny—
He brushed his hands down the front of his shirt, hoping against hope that he’d gotten most of the wrinkles out of it. The last time this shirt had been laundered, he’d been living in California. It had suffered through several long bus rides and quite a bit of walking since
WARNING: This is the author’s note version of the story, with MAJOR spoilers. You can and WILL know the ‘who-dun-it’ mystery before everyone else if you read this. To read the non-spoiler version, go to my fanfiction site.
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White Noise
Chapter 2
-Sunday, August 18, 2013-
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—Sam—
She tapped her heels against the legs of the old style row of bench seats. Her shoe connecting solidly with the thin metal legs made reassuring dings of noise that were barely audible over the sounds of the people rushing past. The Convention Center was far from her favorite place to be. To
WARNING: This is the author’s note version of the story, with MAJOR spoilers. You can and WILL know the ‘who-dun-it’ mystery before everyone else if you read this. To read the non-spoiler version, go to my fanfiction site.
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“White Noise” is defined as a sound containing many frequencies with equal intensities. It is an empty drone that is often used to drown out other, perhaps bothersome noises in order to focus on the thing that matters. I use white noise while I write to balance out the chatter of the TV, the sound of the neighbor’s radio, or even my own wandering thoughts. It