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She waits until night, then grabs out her crystal ball. The magic words are spoken, foreign to others but oh so familiar to her. The opaque ball clears, now translucent in nature. The town has called her foolish many times for messing with "fake magic", but they know not of its true properties. Words from the souls of the dearly departed appear. She shifts through their own personal conversations to find the one talking to her. A Sheriff had found on his last night a member of the mafia, but had been too late to write it in a will. They say dead men tell no tales, but that is not true for the Medium. She tells her fellow townspeople next day of the Sheriff's final confession. The mafia member is hanged, the townspeople cheer, but this victory did not come without a price. She is shot the next night, no doubt by the revenge-seeking mafia. Her life is over, but her job is not. In one final act, she seances a trusted member of the living, and shares what final information the dead hold. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to HOM3STUCK413)

The Medium was not a buxom, soulful woman with beads around her neck, but just a regular Townie that walked among the rest. Raised in a family of Pagans, the Medium knew nothing but otherworldly experiences and spirituality. After the latest lynching, the Medium shut the door behind them, careful not to disturb the order of the things she had around the house; it was important.

She grabbed five candlesticks and stood them in a circle, ready to begin the process. The death of their latest Townie struck them all by surprise, but what got them even more was the fact that nothing of theirs was to be found. The Medium lit the candles and began to chant. Whispers surrounded her, and soon enough, they were clear enough to hear. Scared that the dawn of the next day would come before she could finish, she immediately asks the last will and testament of the mysterious victim.

"A Janitor has cleaned me," the dead man explained. "I'm the Sheriff, and the man posing as a Retributionist is a Werewolf!" The Medium tries to listen, but the sun began to rise and the voices became more and more faint. She scribbles the information onto her last will, ready to confront the town with the dead man's identity. (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to BonnieMcKee)

Night falls as the Medium lights a single candle centered on the wooden table. She makes herself comfortable in the chair and picks up her quill she already bought along with the parchment and ink well, before she asks any spirits to make their presence known by flickering the orange flame from the candle. At first there is no response so she repeats her request. Finally there is a flicker; she asks if they were the latest victim of the mafia's murderous tendencies, tapping once for yes and twice for no. One tap: that means the spirit in the Medium's company was the Sheriff who visited their killer but never had the chance to confirm their role or their name. She instructs the apparition to possess her hand and write the name of the killer. The spirit obliges as the Medium watches the supernatural being reveal the name of their Executioner one letter at a time. However, she suddenly slumps forward. While the Godfather pulls the knife from the Medium's lifeless corpse, the Janitor eradicates any evidence of her occupation and their boss' name on the parchment.

The next morning one of the town's people hears a disembodied voice reveal the name of the Godfather. They pipe up in hopes that the other residents believe such a wild accusation. No matter how much the Godfather tries to defend themselves with lies, the towns folk decides to imprison them for the night.

Luckily they lynched a Serial Killer a few days before and since then one person died by the mafia's hand every night. Those who remained alive yesterday were present today, no one died. The spirit of the Medium watched the town hang the Godfather, before she vanished into the afterlife with the knowledge that the town could at least avenge her, the poor unfortunate Sheriff and many others who died by their hand. (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to Tashi-Cat)

After many years of spiritual transcendence, the Medium decides to walk the streets of Salem and speak with its ill-begotten dead. Performing a Seance, the Medium speaks to spirits and converses with them. The Medium's power is greatly undervalued, for the dead have a habit of spilling all of their secrets. (credit to Ace2369)

Sneaking out into the night, the Medium rushes to the dark Salem graveyard. He pulls out an ancient tome, and begins his work. Reciting the mysterious words written inside, white mists slowly pour out from the shadowed gravestones. They are the spirits of those that died in earlier days. The Medium coaxes the dead for information, hoping to gain at least some hope to hold on to. The spirit of a Lookout then speaks up, stating the Godfather's identity. With a small thanks, the Medium turns to head back, but the Mafia have struck again as a silent bullet in the night ends the Medium's life. The information does not end there, though, as later that night, the Medium rises again to whisper his last knowledge to an Investigator. He then goes back home to his grave, resting happily, knowing that the Town will survive. (credit to XXNinjaScoreXx and an unregistered contributor)

The spirit's mouth began to move. He spoke swiftly and urgently with meaning. The medium listened to him carefully, picking out the important details of his talk. The medium recorded all the data and sent the spirit away after properly thanking him. The medium went to leave the room when she saw a woman with a knife standing in the doorway.... The next day, the medium watched as the information she received was put to good use. Even though she had died at the hands of the serial killer, the information the Investigator's spirit had given her led the town to lynch the arsonist. The medium's spirit smiled gleefully. All that was left for her to do was seance the jailor, then she could go peacefully into the night. (credit to LittleMissFanGirl14)

The Medium returns to the graveyard once again, visiting the grave of the Investigator and performing a ritual. The grave reacts and a white mist trails from it. The spirit of the town's Investigator is coaxed out and the Medium speaks, asking him what his latest results turned up before he was killed. The Investigator is all to happy to answer, revealing the identity of the Serial Killer. The Doctor in the grave next to the Investigator confirms for the Medium that this must be the case. The Medium thanks them and prepares to leave and return to their home. The Mafioso however, has other plans for the Medium and fires his pistol once, twice, thrice at the Medium, each shot landing before fleeing. The next morning, the Sheriff identifies the Mafioso successfully, getting him lynched and leaving just the Sheriff, Veteran, Jester, Serial Killer and Jailor. That night, the Medium uses their powers from beyond the grave to speak directly to the Jailor. The Medium divulges the information originally intended to be passed on, and the Jailor acknowledges, while having the Jester in jail. The next morning, the Sheriff is found dead, sure enough. The Veteran and Jailor point fingers at the Serial Killer, but the Jester refuses to aid the town in lynching him and instead points fingers at the Jailor along with the Serial Killer. The voting results in a stalemate, but the Jailor is not done yet. That night, he jails the Serial Killer, repeats the information the Medium passed onto him as evidence, and made one of his bloodiest executions yet, as payback for the Serial Killer killing his friend, the Sheriff. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

The Medium knew that the Jailor had been killed by the serial killer he had jailed, but nobody would believe her. The town thought her "magic" was smoke and mirrors, trickery and deception that had almost got her killed when she was still a kid. The Medium reached to grab her crystal ball and blew out her candle. The crystal ball glowed eerily, casting shadows all around the room. But the medium was not afraid. "Old friend, is he really the Serial Killer?" She whispered aloud to the empty room. Her crystal ball went black as the dead Jailor answered. "Yes Medium, please tell the town to hang him so that I can rest easy." The Jailor replied. The Medium hung her head, and was about to drift off when another voice piped up. "Medium, don't forget that Cotten Mather is the godfather!" The spirit of the Jailors son, the Spy reminded her. "Yes, sure thing." The Medium replied. She set her crystal ball back in place and walked outside to breathe some fresh air. "Woman ought not to play fairy tale." The Arsonist said as the timbers of the Mediums old wooden house collapsed in a fiery heap. "No, help!" The Medium called. "Doctor!" The Doctor rushed over along with the Bodyguard, but the Medium was already burnt to ashes. The next day debates occurred, and in the end a Vampire was hung. Who will the town listen to?" The Medium pondered. The doctor, her fiancé was her choice. That night the Doctor could hear the voice of his dead fiancé. "Honey, please tell the town that Cotten and Samual are evil." A voice echoed from the shadows. The doctor, who was practicing at home knew that this was the Mediums final message from beyond the grave. "You can rest easy now sweetie. The town can rest easy." The next day the Serial Killer was hung, and the Arsonist incinerated the Godfather and afterwards was shot by the Vigilante. The Medium closed her eyes and drifted away, knowing that all the sacrifices weren't pointless. (Credit to IzzyLee511)

It had been on a stupid dare that the young woman bought the set of Tarot cards and an “ancient” charm necklace and agreed to practice an old voodoo ritual her friends had found. It had been just an idiotic test of bravery; the girl hadn’t expected anything to happen. However, no sooner had the last mystic word of the chant left her lips than her mind was flooded with thought, thoughts that weren’t hers, thoughts of regret, pain, and vengeance. Mist billowed around the room before collecting into vaguely human shapes. In a panic, she ordered the spirits to name themselves.She started to sob hysterically as they identified themselves as friends of hers, friends who had died in a spree killing a few days earlier. The spirits kept her company and whispered to her throughout the night, telling her that she was needed in a small town by the name of Salem, before fading as the sun rose and promising to return, come nightfall.

The spirits had been right. The small sleepy town was a host of unsavory characters. A crazed maniac cut a new victim to ribbons each night, an arm of the Mafia had made themselves known with bullets and threats and blood, and strange howls rang through the night, signaling more massacred members of this town. The town was going to need her, because plenty of poor souls were going to die. The Medium settled in warily, running her hands over the old, worn Tarot cards she still kept, the same set that had changed her life. As the sun began to set and the moon took its place, she spread out the cards and chanted as the departed souls of Salem rose from the mist that surrounded her, the spirits of the Sheriff, the Investigator, and the Mayor. The Medium smiled and listened to their untold tales, their findings and their observations, knowing that she could help the town when morning came. And she knew that even if she didn't live until the morning, the spirits would keep her company. (Credit to HookshotHotshot)