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My team died on the last job. The new members look exactly like the old ones. I've become so numb I can't even tell them apart anymore. I've seen too many not come back from their very first job.
The truck stops and we stumble out at yet another farmhouse. I swear it looks like the last one. My teammates move awkwardly like they are still getting used to their bodies. We go from room to room in a tight huddle looking for signs of the haunting. We can't find a trace. I start straying from the group, trying to get any hint of an EMF reading in the darkness.
Hands. Can't move. A distant light bulb pops, then light floods everything.
It's my first day ghost hunting! They've given me a journal to record my adventures. I flip back and forth through the pages. I want to make sure I've got a handle on what signs point to a Poltergheist and what a Mare even is.
Everyone is strangely quiet. There are massive, poster sized pictures of dead bodies on the wall.
“Are those the hauntings we are looking into? Those deaths? They look … violent.”
No one answers. They climb onto the truck and I follow.
The truck stops and we stumble out at yet another farmhouse. I swear it looks like the last one. My teammates move awkwardly like they are still getting used to their bodies. We go from room to room in a tight huddle looking for signs of the haunting. We can't find a trace. I start straying from the group, trying to get any hint of an EMF reading in the darkness.
Hands. Can't move. A distant light bulb pops, then light floods everything.
It's my first day ghost hunting! They've given me a journal to record my adventures. I flip back and forth through the pages. I want to make sure I've got a handle on what signs point to a Poltergheist and what a Mare even is.
Everyone is strangely quiet. There are massive, poster sized pictures of dead bodies on the wall.
“Are those the hauntings we are looking into? Those deaths? They look … violent.”
No one answers. They climb onto the truck and I follow.
