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Katrina walked up behind William and Retina. They both were looking at something in a window.

You're not seeing things...I saw him too, though there's something off about that one." Katrina heard Retina say to William.

"I dont see anything," Katrina interjected as she squinted at the dusty window "But I feel somethin' ".

She jumped at the new flurry of gun fire of the little sadistic girl. Her barefeet stumbled as she jerked with a suprise. Gun fire now and days made Katrina jumpy now unlike years ago when it would have not affected her.

"Jesus women what are you trying to do screw everyone out of their minds before they even get in the house?!" Katrina almost screamed.

"He was watching us to see what we're planning to do. We're not the only ones that make plans," Cassandra interrupted the confused ramblings of the others with a soft sigh. She pointed with great confidence to the window in question, where she had seen with great definition the face and body of a man that looked to be in his thirties. And since she had seen him in such remarkable clarity, she was most certain that he was not among the living. But there was no sense in letting the others get spooked about what they weren't certain was there or not before they even got into the building.

She winced as the girl fired off her gun once more, and shook her head in mild irritation. She couldn't see any practical use for the guns being fired...at the very least, it was going to irritate the spirits inside the house. But she didn't bother informing the girl of this, as it likely would have resulted in some form of tantrum throwing.

When Alex asked if she would need help, she smiled and gently shook her head. "No, thank you. I'll be alright once we're heading into the building."

Rebecca smirked and shot a look at the girl with whom Alex had been arguing. Rebecca guessed that the girl was maybe only a few years younger than herself, but she looked like a kid nonetheless. Then she noticed the girl with the cane. Her initial instinct was to be taken aback and wonder what purpose a blind person could possibly serve. But upon further thought, she recollected that people who lose one of their five senses often develop a stronger sense of the other four, and sometimes a sort of "sixth" sense.

Rebecca looked around and seeing the three groups of people, she realized she must have come in the middle of something. They were all holding walkie talkies and preparing to move toward the house. She guessed that she had probably missed whatever introduction Alex might have given, but still these people really weren't out to waste any time were they? She wasn't sure that she was ready to proceed into the house so quickly, but she wasn't even sure what to expect.

"So would anyone care to catch me up? I've obviously missed something already. Are we, um... starting the investigation already?"

Katrina in the corner of her eye noticed a newcomer. She bounced energeticly away from her group towards the new women. Her barefeet almost making no sound as she made her way waving at her in greeting.

"So would anyone care to catch me up? I've obviously missed something already. Are we, um... starting the investigation already?" The newcomer asked.

"Hi! Im Katrina! whats your name?" Katrina took a breath and went on "We got split up into three groups of three and got walkie-talkers. We are getting ready to move it on in soon".

"You haven't missed much," Cass answered the girl who was speaking with a slight smile, tucking the walkie talkie into her bag and looking once more to the brightly lit (in her view) building. She could see the man standing in the window, still, though he was lingering back in the very corners in what she considered to be a rather hostile manner. She could see traces of activity all around the building, ranging from foot- and hand-prints to mere hints of trails in all different colors and opacities. The place was buzzing with activity...yet they seemed to be taking their sweet time in entering it to find out what was actually going on. "We're splitting into three groups to cover more ground, like Katrina said," She added to the newcomer, nodding towards the house.

"The house is completely loaded with activity...it's like a regular bee hive in there, I've never felt a place more full." She used 'felt' instead of 'see' and 'full' instead of 'alive' out of habit. It generally saved at least a half hour's worth of conversation on why the words were or weren't appropriate for the situation, and at least an hour's discussion worth of how she did her portion of the work. And she was sure they had wasted enough time with bullets and introductions already.

"So let's get to work, shall we?" She asked with another soft smile. And with this, she headed towards the front door with the surety of a visually functioning person.

"Yeah, I did read the ad Mr.Dawning." She added as she tucked the gun into her holster. "It's probably better you don't know what these do to spirits." she added. "Here," she said as she took the blind lady's other hand attempting to guide her to the house.. "I haven't really been paying attention, what's your name?" she asked.


Well, this was going to be a long trip.

Cassandra gingerly removed her hand from the gun-toting girl's grip. She wasn't one to really hold grudges, or even to be angered easily, but she also tried to avoid being led by people that she suspected to be crazy. And she wouldn't have been surprised if the girl tried to walk her into a wall, or something equally embarrassing. "My name is Cassandra, but most people call me 'Cass.'"

Once they reached the door, she grabbed hold of the handle and held the frighteningly clear portal (to her) open for the others. Knowing full well that her unusual dexterity with the house would likely confuse the others, she flashed them an almost embarrassed smile and repeated what she had first said to Alex: "I see what I need to. Let's go."

"Why waste so much money on a piece of equipment that doesn't even hurt them. Guess that's where I come in," she said as she placed a hand on her gun readying to pull it out. "Someone get those cameras will you" she demanded as she pushed in ahead of Alex and stomped up the first few stairs. "That should get them writhing, hurry up I want to see this old b*stard that you saw in the window in pain already." she said as she ushered her 'team' which, with no doubt were going to be hurt because of something she does.

Rebecca's heart had skipped a beat as the door swung open and her team was the first to enter the creepy old house, the floorboards creaking under Alex's feet. She nervously trudged up the stairs with her team, eyeing the young girl who seemed to have a problem controlling herself. Maybe headquarters was right to send her on this mission; surely someone was going to get hurt before this was all over. But then what was she talking about, someone in a window? Apparently there was more that she had missed. Damn that sluggish, indifferent taxi driver.

Rebecca watched the girl as she followed her and her other two teamates onto the third floor landing. A shiver went down her spine at the sight of all the tracks and abandoned equipment from another crew. Headquarters had also mentioned something about that, although so far they had no leads. Although some of the previous crew had come from varying states, placing the case in FBI jurisdiction, the local police were quite uncooperative in sharing information. Of course, the FBI never investigated based upon hearsay of some silly old ghost story. But as Rebecca and her team approached the third floor rooms, she felt the unnerving chill of a bad premonition coming on.

Retina headed into the house behind them and couldn't help but admire Alex’s camera.

"Nice camera, it's got the works I see." She commented, but frowned at the girl's words.

"Because that very expensive equipment allows people to research ghosts, and whether they're harmful and a danger, can be helped to pass on, or best left alone." Retina said familiar with the equipment. It was similar to the stuff her father and his business associates used before he'd disappeared.

Cass sighed as the violent girl went tearing up the stairs, talking about being violent with the ethereal man that had appeared in the window. She was going to get herself - and everyone else in the group - hurt. Brushing past Alex, Cassandra quickly stepped up the groaning stairs after the girl until she was in front of her. She turned, holding her arms out to impede any further progress.

"You seem to be confused about what we're doing here," She said softly, looking at the part of the spiritual blur that she assumed to be the gunner's face. She had learned from practice that people preferred it (or at least responded more strongly) when she looked into the two brightest portions of their blurs: the eyes. And she did this now, locking her pale gaze onto that of the girl. "We're not going into a graveyard to battle zombies, or shoot up a raging werewolf. Bullets are useless in situations like these, it doesn't matter what they're made of. Have you ever tried physically breaking a feeling? It's the same idea. We're in someone's house. They don't have a living body, but they certainly have working thoughts. And you can't damage those with your guns, no matter how loud they fire or how well you aim. If you want to actually accomplish anything, you're going to have to settle down and remember...we're the guests, here."

With this, she sighed and turned around, taking the last few steps with her hand resting carefully on the dusty railing. Of course, she couldn't see the dust...just the place where those who had passed had placed their hands before. She stopped on the level floor, looking this way and that. There were trails all over, and most of them felt icy cold when she even brushed near them. Of course, this meant that they were recent. "Mr. Dawning," She said softly, folding her hands behind her back, "Did you want to find something, or just see the rooms?"

The vision hit Rebecca in full force all of a sudden, stopping her in her tracks. She felt chilled all of a sudden as a series of images raced through her mind in somewhat of a crazed blur. Although she could not recall being told a possible description of this house's unearthly inhabitants, she now saw at least one of them in clear profile in her mind's eye.

It was the woman, dressed in a much older style of fashion, most likely from the 1800's. She had a twisted look of anguish on her face and she was sobbing as she neared one of the groups of people here in the house. Rebecca could not quite make out which group it was. Suddenly, the woman let out an ear piercing scream. Rebecca heard a couple of other loud noises unidentifiable amid the shrieking wails of the woman.

"Wait!" she shouted anxiously to her group. "There's... there's a woman here somewhere. I just saw her, in my head, she was crying and then she was screaming... I don't know where she is, but there's a woman here somewhere! I think she might be near us, but I'm not sure. One of our groups is about to see her though."

"You don't need a f**ing church to kill these things, if they're not living they should be kille-" she was interrupted by a loud "Wait!" she let the girl finish before saying "Good, about time someone got hurt. Hurry up and show these other idiots you are a threat." Ariana finished as she pulled out her gun and shot a round through the floorboards above.

"Maybe you all didn't read the job description but it's our job to kill ghosts, not see if they're nice or not. I don't care if they are, they're not alive so they should be dead. For good." she finished.

Kuno walked with the rest of the group into the now dim house, the sun had now fully sank behind the tree line. The house was dank and smelly, and pieces of it were falling apart. The plaster on the walls was coming off, revealing the wires and clapboards (is that what they call them?) underneath. Some electrical wiring was even visible.
Hmmmmm... electrical wiring...
Kuno knew what could be done with that. Could you shock a ghost? She didn't know much about paranormal investigation, she had only ever read about it in newspapers and magazines, and heard about it from her aunt. So she wasn't quite sure what she ought to be doing. She knew how to deal with odd and perhaps malicious teenagers; were odd and malicious spirits the same way? You had to come in with a gentle but firm attitude. Be nice, but not buddy-buddy. You're not their friend, you're their aid. You're going to help them move on. Not from this particular phase of teenage angst, but this stage in their life.
Fascinating.
Once again, the sound of gunfire filled Kuno's ears.
Oh, no, not you again...
Kuno ducked under the hearth, pulling Mike, who happened to be closest to her, under with her, because she had pictures of burned up or collapsed houses, and the chimney always seemed not to cave in. She brought Mike because hey, why not try to save the next guy too.
The house did not collapse.
"Sorry about that, Mike," Kuno said, brushing soot off of him, "I thought the roof might fall in..."

Kuno heard Alex's bellowing. If this girl had gone to school in Japan, she would not act like this. Kuno though this, then immediately disagreed with herself. Japanese school would torture this girl. Nobody that headstrong could ever live through school there, literally. She might actually have died if she had; suicide had been common in recent years...