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Jacob stood up straight, and slowly pulled his pistol out of it's holster. Jacob didn't like the sight of the bodies hanging from the windows, but that wasn't going to stop him from doing what he was suppose to do. "I saw a person in the kitchen, three ghosts watching the movements, but I got the feeling that there was another ghost, one more dangerous then the other three. John i don't like this, i think we need all hands on deck for this one." Jacob replied back to the older man. His migraine was still there, but he had to fight through it. Seeing the five bodies, especially the younger one, hanging in the windows, drove him to continue.

The last thing that Jacob wanted was more people getting killed in this house. If it was up to him, he'd burn the place down, but he couldn't do that, it'd raise some warning bells for the police and firemen. Jacob moved closer the the house, his pistol at the ready in case he needed to aim quickly. The closer he got, the worse the feeling got. Jacob's left hand, his shooting hand, began to shake a bit, so he clasped his right hand over it, to try and steady the hand.