An old, three story house stood empty on Iron Lake Road in the small town of Mineral Hills, Michigan. Every family who had lived there had fled in fear of the happenings with in and only a few days ago, a paranormal team was forced to leave the home with three of their team injured and one said to be babbling insanely. The only unharmed team member made mention of three spirits before herding his friends off to a hospital.

Alex Dawning stared up at the old building, brown paint slowly chipping off of walls. He had been there when the five had raced from the house and rushed off. His job as a Paranormal Investigator had taken him all over the country and the world but he had never seen a team get run off a job so beat up and scared.

The sun was slowly setting behind him. Thee spirits in the same place, how strange. Most places that have multiple spirits dwelling in them were prisons, hospitals or other such builds. He would need some backup for this case. Glancing down at his watch, he wondered just who would respond to the request he sent out for aid through the Internet and a few well placed phone calls. Three angry spirits, in a very big, old house that had thrashed a team before and most likely would try again.

(OOC: Is this a closed rp, or can anyone jump in?)

((I'd loveto join as one of the ghosts^^))

(OCC in the OCC thread please, though it's my fault for not adding the link in my first post, the-hauntings-paranormal-occ-page-t7656.html )

Charles walked into the tomb, turning on his flashlight as he did so. I swear, if Sven gave me another false lead, I'm going to kill him! Charles thought, as he noticed a usually norman symbol on the wall. He kept moving further in, the air growing unusually stuffy as he did. He heard a rock hit the ground behind him, and he wheeled around to see a large Irish man standing between him and his exit. 'I'm sorry to tell you this, Mr. Heathley, but this tomb is off...' Charles hit the government man over the head with a rock, silencing him. 'I'm sorry to tell you this, but I don't give a damn.' Charles continued into the tomb slowly, and noticed a script on the wall. Well, maybe Sven did hit the jackpot this time. Charles copied the scripture with some charcoal and paper, continuing through the underground cemetary. A skull on a corpse in an alcove beside him moved slightly, and Charles whipped his claymore into the corpse's chest, hearing no noise other than the expected clink of metal hitting bone. Just rats. It's fine in here. Charles finally made his way to the chamber he was looking for, the grave of Ailheen Feasus. He noticed that the sarcophagus of the celtic warrior was open...

"Yes" said Alex, turning and offering his hand, "I'm Alex Dawning." He faltered a little, noticing the woman's pale colored eyes looking off into nothing and the folded up walking stick.. He raised his hand up and waved it in front of her face a little. "I sent out a few emails" he continued on, " but I'm guessing your Cassandra Lee Jones then?" He waved his hand a little more and then lowered it back to his side. "I didn't know that you were......" He faded off, some people were uncomfortable talking about flaws in their person, be they physical or mental or imagined.

When Charles had left that nightmare of a tomb, he had a few extra things for his book. An hour later, he collapsed on his hotel bed, feeling the crumple of a letter beneath him. He rolled over and opened the letter, quickly scanning it. 'Uncle dead... Inheritance... House... Wait, house?' Charles checked the address, and called his uncle's lawyer. 'Hello, I'd like to confirm the inheritance for Charles Heathley... Yes, I am Charles... Ok, Iron Lake Road, Mineral Hills, Michigan. I'll be there tonight to check it over.' Charles rolled off the bed and walked to his laptop, and checked the house. Ugly haunted thing. Should fetch a good price from the state.

Katrina Olen parked her black pickup truck in the parking lot of a closed pet store before she pulled off her brown leather boots then white socks.

"Left boot, right boot, left sock, right sock!" She hummed to herself through the removal process.

Katrina placed her foot wear on the passengers seat then stepped down from the cab of her truck. The ground was a wee bit wet but that didn't bother her at all. She pasued for a moment trying to remeber the exact address of the house. She could remember discussing the topic with a younger stablehand, Scott but the adress slipped her mind.

"Hey are you gonna check this out? Wont you be down in the area anyways?" Scott asked trying to press down a giggle as he set back down the papers with the printed out e-mail and information on them.
"A matter of fact I will and I am Scott," Katrina replied oblivous to his laughter.

"It couldnt be to hard to find, its a big ol' three story house" Katrina thought as she bounced and skipped on the wet pavment over to the sidewalk, her cream cowbow hat sliding forward with every long stride. Katrina's movments drew her away from the buisnesses and busy streets into an area with older syled house but a few newer ones. She seemed to pay no attention to where she was going and more to the puddles she hopped in soaking the frayed ends of her baggy dark blue jeans.

hop, skip, hop, slash
hop, skip, hop, slash

Katrina's lone visable pale brown eye spotted a larger puddle infront of a horendously large brown house, but she liked the veiw of the puddle more.

hop, skip, hop, slash

Katrina giggled as the droplets of water landed higher on her pant leg then in the smaller puddles on the sidewalk. The waves bearing the distorted dark reflection of trees against the slowly dying firey sky. Katrina pulled away from her amusment with the puddle for minute to look up at the house. Her eye flicked first to the address. That was it! This was the house! A giddy feel of exitment welled inside her as she then looked secondly to the two people infront of the house. Relocating her wet barefeet out of the puddle and onto the groudn before she walked energeticly over to the pair.

"Hiya" She beemed with a wave at the man and women.

The Taxi sped through the ever darkening streets of the small, michigan town Mike found himself in. It almost reminded him of his home village, back in Russia, but the roads were paved, and the buidlings weren't log houses.

"Here it is" Said the cab driver, in a New-Jersy accent "That'll be $15 bucks"

Thief "Here you are" Mike smiled as the climbed out of the Taxi, handing the man his money. After he closed the door, the taxi sped off, down the street, sun reflecting off of it's sides.

Looking dow nthe road, Mike sighed. He had been investigating haunted houses as a hobby, only going in, takign notes, and coming out again. The email he had gotten had statet this house was..different then any other houses Mike had ever been in.

Looking to the west, he watched as the bright red sun slowly dipped below the tree's. Putting his hands in his pockets, he began to walk towards where the house was supposed to be. Feeling around his brest pocket, he sighed in relief. He hadn't forgotten his ciggarettes. He wasn't an abid smoker, and surely not addicted. He had only ever smoked when on an investigation if it got very scary, just to relieve him a bit. A Doctor of all people should know it was bad.

As he neared the homes gate, he could see that there were already people there, waiting. He took this time to study the old architecture of the home. It was probably quite nice in its glory days, but now, it would only pass for a historical society home.

"Hello, my name is Mikial Kirkovchev" He said as he reached the gate, adjusting his glasses.

Cassandra blinked, dropping her hand. "Who's that?"

Katrina focused on the tiny women for a moment.

"She's like a fairy!"

"Hi Im Katrina Olen!" Katrina said intruducing herself to the women she realted to a fairy in her thoughts.

"What's your name? ooo! whats that?" Katrina asked as she pointed to the black folded thing in the womens hand.

Katrina's short attenion span kicked in when she heard a door slam behind them. She turned around but not so to put her back to the two others there. It was habit she got from raising horses. There were some of them you just dont turn you back to.

"Hello, my name is Mikial Kirkovchev" A man said as he reached the gate, adjusting his glasses.

"Hi!" Katrina almost shouted with another wave in greeting to the newest person to arrive.

"A one Katrina Olen, miss Jones" said Alex, watching as a cab pulled up and a tall man stepped out. "Ah.....she's not all there but has made a slight name for herself in minor investigations, I thought she might want to try something a little more advanced. And we have Doctor Mikial Kirkovchev with us now." He looked over Cassandra at the tall Russian and nodded in a greeting. Then a woman's voice spoke up from behind him.

"You're Alex Dawning right?"

Alex turned a looked the woman over, holding up a copy of his ad from the internet. "I am" he said, "But you seem to have the advantage over me. I don't know your name or profession like the others that have arrived at this house today, though with some of the ads I did put out, thats to be expected." He smiled and offered his hand.

Bill wheeled the SUV along the road towards the house where the investigation is to take place. Glancing over to Ariana he frowned, it had been a long flight from LA to the Twin Cities then driving all the way to the site, “Ok kiddo you remember we are guests on this investigation, so we follow the rules the group that invited us uses.” Bill said easily as he glanced at the growing gloom, with a grunt he was glad he packed a pair of jeans in his ruck sack as well as light jacket.

Checking the GPS he wheeled into a driveway and found several people hangout and by the looks of them all seemed to be here for the investigation. Easing the SUV up the driveway and pulling off a little way onto the rough dirt and gravel, he halted the car, glancing at his young friend, Bill exhaled, “Show time, lets be professional and show them we deserve to be here.”

Hopping out of the onyx colored vehicle, Bill’s voice rang out, “Howdy all, William Kidd and Ms. Ariana Isis of the SCGH. Pardon me a moment while I change into some jeans.” Walking quickly to the back he popped the hatch and rummaged through his pack pulling out a dark pair of jeans, with the swiftness and surety of a surfer used to doing the very quick change in a parking lot, Bill shucked off his shorts and jammed his lean, muscular legs into the denim. Anyone who many have watched would see the nasty scar where the tiger shark had bit him, causing one-hundred and two stitches. After a moment he shoved his feet into the lack uggs and straightened smiling as he tossed his shorts in the sack.

Pulling out his recorder, camera and flashlight he grabbed his jacket and walked over to the others.

"A one Katrina Olen, miss Jones" said Alex, watching as a cab pulled up and a tall man stepped out. "Ah.....she's not all there but has made a slight name for herself in minor investigations, I thought she might want to try something a little more advanced. And we have Doctor Mikial Kirkovchev with us now." Alex said.

"You tricky little man, trying to cover that up with a complement, thank ya" Katrina scowled but still with a smile before she drew her finger up to her right temple,which bore a large crecsent shaped scare that exeded past the hair line on her skull tapping it as she spoke "Im perfectly fine up d'er".

“Howdy all, William Kidd and Ms. Ariana Isis of the SCGH. Pardon me a moment while I change into some jeans.” a man boomed from near parking lot.

Katrina gave the women adressing Alex a small wave and grin then gave a bigger wave at the two in the parking lot before she tipped the rim of her cream colored cowboy hat down over her eyes and turning back to the group a the "change into some jeans" part.