Snippet #2679820

Briella had been right, as usual. Without even seeing the interior of the house she she had guessed that it would take an hour at most and, taking out his pocketwatch, it was silver of course, he checked the time to see that exactly an hour had passed. The last camera had just been set up a few seconds before the one hour mark, in fact.

"You always did have good timing Briella." Duncan says with what he hopes is a lighthearted laugh.

The truth was, in this place, despite the years of experience he had with the supernatural and creepy old houses, Duncan found it hard to keep a smile on his face, let alone sound happy in the least. After entering the house, once everyone and all of the equipment was inside, he had turned and locked the door, then handed the key off to Cassandra, as she has requested of him earlier. After that he had helped the other unpack all of the equipment before wandering through the house by himself for a few moments as those members of the crew who were a bit more tech savvy checked everything over and got all the cameras and other pieces of equipment ready to be put in place.

There was an overall feeling of being watched, but Duncan suspected that, for reasons he doubted he would ever understand in life, whatever was now dwelling in this house would wait until it was fully dark outside before showing themselves. That was usually the case anyway. Ghosts, for whatever reason, liked the dark.

With everything ready to go, Duncan returned to the group and together they decided where each piece of equipment would be set up, where each stationary camera needed to be placed, and who would carry what equipment with them. And, as per Richard's request, each of them were fitted with a small camera that they strapped to them somehow. Duncan wore his around his chest, but there were various ways to do so. They were simple things, from what Richard had told him. They recorded, and could switch between night vision and normal light visions by themselves as needed. Everything they recorded was stored on a memory card and sent wirelessly to a back up drive in the command center. In this case the command center was the living room. A folding table was set up off to one side with a couple of laptops resting atop it. Wires and boxes and blinking lights sat all around them, and Duncan didn't understand any of it.

"Good job everyone." Duncan says as everyone regroups in the command center. "Now, who wants to go where? It's already dark outside, almost pitch black I'd say,so now's the time to get started. And remember, no one, for any reason, is allowed to go into the basement, dining hall, or the master bedroom on the top floor alone, got it?"

The temperature suddenly dropped then. Duncan could feel it, and he was sure everyone else could as well. The hair all over his body was standing on end and a chill ran through him. Just behind him, maybe inches away maybe closer, he could feel something. Whatever it was, he couldn't see it. Anyone looking on, however, would see a dark figure a head taller than Duncan with glowing red eyes in an otherwise featureless form. The spirit box Duncan had been holding in his left hand drops to the floor and turns itself on. White noise fills the air and then, one by one, three words are spoken in a deep, rumbling voice.