Snippet #2683849

Standing along in the parlor room, or at least being the only living thing there at the moment, it was as if the rest of the world were shut off from Duncan. As if someone had drawn a curtain behind him and the others, not that far behind him, no longer existed. After learning the name of the spirit to be Elisabeth, his spirit box had gone quiet, and it seemed so had the whole world.

At least, until Tom fired a round off and woke him up.

Shaking his head, Duncan stows the spirit box away before placing a hand in his pocket and wrapping his fingers around the key he'd placed within. The charm hadn't seemed to work for Cassie, maybe it only worked for him, he couldn't be sure, but in either case, as he makes his way back into the main room he slips it from his pocket and, once he reaches her, kneels down long enough to hand the key back.

It is at this moment that Duncan hears a beep from the equipment, and when he looks at Briella, for a moment, she seems cast in shadow. But then the shadow fades, or maybe the alarms going of disrupt his thoughts enough to make him believe that was the case. Walking over to glance at the monitor he grabs the bottle or water and curses under his breath before looking from Briella to the others. He hesitates for a moment before addressing them.

"Looks like Leon wandered off into the dining room...on his own." Duncan says, casting an eye around to make sure everyone else was there with him. Cameras could be fooled more easily than a person. "I don't like the idea of splitting up, but Tom, could you come with me? The rest of you stay her. You can come check on us if you hear screaming...or shooting." The ghost hunter says, glancing at Tom's side arm.

Without waiting for a response Duncan heads down the hall until he finds the room. As a warning to everyone that this was not a place to wander into alone, he had taken a black marker and marked a big X on the wall beside the door. Glancing at it, Duncan can see the black X has been replaced with what looks to be claw marks. Not a good sign. Reaching out he grabs the door handle, but the chill of the metal bites even through his gloves and he curses again as he releases his grip and instead knocks on the door, hard and fast three times. He thinks about trying to break it down on his own, then takes a step back and looks to Tom.

"Think you can get in?" He asks the larger man.

There was another door, on the far side of the dining hall, a servants door that lead to the kitchen, but it would take too long to run across the house. There had been a key to this door once, but it had been lost years ago. Duncan had been lucky to get the key to the front door, let alone a key to anything else in the house.