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Post by Julian Browning on Sept 26, 2010 4:23:50 GMT -4
Julian Browning pulled what remained of his once Blue classic beetle to a stop in front of The Wyandot Estate. The estate was known as one of the most haunted locations in the continental United States. Legend had it that the house had been built by Malcolm and Lydia Wyandot. Spirits have inhabited the home since Malcolm killed his wife, 13 other guests and himself on October 30, 1929.
As the only members of the Ohio branch of The Collective it had been up to them to build to communication device they would need to reach out to the spirits and see what they could discover about that faithful night in October. The house was known to be the most active on the 30th of the month and as it was September 30th they were perfectly on schedule...as long as the spirits responded to the call...and they didn't blow anything up...again. In the defense of The Collective the Caine Orphanage had not been their fault...the kids had set the site on fire over 70 years ago...naturally when they reached out to the souls they got upset...and started the flame sup again...burning the remainder of the site to the ground.
Now that he thought of it the Mayor still owed them an apology for calling them con artists. Julian would send another letter to City Hall on Monday.
For the moment the sun was still in the newly founded Fall sky and the wind blew gently through the slightly oranging trees. Julian loved the fall...he also loved paying his bills so he really hoped the estate proved something...anything really.
As Julian dragged equipment out of the Beetle and deposited it upon the ground he could only hope that the murdered souls in the Wyandot Estate heard the call of The Collective.
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Post by Kingston West on Sept 26, 2010 19:06:32 GMT -4
Sitting on the porch of a supposedly haunted house was not one of the most comfortable experiences Kingston had ever been through. He sat hunched, rubbing his hands together as for some reason everything seemed slightly colder than it should have. His imagination, he hoped, because he was still outside the house. It would be rather frightening to learn that ghosts could affect the world outside of their own haunted domains.
As he watched Julian's car pull up towards the house, Kingston glanced towards his own beat up Mazda and sighed, realising it probably would have been warmer and far less creepy to wait in the car. Well, it was rather redundant now so he stood and moved over to help Julian get the equipment out of his car.
"What took you so long?" he said jokingly to his friend. Kingston knew for a fact that he had been very early. He was always early. He was always afraid of being late, so he chose to be early. Sometimes that worked out in his favour... sometimes not so much.
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Post by Julian Browning on Sept 26, 2010 20:20:23 GMT -4
"What took you so long?"
Julian nearly jumped clean out of his skin as Kingston's voice broke the silence of the late afternoon. He had been far to occupied with obsessing over their current streak of financial misfortune that he hadn't paid any mind to the silvery grey Mazda parked alongside of the house.
"Jesus Kingston," Julian muttered straightened his stance slightly as his friend and business partner neared. Just for the hell of it he glanced at his watch and took note that he was exactly 1 minute late; that of course meant Kingston had been there for no less then an hour.
"Oh you know just sorting out our finances...or lack thereof," Julian explained with a slight smirk as he pulled another duffel bag out of the backseat of the beetle.
"And how long have you been decorating the front of the Wyandot?" Julian asked giving his friend a knowing look before slamming the door shut and making his way around the car to yank over the passenger side door. Catching his converse sneakers on a branch Julian crashed into the side of the beetle with a muttered curse as he attempted to play off the stumble as best as he could.
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Post by Kingston West on Sept 26, 2010 23:47:25 GMT -4
"Jesus Kingston,"
Kingston merely smiled pleasantly as he noticed Julian's fright. He hadn't meant to scare his friend, but that didn't change the fact that it was slighlty amusing.
"Oh you know just sorting out our finances...or lack thereof,"
Kingston cringed. Right. The lack of money. It made paying for equipment slightly difficult... and also made more angry landlords when rent wasn't paid on time. "Well... maybe this time'll be different," he said optimistically.
He knew for a fact that ghosts and the like actually existed. It was proving it that was slightly harder... and wasn't so good at paying the bills. But it was important work, in Kingston's opinion. The rest of the world needed to know the truth.
"And how long have you been decorating the front of the Wyandot?"
"Long enough," he said, and was about to say something else when Julian stumbled into the side of his car. After a moment's pause, Kingston looked at him sympathetically.
"Alright?"
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Post by Julian Browning on Sept 27, 2010 0:40:51 GMT -4
"Alright?"
"Perfect...reached right out and grabbed me," Julian muttered kicking at the over grown root from some tree which was probably a few hundred years older then he was.
"And this time will be different...has to be," Julian explained as he tossed a duffel in Kingston's direction.
It seemed as if Julian and Kingston had been chasing shadows since they were kids; once they had graduated college they had stumbled across a way to make "money" out of it and here they were though hardly with the luck of those GhostFacers who had suddenly become so popular. It seemed every time they caught a break their equipment would malfunction or evidence would disappear all together...though in truth they had yet to experience that one totally haunt experience they had been searching for for years.
"This place should be a buffet of paranormal activity as soon as the sun goes down," Julian commented as he stared up at the looming house. Shouldering his back pack and grabbing two more duffels stuffed with over priced equipment he shot a glance at Kingston figuring he could use a bit of his friends optimism that seemed to be un-ending.
"Should we knock then?" Julian asked with a smirk as he slammed the door to the beetle shut.
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Post by Kingston West on Sept 30, 2010 18:40:39 GMT -4
"Perfect...reached right out and grabbed me,"
"Of course it did," Kingston agreed, a wry smile on his face. It was unlikely that it was the tree's fault, given the clutzyness of his friend. But then again... one never knew. It had been speculated that trees were more sentient than the majority of the world thought.
"And this time will be different...has to be,"
Kingston simply nodded as he caught the duffel bag, knowing exactly what Julian was thinking. He couldn't remember a time when they hadn't been looking for ghosts. It was about time their life long search came to something other than missing or broken equipment.
"This place should be a buffet of paranormal activity as soon as the sun goes down,"
Glancing back towards the house, Kingston nodded again. He remembered the cold feeling he had simply sitting on the porch. If that was what it was like during the day, outside of the house, then he could only imagine what it would be like inside, after dark.
"You know, I heard a theory as to why when you go looking for haunts, the ghosts don't show up... but in the same place, if you're not expcting them, they'll be as scary as ever..." Kingston mused, still staring at the house. "Some particle phycisists were apparently bored one day and discovered that atoms actually behave differently when you're watching them closely than when you're not... so they think it applies to ghosts too..."
He trailed off, his smile reappearing on his face as he glanced back at Julian. "Not that that helps us much eh?" he said. "Besides, I hardly think ghosts are subject to the laws of physics."
"Should we knock then?"
With a grand, bowing gesture, Kingston returned his friend's smirk and said, "after you."
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Post by Julian Browning on Oct 1, 2010 0:25:38 GMT -4
"You know, I heard a theory as to why when you go looking for haunts, the ghosts don't show up... but in the same place, if you're not expcting them, they'll be as scary as ever...Some particle phycisists were apparently bored one day and discovered that atoms actually behave differently when you're watching them closely than when you're not... so they think it applies to ghosts too..."
Julian did his best to "listen" to his friend go on about God only knew what as his eyes scanned the front of the house. It felt creepy...which felt right!
"My grandmother had the same theory about women King...go looking for a girl and she'll never show up Julian," he explained using his best "granny voice."
"Obviously grandma had never heard of Craigslist," he added with a smirk as he cast a look back at the beetle silently hoping it would actually start if they needed to leave quickly...technically they weren't supposed to be here...technically the police were not their biggest fans. But "technically" charges had never stuck...the Ghostbusters would be proud.
"after you."
"Of course," Julian replied shoving his friend gently as he made his way up the old stairs of the bed and breakfast. Eying the door for a moment Julian grasped the door-nob not really surprised to find it locked. The wood of the door was old and rickety....any little thing would surely knock it down.....splinter the wood......leaving it wide open for someone to perhaps seek shelter from the storm. Whistling lightly to himself Julian eyed everything but the door before none to gently slamming into the wooden door...which didn't give an inch but hurt like a mother!
"Son of a bitch!" Julian cried rubbing his shoulder slightly and glaring at the door.
Kicking out at the door Julian was taken by surprised as it swung open...he hadn't kicked it nearly hard enough and the wood hadn't splintered it had simply...opened.
"As good as an invite as we're gonna get," Julian stated with a shrug still rubbing his shoulder as he crossed the threshold of the house.
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Post by Kingston West on Oct 4, 2010 22:12:47 GMT -4
"My grandmother had the same theory about women King...go looking for a girl and she'll never show up Julian... Obviously grandma had never heard of Craigslist,"
Kingston laughed. "Oh yeah? And how's that working out for you?"
"Of course,"
Kingston held his ground against Julian's light shove before following his friend up to the front door of the house. It was old, probably filled with termites, and extremely creepy looking. If childhood logic stood to reason - which Kingston liked to think it did - then how could a ghost not live here?
The issue of course would be getting in as it would most likely be locked. A fact Julian proved as the door did not open when tried. Apparently Julian had a solution to that, he had his "i'm pretending i'm totally not going to do something illegal but I really am" look on his face.
True to his strange look, Julian collided with the door in an attempt to force it open. To no effect, unfortunately. Though it had looked painful.
Wincing, Kingston asked, "you okay?" The door had looked like it should have collapsed with the effort. So either Julian as exceptionally weak, which he wasn't, or the door was much stronger than it looked... or the house was haunted... or both.
"Son of a bitch!"
Kingston flinched as Julian kicked the door, figuring that probably wasn't the best idea, considering what had happened the last time he tried violence on the door. But to his surprise the door swung open.
"As good as an invite as we're gonna get,"
Nodding, Kingston followed Julian inside, the cold sensation he had felt before only intensifying as he entered the house. Whether that was a good sign or not was rather debateable, so Kingston thought it would be best just not to think about it.
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Post by Julian Browning on Nov 4, 2010 11:50:11 GMT -4
"You okay?"
“I’m good…I’ve got another arm,” Julian explained still rubbing his throbbing shoulder. He would most likely have a bruise there in the morning big enough to put Godzilla to shame. His eyes scanned the foyer of the bed and breakfast as he heard Kingston make his way into the old house behind him. The place looked creepy, felt creepy and was most noticeably FREEZING!
Shrugging slightly deeper in his jacket Julian allowed his hand to fall away from his shoulder and skimmed his fingers across the dusty surface of what had once been the welcome desk. Check in notebooks and keys and dead flowers still littered the surface and Julian found that slightly odd as the house had been empty for some time…apparently nobody had wanted to stay long enough to clean things up.
“Can you shut the door King…” Julian muttered glancing back at his friends just in time to see the door slam shut behind them…Kingston never reaching out to shut it.
“…That works too,” Julian added on doing his best to hide the slight feeling of fear he had with what he certain was the most uncomfortable smile he could muster. Coughing slightly and opting to zip his jacket up Julian eyed their surrounding area not daring to try the door for fear of finding it locked. Ignorance was indeed bliss.
“Guess we should set up shop,” Julian offered as he picked up the few bags he had dropped in the entrance way and went past the first door way into what passed as the main lobby/recreation area. Dumping the bags upon the floor Julian knelt down and began stacking equipment upon one of the dusty old tables.
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Post by Kingston West on Nov 5, 2010 23:53:44 GMT -4
Kingston spun around and stared at the door as it slammed shut behind him. This house was getting creepier by the minute. He thought for a moment about trying the door to see if they could get back out again, but seeing Julian ignoring it, Kingston followed his friend's example. No need to freak themselves out any more than necessary.
“Guess we should set up shop,”
Nodding, Kingston dropped his bag to the floor and began pulling out tripods and camera's and other such equipment. He was unable, however, to shake the feeling of being watched, and try as he might, he could not concentrate on setting up his equipment.
He straightened up, looking around and - of course - finding nothing. Not a shadow, or disembodied face. Not even -
Kingston jumped, his eyes darting downwards to where he was sure he had heard a noise. Like someone moving around below them.
"Did..." he glanced up at Julian, frowning. "Did you hear that?"
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Post by Julian Browning on Nov 7, 2010 15:32:55 GMT -4
Julian was a pro at denial; he had after all mastered the art back before he could color between the lines. Currently he was happy in denying the fact that the house felt as if it was watching their every movement and planning their death while doing so.
"So um...13 guests died here...pus the 2 owners...bet we'll find lots of activity...probably be on Larry King this time next week," Julian rambled as he secured a few different recorders in the different corners of the main room.
Julian didn't miss how jumpy Kingston was and with good reason too as there was something seriously wrong with the house and that was becoming more and more obvious by the moment. A low moan below them caused the floor to shake slightly below them. It was something between a moan and a scream and Julian was rather certain it caused him to lose a shade of color on his face.
"Did...Did you hear that?"
"Hear...hear what?" Julian asked doing his best to keep calm. They would never get anywhere if they packed up and left before they even got started.
"Probably the wind...or an animal," Julian explained growing comfortable with his own bullshit story.
Shaking the sound off he returned to setting up the equipment. They needed proof and without equipment in place they would have nothing....again.
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Post by Kingston West on Feb 18, 2011 0:21:43 GMT -4
"Hear...hear what?"
Kingston glanced at his friend, seeing that Julian was doing his best to pretend that he hadn't in fact heard anything. Always had to be the tough guy, didn't he?
"Probably the wind...or an animal,"
Kingston nodded, wanting to believe that too. A noise like that, while probably meaning some sort of activity, probably also meant the bad kind. And if Julian didn't want to back at now while they still had the use of their bodily functions, then neither was Kingston.
He forced himself not to jump as the noise sounded again, much louder this time, directly below where he was standing.
"Maybe... Maybe I'll just go check it out," he squeaked, grabbing one of the EMFs and a torch and heading off to find some sort of entrance to the basement.
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