“Which is what it intended, and it fed off that fear,” Michelle stated.
“Good for it. I’m sure it choked on mine,” I retorted, and Michelle smiled.
“Chey, you were protected, trust me,” Michelle said. What could I say to that?
Callie
Chey was clearly unsettled, and I couldn’t blame her. When I reviewed the footage, I’d have been terrified too, but I noticed what Michelle had. It was using fake elements to frightenpeople. The entity was manipulating the situation, and that was something we could handle. But was it toying with us because it was weak and attempting to draw strength from our fear? Or was it something else? Maybe it was playing mind games with us, trying to scare us away.
Unfortunately for it, we’d faced demons and worse before. None of us would run at the first showing. I’d done several exorcisms, and one more wouldn’t be a hardship.
“Let’s break for dinner, and then you guys should change location,” I said finally.
“Agreed.”
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After a quick change of scene, Michelle, Chey, and Celt took the bedroom that Sunny and I had been in and had achieved no results. Instead, Sunny and I headed down to the boathouse. That place intrigued me, as water was known to help carry psychic emotions.
We opened the doors and entered. There was no boat moored, which wasn’t unusual as nobody lived here, but there was an overwhelming sense of a presence.
I grabbed the Ovilus and a temperature gauge and took some base readings. Sunny filmed around us and then pulled the SLS camera out.
“Be easier if we could have one of those new cameras that Freddie designed,” he griped.
“Sure would. The temperature is dropping slowly, Sunny,” I replied.
“I just saw movement behind Sunny,” Freddie’s voice cackled over the radio.
Both Sunny and I turned around and squinted into the dark corner.
“Can you describe it, Freddie?” I questioned.
“A shadow moved. I’m reviewing the footage,” she said.
“Hi, I’m Callie, we’re here to talk to you. We’ll always show you the utmost respect. What’s your name?” I asked. I waited a few moments and continued. “This is Sunny—he’s my husband. He rides in a motorcycle club, if you know what that is. I’m a paranormal investigator. What did you do?”
The thermometer shrieked as the temperature dropped further. I shivered slightly.
“Sunny has an SLS camera. It lets us see you. Can you wave at us?”
Sunny moved the SLS camera around, then paused, focusing on the shadows in the corner furthest from us.
“You got something?” I murmured, stepping closer.
“Yeah.”
I leaned over his arm and saw a tall figure standing there. I narrowed my eyes and squinted, but couldn’t make anything out.
“Hi, we can see you. It’s nice meeting you,” I said.
“Fuck off,”the order rumbled through the boathouse, full of menace and threat.
Sunny immediately stepped in front of me.
“Callie!” he roared as a shadow rushed at us. Sunny was shoved violently, and a splash followed. The SLS camera fell to the decking, and Sunny disappeared.
“Sunny!” I yelled and turned on my torch. I heard splashing and headed over to the water.
