“That’s why I’m returning to base and will arrive first thing in the morning. We’re reluctant to hire more security, and it’s not often we’ll have two places to investigate. Sunny stated he’s alright with it,” Solace said, but she didn’t look happy.
“That’s fine, Solace. Sunny has the same training as you, and we know Celt can hold his own. We’ll be more vulnerable during the day when we’re asleep, so it makes sense to have you back then,” I agreed.
Solace nodded and headed out.
“Are you okay with not having security?” Celt asked.
“We’ve got you and Sunny. I meant what I said; we’re safe with you, Celt. Now, did you and Chey pick a room?” There were five to choose from. Sunny and I were staying in the main bedroom where the parents had died from being shot.
“Chey chose the third-floor bedroom. She claimed it called to her,” Celt admitted and pulled a face.
“I’ve picked where the two boys were killed,” Michelle said. “Harry said voices have been heard there.”
“That leaves the younger daughter’s room with nothing but cameras. That’s easy enough to handle,” I said.
Michelle shivered, and I glanced at her. “Are you picking up on anything?”
“I don’t know, but something feels malevolent in here,” she admitted.
“Okay, let’s start. Besides the five bedrooms, three bathrooms, and the half-bath, there are the living room, dining room, and foyer. Plus, the kitchen, sunroom, boathouse slash garage, basement, and a boat slip. Michelle, you join Celt and Cheyand carry the camera, and I’ll go with Sunny, and he’ll be my cameraman,” I said.
“If you want, I can handle the camera,” Celt offered.
“We’ll take it in turns,” Michelle replied, and Celt nodded. “Callie, I blessed the crosses again, and you have your bible. Don’t be afraid to use it. There’s also holy water with the equipment; I suggest you and Sunny each carry a flask and some salt. Use it for a protective circle if you need to.”
“Will do. Where do you want to start?” I asked, giving them the option.
“I think the living room and sunroom,” Michelle said.
“Sunny and I will use the third-floor bedroom. We shouldn’t investigate our own bedrooms, or we’d never sleep in there,” I quipped.
Michelle laughed. “True. Okay, I guess we’re getting started.”
“Yes. Just be aware, I’ve put Rem-Pods in each room. If the downstairs goes off, they’re yours to check out. If it’s the second or third, Sunny and I will get them,” I stated.
Michelle
I entered the living room after grabbing some stuff from the foyer. Callie said that would be the equipment storage, and that was fine by me. I said a prayer for Celt, Chey, and me before grabbing an Ovilus. I preferred them to the static noise machines called Spirit Boxes. Celt was holding the night-vision camera and filming.
“So, what do we do?” Chey asked. She was carrying the EMF meter, and I was listening closely in case it spiked.
“We’ll start here and stay for a while unless a Rem-Pod activates. Do you understand what each piece of equipment does?” I replied.
Celt snorted. “Chey researched every item you own. She probably knows more than you guys.”
Chey shrugged but didn’t look abashed. Her EMF meter squealed, and we turned to check it out. “It says the temperature is dropping,” Chey said. “It’s five degrees colder than a few minutes ago.” Chey whipped out a pad and wrote it down, and the time.
Her professionalism impressed me.
“Okay, let’s grab a seat. We’ll take turns calling out.”
Chey and I received no reply, but when Celt asked if anyone was present, the EMF meter spiked, and the Rem-Pod screeched at the same time.
“Are you male? Touch the Rem-Pod again if you are,” I questioned, looking for a reply.
Nothing happened. Chey posed the question again, changing to female, but once more, no response.
“Celt, you ask,” I said with a frown. As soon as Celt repeated my question, the Rem-Pod squealed.
