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Sometimes you got insight from other investigators that turned the tide of a haunt. Plus, we’d all been in their shoes. Everyone started somewhere, we just managed to hit it big on our socials.
We continued on, answering a few more questions as the night ticked down until Brea’s stomach rumbled.
“Okay, on that note, we have to go prepare for the investigation tonight and get some dinner in. Make sure you tune back in, the fun starts at midnight. The countdown’s on the site,” Ryker said before climbing back down, ignoring Lincoln’s groans of protest as he stepped on him before clicking off the live.
“Okay, I’m officially starving to death. Logan said he was leaving us some prepared meals, so let’s go see what’s in the kitchen,” she said.
“You had me at food,” I said, falling into step behind her and letting the others trail behind us.
“I’m curious to see who this investigator is,” Lincoln mused.
“He hasn’t messaged yet,” Ryker answered the unspoken question.
“Though I’m kind of curious to see who this guy is.”
We wound our way through the hall back to the kitchens.
Logan had left a notebook on the counter outlining everything he left behind for every meal and the snacks he’d prepared. He made pastries on top of enough meals to get us through several days. The snow was letting up tomorrow but he planned ahead just in case.
The town had made it clear that their plows wouldn’t even tackle it until it was done snowing for a few hours and we were quickly learning these snow storms could rage on for days.
“Is anybody opposed to just doing sandwiches? He left a whole tray,” Brea asked as she ransacked the fridge. Eventually, turning around with the tray when nobody protested. “There’re chips in the pantry, along with a fresh jar of pickles, which somebody better grab out for me.”
She turned around and grabbed a few more things for the sandwiches, then followed the instructions to find the bread. He outlined everything, leaving nothing for us to guess about.
“Okay, I found the investigator,” Ben said. When he didn’t offer more, we all turned to him, going silent until he realized what he was doing.
“Sorry, guys,” he laughed us off, completely unfazed. “This guy is like a fucking model.”
Ben turned the tablet around to show us the man. He was handsome as hell and covered in tattoos. His clothes were that alternative style of black with silver chains on his leather jacket and rings shining on his fingers.
He had a lip ring and an eyebrow piercing. He also had these deep cheekbones and a cut jawline. I’d almost be jealous if I thought he was anywhere near Brea’s type.
“He said that he’s part of this ghost-hunting association, and he even included a few pictures and clips to show that he’s the real deal. He’s about an hour away for another investigation, so he said he could swing by the next few days if we do decide to invite him along.”
“What’s his name?” Brea asked.
“Hale Bradshaw,” Ben answered. “He’s got some badass pictures.”
He turned the screen to show us again. The spread of pictures showcased some abandoned locations and a few selfies like he couldn’t help but including thirst traps.
But damn, if I looked like that, I’d do the same.
“So, do we invite him in for a joint investigation?” I questioned, curious what everyone thought.
“I’m in,” Lincoln said, “It could be nice to see how an outsider perceives this place because we haven’t told them everything. I’m also curious about this Ghost Hunter’s Association. It’d be nice to have some contacts in case we ever needed anything.”
“Sending a message now,” Ben agreed. “Then we need to decide where to investigate tonight.”
ChapterEleven
Brea
“Can anyone understand what this man is saying?” I asked as I stared at the spirit box, trying to make sense of it all.
“Use that fancy new recorder you got from the antique shop,” Ryker said. He pulled his EMF reader out of his bag and showed it to me, a grin on his face as he turned it on.
The EMF reader started ticking like crazy as something crashed nearby.
