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“So did I!” Cary exclaimed. “EMF was going crazy the closer we got. Please tell us everything.”
“Okay.” Grant rubbed his hands together. “I’m already at four. Two active spirits, a possible residual, and maybe even an inhuman presence in the Eastern Stairs.”
“Holy fuck.” Finn gasped.
“I second. The holiest of fucks.” Cary grinned. “That’s incredible.”
“The ghost I made contact with is named Huck Sharpe,” Grant went on. “He claims the inhuman spirit in the stairs is what actually killed him.”
“What?” Cary’s brow furrowed. “How?”
“I don’t know, but we can totally check it. He thinks he died in the last five years. The other spirit, and I swear I’m not making this up, is Precipitation Per Chance. Apparently he’s the bride.”
“Seriously?” Cary blinked in surprise. “Our Woman in White is a man?”
“Yeah, that’s what Huck told me. Even had a nickname for him. Called him Sip. Oh, and Mrs. Charles has dinner at nine o’clock every night, and we should find a bell.”
“A bell?” Finn asked.
“Yeah. She has to ring a bell for dinner service. According to my new friend, him and Sip have to make a ringing sound for her since there isn’t a real bell for her to ring.”
“What happens if they don’t?”
“Well.” Grant paused. “I don’t know, but I’ll be sure to ask. So. You guys have anything yet?”
Finn and Cary exchanged a sheepish grin.
“You got pinched too, didn’t you?” Grant laughed. “See! I told you!”
“Hey, we always believed you, but mine was definitely not on my ass,” Cary declared. “Whoever that pinching ghost is has really good aim ’cause I swear they got my nipple dead on.”
“Wow.” Grant snorted. “That’s Precipitation, according to Huck.”
“This place is incredible,” Cary gushed. “I can’t believe it’s so active. And you haven’t even… you know?”
“No.” Grant shook his head.
Sometimes when a location wasn’t giving them any results, Cary and Finn would ask Grant to share some of his energy with the spirits so they could interact with them. This was the only time Grant did it, and the results were mixed. A tiny charge was enough for a ghost to knock, rattle a door, or if they were feeling particularly feisty, throw things or scratch them.
Finn and Cary knew Grant didn’t like it because the spirits were so unpredictable, so they asked only when they were totally desperate—usually after multiple locations they’d been investigating had been uneventful back to back. That didn’t happen too often, and Grant could count on his fingers how many times he’d done it for the show.
Okay, yes, technically he did just do it with Huck for some very fluffy hand holding, but that was different. It was the first time he’d shared his energy because he wanted to and not because they were having trouble making contact.
“I don’t think I’m going to need to,” Grant continued. “This place is already really charged for, uh, you know, those certain kinds of weather events. There is definitely somethinguniquegoing on here.”
“And we have three whole fuckin’ months to check it all out.” Cary was visibly about to burst, and he pumped his fist into the air. “Fuck! This is great.”
“It will be once we actually capture some evidence,” Finn said evenly. He was smiling, but he clearly wasn’t ready to start celebrating yet. “I don’t think Mack caught the table moving because we were in front of him, and I’m not sure if I got it on the thermal. We got the EMF spikes at least, and we’ll still have the audio from the EVP sessions we did earlier to review.”
“We are gonna get something real,” Cary insisted. “We have three damn months in every paranormal investigator’s dream house right now, and we have something none of them do to guide us.” He gestured emphatically at Grant.
“Thank you.” Grant beamed. It was nice to feel appreciated.
“We’ll have Aurora look into those names you gave us tomorrow,” Finn said. “Might be worth looking into the history of the house on our own too.”
“Don’t trust Myrna’s tour?” Grant teased.
“I trust she is faithfully repeating whatever has been passed down to her. Whether or not it’s true is a question we need answered. Considering the possible presence of an inhuman spirit here?” Finn grimaced. “I feel confident there’s more to the story.”
