‘The cartons are all done with, shall we start moving them?’, Jim asked.
They were moving to a new place, away from their current home which gave them enough nightmare to last a life time. It wasn’t just some horror they experienced. Fear, bad vibe, sickness, etc.,. The times were bad for them and they wanted change. So they decided to move away from here.
‘Did you put all my books into one or randomly packed them?’ Onia asked, knowing her better half would rather want the packing to get over as soon as possible rather than spent another minute here packing.
‘You’re afraid of misplacing your books rather than moving out of here.’
‘Fine, let’s get ready then.’
‘Don’t worry, everything’s in place.’
‘I’m calling the movers. You get the fragile ones and set them with the glassware I kept in the corner.’
Their stuffs were all packed. The movers were almost at the front gate. They heard a mini truck stop by their front gate.
Doors flew open. People getting out from the van. Noise. Shouting. Equipment getting setup.
‘Do you read anything on the EMP radar?’, the woman asked the group.
‘Well, you might win the bet after all’, said a man catching up beside her.
It was almost midnight. The moon was born anew. His radar picked up two fifth of the signal area.
Jim looked down from the top floor windows expecting to see someone but unfortunately he didn’t. He thought he might have imagined it and went inside to look for Onia.
Another man with a miniature satellite that fit a small device on his hand which was connected to a huge headset walked from behind them. He was silent and was keenly listening to anything other than the static he heard. He showed, waved the tiny satellite over head and around him very patiently.
Static.
The rest of the team waited in the van doing the recording and rest of the data collection work.
The woman almost reached the front door when she felt someone watching her. Of course, two jumbo fat colleagues of hers were beside her but this feeling was different. She suddenly looked up to the top floor windows facing the front to notice a pair of eyes on a hollow pale – not so clear face – looking down at her.
‘Gods!’, she screamed stepping back.
The headphone man almost fell back hearing a sudden change in the static. The other man freaked out too.
‘What’s wrong with you!?! It’s not like you are easily scared like this.’
‘It’s nothing, I thought I saw someone looking at me from that window.’
And she was right. It looked plain empty as before or as it should be. They proceeded further on to the surroundings to check for any signals. A while after their failed tests they came back to the front and decided to check the insides of the huge house. And just as they were entering, the woman noticed a rusty wind chime hanging around the corner of the front porch. It didn’t dangle enough to make any noice.
Probably the light breeze wasn’t strong enough for it, she wondered.
The first man with the EMP radar broke her thought, ‘How many were the latest?’
‘Two, a couple. Frankly speaking they survived the longest in here. Probably not long enough to get out in time.’
‘Sad peeps.’
Jim heard some noise again and now sure to check out what it was he went out through the front flashing the powerful light from his torch around the place.
‘Who’s there?! I better not find you hiding there.’
Not finding anything or anyone around, he decided to head back inside but just as he was about to, he noticed the wind chime - clean and shiny in the faint night light – dangling, swaying a little, trying hard to touch each parts of it to make it’s sound.
‘Hey, Kim?’
‘What?’. The man with the headset was looking back at the wind chime.
‘The wind chime…should it not swing even a little bit. There was enough wind outside when we got in, if you haven’t noticed.’
‘True, but you should consider the tall compound wall, the gate and the curved shape of the roof. It’s blocking the path of the wind from almost all side.’
‘Well, that’s bad. Anyways I heard the cops proved the two deaths as double murder or something. Probably a serial killer was on the loose, they say.’
He was new to the team. He didn’t learn much about the ethics of being ghost hunters who showcased their “investigations”.
‘What did I tell about speaking logical stuff and news from reports when live!?! You repeat this mistake again I'll make sure I report you to the boss. Now we gotta edit the entire “entering” scene just because of your mistake. Our entire ghost hunter business relies on perfection in the act and the location. And when you are in the act, you go with it. Do you understand?’
‘Yes Mr. Jenkens. I'm sorry. I’ll not repeat it and I'll make up for this.’
‘Enough, let’s just finish up here as quickly as possible’.
The door slowly creaked close after they got in.
Behind them the wind chime swayed.
They were moving to a new place, away from their current home which gave them enough nightmare to last a life time. It wasn’t just some horror they experienced. Fear, bad vibe, sickness, etc.,. The times were bad for them and they wanted change. So they decided to move away from here.
‘Did you put all my books into one or randomly packed them?’ Onia asked, knowing her better half would rather want the packing to get over as soon as possible rather than spent another minute here packing.
‘You’re afraid of misplacing your books rather than moving out of here.’
‘Fine, let’s get ready then.’
‘Don’t worry, everything’s in place.’
‘I’m calling the movers. You get the fragile ones and set them with the glassware I kept in the corner.’
Their stuffs were all packed. The movers were almost at the front gate. They heard a mini truck stop by their front gate.
***
Doors flew open. People getting out from the van. Noise. Shouting. Equipment getting setup.
‘Do you read anything on the EMP radar?’, the woman asked the group.
‘Well, you might win the bet after all’, said a man catching up beside her.
It was almost midnight. The moon was born anew. His radar picked up two fifth of the signal area.
***
Jim looked down from the top floor windows expecting to see someone but unfortunately he didn’t. He thought he might have imagined it and went inside to look for Onia.
***
Another man with a miniature satellite that fit a small device on his hand which was connected to a huge headset walked from behind them. He was silent and was keenly listening to anything other than the static he heard. He showed, waved the tiny satellite over head and around him very patiently.
Static.
The rest of the team waited in the van doing the recording and rest of the data collection work.
The woman almost reached the front door when she felt someone watching her. Of course, two jumbo fat colleagues of hers were beside her but this feeling was different. She suddenly looked up to the top floor windows facing the front to notice a pair of eyes on a hollow pale – not so clear face – looking down at her.
‘Gods!’, she screamed stepping back.
The headphone man almost fell back hearing a sudden change in the static. The other man freaked out too.
‘What’s wrong with you!?! It’s not like you are easily scared like this.’
‘It’s nothing, I thought I saw someone looking at me from that window.’
And she was right. It looked plain empty as before or as it should be. They proceeded further on to the surroundings to check for any signals. A while after their failed tests they came back to the front and decided to check the insides of the huge house. And just as they were entering, the woman noticed a rusty wind chime hanging around the corner of the front porch. It didn’t dangle enough to make any noice.
Probably the light breeze wasn’t strong enough for it, she wondered.
The first man with the EMP radar broke her thought, ‘How many were the latest?’
‘Two, a couple. Frankly speaking they survived the longest in here. Probably not long enough to get out in time.’
‘Sad peeps.’
***
Jim heard some noise again and now sure to check out what it was he went out through the front flashing the powerful light from his torch around the place.
‘Who’s there?! I better not find you hiding there.’
Not finding anything or anyone around, he decided to head back inside but just as he was about to, he noticed the wind chime - clean and shiny in the faint night light – dangling, swaying a little, trying hard to touch each parts of it to make it’s sound.
***
‘Hey, Kim?’
‘What?’. The man with the headset was looking back at the wind chime.
‘The wind chime…should it not swing even a little bit. There was enough wind outside when we got in, if you haven’t noticed.’
‘True, but you should consider the tall compound wall, the gate and the curved shape of the roof. It’s blocking the path of the wind from almost all side.’
‘Well, that’s bad. Anyways I heard the cops proved the two deaths as double murder or something. Probably a serial killer was on the loose, they say.’
He was new to the team. He didn’t learn much about the ethics of being ghost hunters who showcased their “investigations”.
‘What did I tell about speaking logical stuff and news from reports when live!?! You repeat this mistake again I'll make sure I report you to the boss. Now we gotta edit the entire “entering” scene just because of your mistake. Our entire ghost hunter business relies on perfection in the act and the location. And when you are in the act, you go with it. Do you understand?’
‘Yes Mr. Jenkens. I'm sorry. I’ll not repeat it and I'll make up for this.’
‘Enough, let’s just finish up here as quickly as possible’.
The door slowly creaked close after they got in.
Behind them the wind chime swayed.
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