Scott pumped his fist as the reply to his text message came in. He slipped his phone back in his pocket, and snuck out of the corner where he'd hidden to keep his supervisor from seeing the phone. A quick look across the warehouse found Rick talking to Karl, another member of the team.
"You're not going to believe who just texted to set up a case," he said as he approached his co-workers and fellow part-time investigators of the paranormal. After a suitable pause, he revealed the secret.
Of course, her real name was Candice, but everyone called her Candy — and every man in the place wanted to give her a lick. The blonde had a body to die for, and a roommate who was equally drool-worthy. Candy had managed to get fired for attendance, but her roommate Misty still worked in the warehouse.
Karl's eyes popped wide open. "No fucking way," he responded, emphasizing every word.
"You have to be kidding," Rick agreed.
Scott shook his head. "Only catch is that it has to be tomorrow night. I told her that we'd do it. Didn't figure that anybody would mind."
"No shit," Karl said with a laugh.
Rick remarked, "Damn, things sure are stirred up. We've been booked solid for a month. Looks like we're getting a real Halloween surge."
"We're going to be exhausted after doing Candy's place tomorrow and the Grady Mansion on Halloween, but it will be worth it," Scott said.
"Especially if we keep getting EVPs as clear as those last few," Karl agreed, referring to the ghostly voices — Electronic Voice Phenomenon — that they'd picked up on recent investigations.
Scott nodded. "I could do without any more that say kill them, though."
"Clearest one yet," Rick said. Though the voice had spooked them all a little at first, excitement at having such clear evidence of paranormal activity had quickly overwhelmed it.
"Let's get ahold of everyone." Scott assigned Karl and Rick different members of the team to contact, so that all three of them could send text messages whenever the opportunity arose.
The Regional Investigators of the Paranormal — R.I.P. for short — were on the case.
The pair of semi-professional ghost hunters arrived at Candy's house that evening, to do a little scouting and get some information before bringing in the whole team the next night.
"Come in," Misty said when she answered the door.
Rick and Scott both glanced at each other and grinned when she turned to hold the door open. She was wearing shorts and a tight t-shirt that did a damn good job of showing off her long legs and breasts.
Candy was sitting on the couch, dressed in a similar outfit. Her larger breasts stretched the material of the t-shirt between them, making it more than a little difficult for the two long-time friends and colleagues to keep their minds on business. Misty sat down next to her roommate, while Scott and Rick pulled up chairs.
Scott said, "Okay, if you could tell us anything about what's been happening, it will help in the investigation."
Misty shrugged and said, "I've always felt a little weird about the one bedroom. It gets cold in there sometimes, and I feel like somebody is watching me. I never used to go in there after dark, until Candy moved in."
Her roommate picked up from there. "I've been having the same sort of feelings ever since I moved in, but I've been hearing things, too. I thought I saw something a couple of nights ago, and that really freaked me out."
The two women shared a look. Misty's expression looked amused, while Candy's looked apprehensive. After a few seconds, Candy said, "No, I'm not saying it."
Misty laughed. "Well, can I? They should know everything, shouldn't they?"
Rick offered, "There's nothing you can say that we're going to make fun of you over."
Scott agreed, "Yeah, we take anything that you're feeling seriously, and it could help us direct the investigation."
"God, you do it," Candy said, her cheeks turning a little red.
"Candy's been having certain feelings any time she sleeps in her room for the last couple of weeks."
"What sort of feelings?" Scott asked.
Candy smiled and rolled her eyes. "I get so horny that I can't see straight, okay."
It was all Scott and Rick could do to maintain a straight face. If not for having heard the most outrageous claims from people since taking up paranormal investigation as a hobby, they couldn't have possibly managed it.
"It's gotten so bad that she's just been sleeping with me," Misty added, her tone serious again.
That was even harder to take.
Scott took the initiative, hoping to push aside the distinctly naughty nature of his thoughts with business. "Why don't you show us around, and point out anywhere that gives you an odd feeling? It doesn't necessarily have to be connected to the one room. Other places in the house could have activity, too."
"Sure," Misty said, and stood up.
Candy got up as well, and the tour commenced.
A short while later, with a good feel for the house and the case, Scott and Rick climbed back in the car.
They held on until they were a block away, and then exploded into laughter.
"Holy fucking shit," Scott finally said.
"I thought for sure that I was going to crack when she said that they were sleeping together."
"Wonder if they're actually sleeping together?" Scott suggested.
"Wonder if we can convince them to let us set up cameras and leave them for a couple of days to see for ourselves?"
"Well, I have my whacking material for tonight."
Rick cringed and said, "I didn't need to know that."
"I didn't need to know that Mary called your dick Monty the Python either, so we're even."
The two lifelong friends shared another laugh, anticipating the case the next night — for more than one reason.
With darkness falling the next day, Scott stood outside Misty's house with seven members of the team. None of the girls had been able to get out of obligations on short notice, so it was only the guys on the case.
Considering the clients and the description of the case, it was little surprise that all of the men had dropped everything for the opportunity.
"We won't touch anything, except to maybe open closet doors," Scott reassured the two women, who were dressed to kill, because they were going to the bar while the investigation was on.
"Or if Greg trips over something in the dark," Karl added, drawing laughter from everyone — even the butt of the joke.
Misty waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. "It's okay, we trust you."
"Yeah, give us a call when you're done," Candy said. The two women then waved goodbye, and headed for their car.
The team filed into the house, and Scott took charge. "Okay, I want to leave the bedrooms for last, since that's where most of the activity is. Two of us will take the kitchen, two in here, two in the basement, and two in the attic."
Karl eyed the questionable ladder positioned below the attic entrance. "Count me out of the attic."
"I'm all over it," Rick said.
Scott nodded his head in agreement. "I want to check out that attic. There's something about it."
A couple of minutes later, the team had their assigned areas. With all the equipment checked, Scott said, "Okay, let's go lights out."
The girls had turned off most of the lights, so when Rick flipped the last switch, the house was plunged into darkness, save for the small beams of LED flashlights.
Scott and Rick split up upon ascending the ladder, though they stayed within a few feet of each other. The attic was unfinished, making walking a bit precarious on the two-by-fours with insulation filling the gaps between them. Though he'd felt as if the attic had promise, Scott wasn't getting that vibe now that he'd actually ascended the ladder.
"I just had a temperature drop," Rick remarked.
Scott carefully made his way toward his friend, and tried to guess their position. "I think we're over Candy's bedroom."
"That's what I was thinking." Rick turned the electromagnetic field detector so that his friend could see it. "It's reading normal right now, but I had a short spike while you were walking over here."
"I can feel the cold, too," Scott noted.
"It's about four degrees difference."
"Let's turn on the DVRs and see if we can pick anything up."
Though most investigators used old-fashioned tape media for recording, claiming that digital filtered out EVPs, Scott had never agreed with that. Hisses and pops from the tapes could easily be mistaken for EVPs, and he was all about irrefutable evidence. The choice to use digital voice recorders hadn't prevented them from obtaining some exciting recordings.
The pair asked a few questions, watching the readings on their equipment, hoping to elicit a response from any otherworldly entities. Though nothing else out of the ordinary occurred, they had picked up EVPs before without experiencing anything unusual at the time.
"Let's head back down. I think the bedroom is where it's going to be at," Scott suggested.
Rick agreed, and the pair made the slightly frightening journey back down the old ladder. Karl was near the ladder when they descended. "You guys get anything?"
"A little hit on the EMF, and a cold spot. We think it was over Candy's room," Scott answered.
"I had a big hit on the K2 in the hall outside her room too."
Rick said, "There's definitely something about that room."
"That's why we saved it for last," Scott said.
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