Hidden Phasmophobia

Prologue

"You're not going to tell Vincent that I snuck out, right?" The woman asked the driver as she went through her notebook and added small, additional notes to the different pages. The man driving the car. "I won't." He replied. The woman showed a small sigh of relief. "Good, because despite me being older I can't do anything on my own without him kicking my ass." She replied quietly. shaking his head. "Oh yeah, I grabbed your favorite Monster for you." He said smiling, handing the woman an Ultra Peachy Keen Monster energy drink. The woman smiled as well and took it. "Thanks." She said while still smiling and she took another look at her notebook. The driver noticed she kept looking at the book and he let out a small laugh. "Come on, you already know what's in there, what more could you possibly add? "Actually for your information," the woman replied. "I'm going through both of our notebooks. I'm adding the notes that you're missing." The driver raised an eyebrow and looked at the woman while also quickly glancing at the road to pay attention. "Wait, I'm missing notes? But those are all I gathered from my past trips with the others?" The woman shook her head. "Don't worry you're not missing a lot, just a couple of ghost types." The woman said as she kept going through the pages and two books that she had in her hands. She seemed too focused to get these notes in for the man. Almost as if this was currently her number one priority. After the woman finished with all the smaller details and notes she put his notebook down and sighed. "There, that way in case for some dumb reason you decide to go on a ghost hunt alone again you won't mess up and disappoint the company."
He laughed, "I had no one else to take, you were asleep, Vincent was hanging out with his boyfriend, and-... Tommy would kick my ass. I had no one. Besides, how was I supposed to know the company discovered more types? I didn't even know that was their job." The woman let out a small laugh. "Correction, they'd all beat your ass." She laughed again and shook her head. "Well now that you have all the ghost types in your journal maybe you won't fuck up again." She said with a small joking smile. She placed the man's journal on the back seat and while doing this she realized the man was right. it was strange that the company had all these new different types discovered, when no one even knew that they could do that. All anyone knew was that the company would send some letter to someone's house offering them a job position in the business, then once every job has been completed, they would get rid of the ghost along with all evidence of its harm. Then anything else they did was give you the money you earned from that job depending on how big the area, and if anyone lived. One of the reasons why the woman would refuse to work with anyone else. You would only get more money for 4 reasons. A picture of the ghost, the ghost interacting with the equipment, or by taking a picture of your teammate's dead body after they have gotten slaughtered by the ghost. It had gone to the point where reports from the company showed that groups would backstab each other just to kill at least one or more of their teammates just for the extra cash. It always sickened the woman at the thought of it. It just didn't feel right at all.

The man noticed the woman lost in thought. "Are you ok?" He asked and the woman nodded in response. "Just thinking about how shitty this company is. I mean, hell. Maybe Vincent is right, it's sketchy as hell to work for people you don't even know. Especially people who won't do anything about the other people killing their teammates just for a pile of money. It's sick, it's just so sick. And with them saying that there are more ghost types. So, they're saying that they can go off. And explore new ghosts, but we are the ones to do the dangerous stunts? For what, 150 dollars? 150 dollars a case just for us to risk our lives for these people." She finished her rant as she rested her head on the back of the seat. The man nodded and he pulled the car over on the side of the road and took the keys out of the ignition. He let out a soft sigh as he looked at the keys. "What sucks even more though is that they don't care. Someone dies? Oh well. Time to hire another person who will end up in the same situation as the last. Like it's just some kind of endless cycle." The woman listened to him closely and nodded. Even though he was right, she knew that it was just how life worked. At least for any normal person. Doing the same cycle for days at a time, it basically summed up her life. Waking up, talking to her brother, then later on going on secret ghost hunting missions while getting back home by 4 in the morning by the latest and only getting about 3 hours of sleep a night. Some days it would be a bit different by taking a day off and napping all day. The woman then noticed the silence between the two and she sighed, breaking the silence.