It lerks.

Part 1

415 words
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It was october 30th, 2020, it was quite cold outside as pink, orange and yellow colored leaves swayed side to side in the air as they fell to the ground. Henrik sourly steps on a leaf was he walks up to a house, sighing heavily and irritatedly, hating to take up this job to figure out what ghost haunted the house. The house was quite beautiful despite its state of abandonment, moss covered the nicely placed rocks around a garden, a garden that wasn't filled with anything other then sticks and dead bushes. Green vines stuck to the house but that was just apart of the beauty when the sun shined on the house, it made it look like a fairytale home but it was dark, 10:35 at night, to be exact, and it didn't look too pretty. Henrik was a ghost hunter, as they are called, but he wasn't like those fancy ghost hunters from those movies you see in theaters like Ghostbusters, more like what you see in documentaries, handling a spirit box, an EMF reader, and of course, a crucifix. The common tool when it comes to ghosts and demons.
Henrik locked his van that was parked in the grass, and walked up to the building, he slowly opens the doors, very cold, but with such a unique design with roses, swirly lines and some carved in leaves, the door color itself was a shade of velvet, hints of red smeared on the door "someone's definitely died recently...that doesn't look like paint to me.." he mumbles, bothered with how he could already smell the inside of the house, dead bodies, and rotten food. He questioned how food was apart of the smells. He pulls out his small notepad, reading the information; 'Ghosts name is Maria Baker, she only seems to respond when people are alone-- "guess its good i didn't come with a buddy." Henrik said, interrupting his own reading. 'By saying their name, you should be able to get the ghost angry or some paranormal activity. Make sure to refer to your journal and write down some notes.'
Henrik stopped reading and sighs, he knew he had forgotten something, the journal!
He just said forget it to himself, it was too late to go back, an hour drive back to his home and then back to the haunted house, the ghost might move on to another home or make friends, making the hunt far more difficult and possibly dangerous.