Blame it on the Changes (Lawrence)

[Chloe Matthews]

It had been an unusual past few days for Chloe, something she was still trying to wrap her mind around completely. Once a girl who sought only logic as an explanation, who after many years of her obsession with monsters had rid herself of such foolish thoughts only to find that it was all real! The blonde really didn't know what to think. Suddenly being told that supernatural weirdness wasn't all just behind the silver screen but actually existed, it was insane! Yet she's experienced it herself and regardless was still looking for a more realistic explanation. So far she was failing.

Having been trying to studying up on what her new job claimed to investigate, Chloe had been at the local library looking up everything from folk tales to myths, legends and witchcraft. Reading wasn't the problem that lingered on her mind though, instead she worried about how much she really was endeared by this knowledge, about how easily she was beginning to accept it and how contradicting it was to what she had taught herself to see and believe the past few years. Her life had been turned around and she had turned her back on her past but since that day at Sullivan & Cooper she had come to a full stop before a cross roads. She could continue on and pretend none of this had ever happened, that it was all some freaky dream or crazy set up, or she could allow herself to delve deeper into the unknown which was proving to be rather easy and felt almost normal in an eerie way.

Preoccupied as she walked down the library steps she stashed away some books into her bag not particularily wanting to flaunt her new interest on the streets of San Francisco. The usually over alert girl wasn't quite in her usual focus as she headed down the steps. This supernatural interest had taken over her life the past few days and sleep was something she was desperately needing. As she reached the bottom Chloe continued walking looking up to almost collide with a man walking by. In her attempt to move out of his path she shuffled a few paces backwards, tripped over her own footing and fell back onto the steps on the library. "I'm okay" she said to no one in particular and she stood up and dusted herself off hoping no one noticed.

[Lawrence]

Lawrence had been in the library, he hated book researching, unfortunately the internet not always had the most faithful information, not as good as books anyway. So he had gone to the library to find information on a rather strong type of ghost. However after an hour of going through books and not finding squat he had given up and had left the place swearing to himself and damning books for ever.

"Those damn'd things" he said as he started walking to where his truck was parked. Ever since 5 years ago he really had no house, he never stayed on a town for more than two months and he always lived in motels that didn't require identification, it was way better to live as a ghost, which was quite ironic really seeing how Law hated those things.

He was taking out the keys out of his pocket when a girl almost crashed onto him. She dodged him and fell backwards. At first Lawrence stood there looking at her, she was quite attractive but then he remembered a saying from the other farmers at Lawrence. 13 can get you 30. So he simply shook the thoughts out of his head.

"Ya alrigh' girl?" said Lawrence. "Ya should really look up while walkin'"

He noticed that she had dropped her bag when she fell, so he went and picked it up, the zipper half done he could see the contents inside the bag pack. Son of a bitch, no wonder he couldn't find shit about those pesky ghost things, this girl seemed to have got every damned book on the library on them.

"Interestin' books ya got there" said Lawrence giving the girl her bag back. "Ya should really open your eyes more if ya are dealin' with that sort of stuff, it ain't pretty girl..." he said looking directly at her trying to decipher her.

[Chloe Matthews]

"Ya alrigh' girl?...Ya should really look up while walkin'"

"Yeah I know, I usually do" she shook her head a little before looking up at the stranger who'd spoke to her in his foreign accent to that of San Francisco. "I'm fine...thanks" she smiled a little grateful for his politeness in asking how she was, most people would have just walked by her, not that this was a habit of hers falling over and walking into people. Usually the only reason Chloe may be seen as clumsy was when paying far too much detail to something else but even that she couldn't use as an excuse today. Instead the only excuse was her tiredness due to everything that she'd been trying to understand recently and that really wasn't much of an excuse as opposed to her own, rather badly made, decision.

"Mm" was all she responded with as he handed her her bag back. Great now she would be labled as a nutcase, but really was she honestly far from that description? Even she had begun to doubt sainity on occasion. The irony in her predicament; suddenly saying she was sane because freaks of nature existed, made her smile.

Chloe tilted her head as she looked to the man whose eyes were looking directly back at her. It made her feel uneasy. His look trying to see who she was and that was something she wasn't willing to show people easily nevermind a stranger, no matter how helpful and kind he had come across as. "Right...yeah, I'll keep that in mind" so he believed in it too? Did everyone know something she hadn't until recently? She was beginning to wonder. Tossing her bag over her shoulder again she looked to the man with the southern accent, "It's just a bunch of myths and legends, some old stories. They're hardly going to jump out the page and attack me" she stated as a joke though was curious as to how he would reply, if he would reply and how he would act, feel...now that part of her she wasn't taking a step towards any time soon. Opening her mind to the concept of the paranormal fine, but accepting that she may have a place in that category, no way.

[Lawrence]

"Yeah..." he said not believing his words, he didn't need a college degree to know that she didn't believe her own words, not that he was in any place to judge but he didn't like bullshit. Specially not when that bullshit had killed his entire family. "Right..."

"So ya've got a ton of books about it just for the kicks of it" said Lawrence. "Nice kid, though I wouldn't be readin' some of the stuff ya've got there out loud if I were ya"

He wasn't much of a chatting kind of guy, he was more of a drink n' shoot person to be honest. Witchcraft wasn't something he had been involved in before, though he once had to ally himself with a priest to exorcise a demon. Lawrence had found that exorcising had a great chance of saving the host rather than his previous method of just decapitating whatever it was possessed. If he knew that chant then he could probably have saved his wife's life, though all in all he had done what he could at the moment to stay alive and he knew if he hadn't not only his parents would have died. Lawrence was more of a hunter, he liked killing ghosts, werewolves, vampires and even demons when he could.

He was still fresh, and had ventured to face off things with little to no preparation before and had a lot of scars to proof that, but overall he tried learning from people he met and from old folklore and books, even if he hated reading. He didn't know if this girl was totally new to the whole thing and may try to go and experiment with the unknown and get herself killed or something.

"Some thin's are better off left in the dark" he said to her. "But have a fun readin' night"

He just hoped she wasn't about to try or get into dark magic, he would hate to have to come back and hunt her down. Probably this girl was new to the whole thing, had a lot of questions and used the library to know more, he had just grabbed a shotgun and started to shoot things. Every person had their own way of starting out he guessed. But he couldn't be bothered to stay and share stories, he wasn't much of a people person.

[Chloe Matthews]

“Exactly...Just some reading, nothing more or less. People do do it at times you know, just read for enjoyment” she said lightly looking to the man who was making her feel more and more uneasy as she stood close to him. There was nothing wrong with him, his accent was strange but that she wouldn’t hold against him, he looked like a regular Joe to her, nothing strange or unusual about him, no familiarity that shouldn’t to run away! Yet something unnerverd her about him, niggling away in the back of her mind. “Thanks for the advice” she nodded looked down at the spines of the books showing from her half opened bag. What harm ever came from reading a book she was uncertain but maybe it was best taking that warning on board, just incase...still, she was sceptical of that matter. If they were dangerous then they wouldn’t be available in a public library of all places. That and they were books, a collection of paper was all, books didn’t kill people in her experience, people killed people.

“Sometimes things don’t stay in the dark” it wasn’t like she had woken up one morning and decided ‘oh! I’m going to read about the paranormal today!’, far from it. Chloe had thrown up blockers and logic to anything unusual for a long time now, she studied psychology, criminal behaviour, everything that shouted the paranormal was all just a matter of belief or fantasy, something very addicting to a serial killer. Until recently Chloe had not contemplated a world of monsters, ghosts and magic to exist, even with her own strange tendencies. In the past year she had questioned herself, true, but never had she let her mind drift off to unexplainable and at time ridiculous answers...until now. Some things you couldn’t deny when they screamed at you in the face, or possessed you. Even now the thought of possession made her cringe. She was actually beginning to believe all this and the thought of it scared her to an extent.

Chloe watched the man intensively, there was something about him that made her feel strange and whether that was a good strange or a bad strange she couldn’t quite decipher. Curiosity got the better of her and she asked, “What do you know about all this?...You seem to have an opinion so I gather you believe in all this stuff?” she voiced carefully not wanting to offend or seem like she was prying to much into something she would be safer not getting herself involved in.

[Lawrence]

"Ah" he said when she said it was for reading only, then she said that things some times don't stay in the dark. This of course confirmed that the girl had the books for more than reading purposes. But he was sure that she just knew and was researching about it all because she was curious. He didn't know exactly how much she had experienced, but he was sure it wasn't enough.

He had started turning around and heading for his truck when she asked what did he know about it all. "Nothin' and everythin'" said Lawrence to the girl turning but still walking towards his truck. It was the big and modified Ford Lobo that everyone was looking at. Of course it was San Francisco, they all looked at his truck as if it was worse than the devil that killed his wife. It wasn't exactly as friendly to the environment as a Toyota Prius, but it sure as hell worked better at the time of and moving through the woods.

"Look lil' lady" started Lawrence as he searched for his car keys. "I ain't got the time, nor the patience to have a best friend chat with ya"

He removed the alarm and opened the passenger door. "But I'll tell ya what, I'll make a deal with ya, if ya don' make a lot of noise, nor ask a lot of questions and ya read through the books and find what I need to know, I'll let ya come with me and see for yourself"

He knew he would probably regret this, and even though he hated relating to new people in general, his conscience would be cleaner if he showed to her in a safe environment rather than have her experimenting and getting herself killed or something.

"Ya've got 5 seconds to decide though, I could really have a nice cold beer right 'bout now" he said holding the door open for her. Hopefully she would think he was some kind of rapist, wouldn't get into the car and his conscience wouldn't bother him after that.

[Chloe Matthews]

She didn’t like how this man watched her and looked at her, it was as if she was keeping something from him which yes, she was, but it wasn’t like he was an old time buddy that she couldn’t wait to tell everything to. He was a stranger and she wasn’t about to transcript her whole life story for him. The feelings she got from him were not untrustworthy or anything that should have her speedily running from without turning to look back. Instead she knew that he knew she was lying which in her opinion wasn’t true. The blonde wasn’t lying, she just wasn’t telling the whole truth, not one word from her mouth had really been a lie.

He was walking to his eyesore of a truck right now, she could go on her way and forget about this meeting with a random stranger as time went by because it would seem so insignificant in amongst everything else she had to do today which was nothing but something might pop up to preoccupy her time. She was optimistic.

Wow...he wasn’t the friendliest stranger out there. Chloe just looked at him. He could have just walked off, it wasn’t like she had the ability to hold him here against his free will...in fact that would be really kind of cool to do, well, if it hadn’t been the fact she’d been subjected to a similar experience only days ago. His next suggestion made her study him. Bipolar much? One moment he was all ‘I don’t care’ the next he was offering her the chance to come with him. Hm...maybe she had irritated him, maybe he’d take her away to kill her? Chop her up and throw her to the ducks...

“Okay, deal” her decision shocked even herself as the words exited her mouth and she walked to the open truck door. Chloe had been watching him, his movements and body language as well as feeling that which she was still unable to comprehend but was happy to go along with it, heightened instinct? That could be what it was. But whatever it was she knew he did not have ill intentions, she was pretty sure he didn’t want to harm her and he seemed not to be evil, that or he was extremely good at deception. Regardless she was intrigued as to what he was implying, what he could take her to see. Was he really talking about the paranormal? Or was she just about to get herself into trouble beyond imagination? Mother’s warned kids about going off with these kind of strangers, but then her mother was dead. Chloe couldn’t help but shoot a smirk at him as she jumped into his vehicle and pulled the passenger door shut.

[Lawrence]

It seemed this girl was debating about whether to go with him or not. He knew she had to say no, she was a pretty girl, she had no business getting her hands dirty and going on in a kill. Though he was sure that if he didn't allow her with him in a hunt, with supervision, she would go and do something stupid, so even if he hated company while in a job, he had to remind himself that this was the reason he started hunting evil sons of bitches in the first place, so that the rest of the people out there would be safe and sound.

When she said okay deal, he was surprised but before he could say anything she was already in the car and with the door closed. Smiling to her through the window, he turned and walked to the other side of the truck, rolling his eyes as soon as his back was turned and then got into the driving seat.

The back of the truck was filled with... Well guns. Ammo, salt, crosses, axes, swords. Everything he knew that was effective against these supernatural things so far. Not that he knew a lot to be frank, he was pretty stubborn and was more of the shoot first ask questions later kind of person. So he was alive by a miracle frankly, he had done way too many hunts the wrong way and had the scars to prove it. Though recently he was beginning to do more research, just because hunts were getting harder.

"Alright girl, let's establish some rules first" said Lawrence. " 'N as long as ya follow them there should be no problem"

He started trying to come up with the rules to keep her and himself safe and hopefully demonstrate his point about security and encourage this girl to not go and do it again.

"Ya may call me Lawrence, or Law" he said. "But I swear to god if ya call me Larry I'll drive all the way to Nevada 'n leave ya in the middle of the desert"

He was positively sure that was the most important stuff for both of their sakes. So he started talking about the rest of the rules, the survival rules.

"I'm takin' ya to see for yourself the thin's ya've been readin' 'bout" said Law. "But I ask that if I give ya an order, that ya follow it immediately no matter how silly it is, Understood?"

He needed to make sure she understood this before giving her the rest of the advice, this was important because if he asked her to get into a circle made of salt, and she didn't do it, she might end up with her guts splattered all over the place, and this being his first time as a guide to the supernatural he really couldn't have that. It was bad PR for him.

[Chloe Matthews]

It was only after getting into the car of this stranger, possibly axe murdering sociopath, that Chloe realised the stupidity of her actions. Not thinking before hand was not like her at all but she was intrigued and after her last encounter with all things crazy she didn’t think this could be much worse. Plus, she had her cell, flat shoes good enough for running in and her perception or emotions or whatever it was seemed to be pretty accurate these days. So far this man hadn’t portrayed and ill movements to make her want to run. Sure, he was closed off and not the friendliest person around but he didn’t seem to be dangerous, not to her anyways...she hoped.

Chloe smiled an overly cheery smile in return as the driver smiled through the window. He hadn’t been expecting her to get into the car, any sane person could tell you that without even having to look at this man. Chloe looked around her while she had the chance alone in the truck. What the hell?! Light hazel eyes opened wide in shock as she noted all that was lying in the back. Wow...maybe he was an axe murderer? And she’d just gotten into his car. Brilliant...typically her luck these days. Her gaze darted over everything, registering everything in her mind that she saw, a habit of hers, guns, ammo, axes, swords, the usual murdering kit and then some more unusual items, crosses, salt like Nick had used...okay, so he did believe in this stuff but that didn’t mean it was all real. Just because he had the equipment didn’t mean his mind was logical. Many people killed thinking their victim was a demon of sorts, it wasn’t an unordinary occurrence. What if this man was one of these? Damn, why had this seemed like a good idea again?

The stranger entered the car and Chloe turned her attention back to him watching him intently, endeared. Lawrence...not what she’d expected for a supernatural hunter, to be honest Chloe wasn’t much of a name either but then she wasn’t claiming to be some other worldly killer. The blonde opened her mouth half about to make a joke about calling him ‘Larry’ then decided against it, a small warning flashed a siren in her mind, she wouldn’t put his threat past him. “Yes sir” she smiled teasingly rethinking her light-heartedness. Seemed he wasn’t the type of guy for having a joke about this kind of thing, at least not around someone like her she suspected, naive looking blonde, but she was going to prove him wrong. “I’m Chloe and I understand” she looked at him speaking seriously. If this had been last week she may have thought otherwise but considering she’d been...whatever...she couldn’t bring herself to say ‘exorcised’ it seemed so Hollywood, but essentially that was what had happened and standing in something as ridiculous as a circle of salt helped so she was willing to be open minded when it came to life of death, “And let me say, I’m not naive, i’m perceptive and i’m not some girl on a death wish who’s going to throw herself to some flesh eating zombie” again, be serious she noted but all this was so unbelievable that she was still having trouble comprehending that this was reality.

[Lawrence]

"Aight, I hope you don' mind me callin' ya blondie, I ain't that good with names" said Law as he pointed to the back. "That's what ya call a huntin' kit"

Lawrence looked at her, she looked scared by all the stuff. "Don' worry I won' use 'em on ya, these are meant for any supernatural sons of bitches out there"

He still had one test before trusting her, mainly because the last young girl he had trusted had ended up being a shapeshifter that nearly choked him to death. He wasn't about to repeat that experience, it had made him paranoid about people he just met.

"I need ya to grab a knife from the back, the steel one not the silver one and here... take this flask" said Law as he passed her a flask he had on his jacket. "Now please, put some of that water on your hand for me ... And then pinch your index finger with the knife"

He knew this was a strange petition, but he knew why he was making it. "And remember 'bout followin' orders no matter how silly they are, because this is one of those silly orders"

[Chloe Matthews]

“I can live with it I’m sure” she replied, she could think of a lot of other nicknames and blondie didn’t seem to be too bad in comparison to some she could think of right now. Her eyes darted back to the weapons in the back, hunting kit...right...she was still a bit uneasy about this but hey, she wanted to know and opportunities didn’t walk into you every day. He had a strong dislike for the supernatural she noted and couldn’t help but wonder why? Her mother had possibly been killed by something other worldly, her memories could be true and what she’d taught herself about reality seemed to be a complete lie these days but that she was dealing with herself. Slowing, and surprisingly well, she was opening up to the concept of what was real and what was really fantasy, which wasn’t very much she thought. Where did the line end?

Chloe watched the man as he gave her instructions. Being armed didn’t seem like such a bad thing and still this man gave her no feeling to tell her to get out of this car right now. Reaching into the back she rummaged through his supplies and returned to her sitting position with a steel knife and a small flask he’d then passed to her in addition. Was this some kind of set up? Maybe all of this had been a set up? It was a bit far to go this long though she contemplated, maybe this guy was just a loonie who thought all of this was true but had no idea what he was doing? The empath watched him for a few short moments, he was serious.

Put the – what? Chloe gave him a look, “You want me to – okay, okay, follow orders” she held her hands up giving in, “This is just water though, right?” for all she knew it could be acid or some harmful concoction to corrode her skin, distracting her while he tied her up and threw her in back. Telling herself to stop being stupid she opened the flask and splashed some of the water across her hand as told and flinched a little as she cut her finger with the knife hoping it wasn’t infected with anything and her trust wasn’t in the wrong place. Immediately she held her hand up to Law, what did he expect to happen? “So, now that we’ve concluded i’m not going to burst into flames or shot lasers from my eyes are we ready to go? Anyways, shouldn’t I be the one cautious of you?”

[Lawrence]

"Holy water... But technically yes, regular water with the bless from the lord" said Lawrence. That was good, she wasn't a demon or shapeshifter. Cause if she were the iron knife wouldn't have done any damage, and it was bleeding.

"Alrigh', lend me the knife and water then" said Law as he took them from her. He pinched his finger and took a sip from the water. "See, I ain't no demon nor shapeshifter either"

"So those are two thin's we don' have to worry 'bout" he shared as he kept driving. They were getting closer to the place, it was a house just outside of the city, haunted apparently, but the problem was that no one knew where the bones were buried which made the ghost really difficult to hunt.

He parked the truck outside the house and noticed it was deserted. Looked old about a century old at least, and like it could fall to pieces anytime, the main road was a bit far away so you couldn't see the house from there. He opened the back of the pick up to get some stuff, a bag of salt, a shotgun and the iron knife they cut themselves with.

"Alrigh' beginning now ya do as I say" said Lawrence to the girl. "It ain't gonna be pretty"

He closed the truck and gave the salt bag to her. "As soon as we go inside, ya make a circle with this in the livin' room and stay there... Ya got it?"

He climbed the stairs of the deck and opened the door slowly, it was all quiet, at least for now, he knew it never stayed this way. He looked around the house, he didn't have an EMP, never bothered buying one and wouldn't know how to use it, not to mention that he hadn't needed one so far.

There were some creepy portraits around the house, it was filled with dust and the furniture was eaten by bugs and the wood rotten from the rain. Some old oil lamps around, though he was sure not one would work.

"Well I am surely glad we came here durin' dayligh'" he said to the girl. "There... that spot over there is good for ya" he said pointing at the living room. "Just move the sofa"

[Chloe Matthews]

Right. Chloe didn’t make any comments. The blonde wasn’t religious and so didn’t believe in some Almightily God that was incorporated in the most dominant religion in the US but she respected other people’s views. Holy water seemed a bit too 80s B-movie but she remained open minded, even if she did just suspect it was regular tap water. Before she could say anything more he had taken the knife and water and done the same. Not a demon or shapeshifter? Oh great, he said it like it was an everyday occurrence. Chloe was beginning to worry she’d just gotten into a van with a complete nutcase who watched far too many horror movies and paranormal documentaries. Where had her common sense gone? Why had she allowed herself to get into this van? Had she gone stupid? Something weird happens in your life that explains a hell of a lot and suddenly you believe anything?!

Lawrence stopped outside an old house and Chloe was unsure if she was glad they had stopped or not. They were far enough from the main road, it was desolate, people likely wouldn’t pay attention to such a building by the looks of it and if he wasn’t about to murder her she was pretty sure the house might have that ability as it stood in its unstableness.

Getting out of the van she walked around to Law, taking the bag from him and peering inside – what was it with these people and salt?! “What? You just want me to stand there, defenceless and watch?” Well, he didn’t say how big she could make the circle, maybe if she spread the salt thin enough she wouldn’t defy his request and could do something other than stand in a bloody circle of salt. Oh wow, this was going to be a fun event she thought to herself sarcastically as she walked up the steps and followed Lawrence inside.

“I doubt there would have been much difference” she commented looking around the enterance room, gazing off into other areas of the house. “That’s a sofa?” she eyed him realising from his look playing around wasn’t something marked on the agenda. “Fine” she held up her hands muttering, “but there’s no guarantee i’m going to stay there” as she walked off she felt strange, eerie, it brought her back to her university placement days on crime scenes. It was a spooky old house, what did she expect?...but there was something else. “Lawrence?...What happened here?” she asked as she pushed the sofa out of the way and created a rather wonky circle of salt but she assumed it would do nonetheless. Her heart was beating fast, her chest felt tight and she didn’t want to be in this room – there was something...wrong. Quick eyes flitted across the scene, taking in all details she could see. No one had lived here for some time, that was obvious, but it was likely no one set foot in this house afterwards, the furniture was all still there, possessions, all but those that had likely been stolen by intruders over the years though she suspected that had ceased for some reason...this house echo'd fear everywhere...it was almost like something was here, or something had never left...the house had been tained by death in a physical way but there was a hint of something else too, something that scared her regardless if she'd admit that willingly. Chloe took deep breaths, trying to steady herself as she looked around almost waiting for someone to jump out and screem 'boo!'.

[Lawrence]

"Unless ya want your guts to become the new decoration of the house ya damn sure will be stayin' inside of that circle" said Lawrence to her. "Either ya listen to my orders or ya leave the house, that was the deal, now shut up I'm trying to concentrate"

Then she asked about what had happened here. Lawrence only knew what the newspaper and internet said, which wasn't the full story. But either way it wasn't very pretty.

"Family of four, Daddy hits boy and girl... Mom did nothin' about it" said Lawrence. "Daddy hits girl, boy kills Daddy, Mommy attacks boy they kill each other, Girl gets rid of the bodies and commits suicide a couple of days later..."

It wasn't a pretty story but they hardly were, and he knew there was something here, because legends that whoever entered the place never left, which was why there were a lot of stuff inside still and no one had disrtubed anything, better leaving it to rot.

"And every damn tourist, 'ghost hunter' and whomever stepped inside didn' left alive..." said Lawrence. "So that's what happened here, I suggest ya run for it if I don' make it, which is a possibility..."

The chatter made him distracted and he didn't see the ghost of a male on his 40's dressed with clothes from the 50's as he got closer and put a hand around his neck trying to choke him. Lawrence still with the shotgun on his hand pressed the trigger as the salt made the ghost disappear momentarily.

"'N that's why we don' talk durin' a hunt..." said Lawrence. "Mother fucker has strength"

He turned around trying to see where the ghost had gone, he needed to find the remains when he felt cold from behind him turning and watching the mother run at him with what seemed like a knife. "Hell no bitch" said Lawrence as he shot her just inches away from him.

[Chloe Matthews]

She heard everything he said as she moved from him, rolling her eyes some at his commands. Sure, sure, but if something did happen she wasn’t about to just stand and watch, that wasn’t who she was; she’d stood back and watched once before, long before she knew the truth of this, and she wasn’t about to make that decision twice, not now she was old enough to make a difference in the outcome. Concentrate? Right, concentrate on what exactly? Walking about a house? If there was something there she doubted it would stay quiet for too long. Why did people think she was so incapable of the dirty work? It had been the same at university when viewing grotesque crime scene photos until she proved everyone how morbidly interested she could be.

“Oh...lovely” she voiced as he told her the story, standing in the circle and feeling completely stupid and useless as she did so. Chloe wanted to help, to be a gun caddy or something, anything was better than just standing here as a spectator, but she got the impression that Lawrence would keep to his word if she did not stay in the circle and if she didn’t leave the house herself she certainly wouldn’t put it past time literally throwing her out. He was exaggerating with the rest of his story though, he had to be...anyone who stepped in her died? Surely if that was the case he wouldn’t have brought her here to this dangerous place?...oh shit...what was she doing her? The blonde may have her issues but she didn’t want to be carried out of an abandoned house in a body bag with the only person to know what had happened to her being this Southern gentleman, who let’s be honest, is far from her expectation of a gentleman. Lost in her thoughts, Chloe glanced around at the room...something was off...something had changed here, right now, “Lawrence!” she yelled turning back to him the moment he shot his gun at the ghost which had in turn disappeared into thin air. Okay, that was weird...

“Okay, point taken” she said but that didn’t keep the girl quiet for long, she had too many questions to ask. Opening her mouth to speak she was abruptly stopped as the gun went off again, making her jump as a female ghost was shot to dust like the first. Brilliant, she was going insane...ghost?! Really?...The atmosphere had changed since they entered the house and though Chloe had no idea how she felt the change in emotion she wasn’t about to try question her feelings right now. Torment, desire, intentions that were dark beyond verbal comprehension, fear, revenge...she could feel they were not gone, not even close...heart beat faster, breathing became shallower...she was scared. “They’re still here...” she speculated out loud as if that would make it seem any more real in her mind right now because she needed to believe it was real before she done something stupid. Her voice quivered slightly as she spoke again, urgently, “You wouldn’t have brought yourself in here if there wasn’t a way to stop them, what do you need?!” she looked to him turning away as she felt that fearful sensation strengthening. Hazel eyes grew wide as they rested upon a figure of a younger looking boy in his teens standing directly on the other side of the circle from her. Before Chloe could react with logic she panicked letting out an unwanted scream and falling backwards over the threshold of salt.