“Shh... be quiet.”
Our team of six, four professional and two amateur paranormal investigators, are camped out in the woods. We’re watching for any signs from the spiritual world. We move as a unit, together or not at all.
No wandering off alone, you stay with the group and so far that rule has served us well. I haven’t lost any investigators in my seven years of dealing with the dead.
It’s been thirty-five years since the second massacre at Camp Redwood, and an additional 14 years since the first slayings.
Plenty of investigators and people looking for a fun night out on All Hallows Eve, have supposedly ventured onto the grounds and were never seen again.
We’re documenting our excursion into Camp Redwood, with the hopes of putting to rest the whispers of this place being haunted.
I have a special link to the other world, as I can communicate with the dead. A psychic if you will, and I wish that I couldn’t but you play the cards that you’re dealt.
“See anything?” Whispers Nolan from beside me.
“No, and it’s too quiet.”
“Right, which is odd. We should have picked up on something by now.” He replies.
With all the alleged deaths, this place should be brimming with activity.
“I have an idea, why don’t we go off by ourselves that’s guaranteed to get things stirred up.”
“What did you have in mind?”
“I don’t know... maybe a makeout session?”
“Sex sounds good.” I state,
Breaking our one and only rule, we head off into the night. Flashlights lighting the way, we end up with my back against a tree.
My arms circle his neck, as I’m lifted so that my legs straddle his waist. His tongue makes it’s way past my lips, teasingly drawing out my lust for him.
His fingers drifting lower caress the junction between my thighs. Setting me back on my feet, an axe splits the tree where my head was.
“Gotcha!” I state, throwing salt at the apparition.
A hellish scream comes from it before it disappears.
“Did you get it?” I ask giddy with excitement.
“Hell yeah.” He states, as the camera pans the area.
“Why are you hiding?” I inquire. I can now feel their energies and it’s a whole host of them.
They’re not showing themselves but I know that they’re there. “Come closer.” I state.
“No, we don’t want that.” Whispers Nolan harshly.
“That girl just tried to chop your head off.”
“Yeah, she’s a bitch.”
That comes from the guy with the shoulder-length hair, slender build, and dark features.
“Shut the front door.” I state quietly.
“What?” Asks Nolan.
The sinfully sinister smirk from Mr. tall dark and handsome has rekindled the fire below.
“Who are you?”
“Does it matter?”
“Yeah, if you’re going to be near me and my team, then I think introductions are in order.” Nolan states, taking my hand in his.
The stranger’s eyes linger on our hands, before tossing his cigarette.
“Nice to meet you Richie, I’m Zara.” I state, offering my hand.
His dark eyes wander slowly over my body, before returning to meet my gaze. He doesn’t seem disturbed by my ability to read him.
“NIce to meet you too Zar.” He responds, ignoring my hand.
“What are you doing out here?”
“I should ask the same of you.” He responds.
I love his voice and the way that his eyes seem to undress me. A visual caress of my skin everywhere his eyes land.
“We’re paranormal investigators.”
“You have your evidence, now leave.” He demands casually.
“We have as much right to be here as you do.” I state, not caring for his attitude.
“I like you Zar, so this is my final warning. Leave...”
I like what I’m seeing also so...
We’re all quiet awaiting his response.
“It’s your life, do with it what you will.” He says, disappearing into the woods.
“Now that was weird as hell.”
I agree, but attractive and different is my type. And his voice... all he has to do is speak, and the panties are coming off.