The day was going by slow and Almah walked down the roads of Linton, Indiana. She was heading to meet up with her best friend Jonas. They were going to head to Reina's house. After looking both ways she crossed the roads and heading towards the library. It became humid, the air staled, and thunder clouds began rolling in. She held her camera up at the sky and snapped a photo.<br/><br/>â€œThis one it going in my album,â€ Amah sighed and sat on the curb while waiting for Jonas to arrive. She held her shoulder bag tightly and brushed her hand along the smooth wooden board. Tonight they were going to Lindberg Rd to play her Ouija Board in an abandoned house.<br/><br/>She had heard of the story about the house. It had burned down with the family still in it. The family had escaped except for the middle son, whom is said to haunt the house. Neighbors living around had told them they hear hissing like noises and others have said they see a ghost like chandelier where the roof had once been. But that wasnâ€™t the strange part. When the wind blew, the ashes would form a picture of the middle son with a hand print over the drawing. There were also normal paranormal activities like old lamps moving and such.<br/><br/>She had read the information over and over; it ran shivers down her spine. She couldnâ€™t contain her excitement. Tonight they were going to drive there, and it was the perfect night for it to. Tonight was a full moon. She smiled to herself and hugged the bag. Her step father would be very upset, yes but she didnâ€™t care.  Just to get away from him and the drunk called her mother, she would cross the globe. But even that wouldnâ€™t stop him from finding her.<br/><br/>This time Almah hugged herself. She remembered something horrible, just last night he had done it again. He had touched her in places he shouldnâ€™t have. Almah was deeply frightened of him. So frightened she would not tell the police about his wrong doing. He would beat her when she disobeyed and rapped her when she did what she was told. Almah traced the freshly purple mark on her arm. She tried to dismiss the memory but it always came back to haunt her. She would not tell anyone about it, even though her two best friends always seemed to find out. Others had always thought that her clumsiness was how she always got hurt.<br/><br/>She turned her ipod on and adjusted her headphones. A song called Nightmares blared. The sad and scary notes filled her head and she felt like crying. But she wouldnâ€™t cry she knew she wouldnâ€™t. Crying just wasnâ€™t something she was suppose to do, her grandmother had told that she should be strong and to save her tears for more important things. When her grandmother died, she didnâ€™t cry then, because she knew her grandmother would not want her to cry for her death. Since then she followed her dream to become a future ghost hunter, and to find her grandmothers spirit in case it had not risen to the heavens.<br/><br/>Almah looked to her left and saw a figure approaching her. It was Jonas. As he walked towards her she held her camera and snapped a photo before he realized she had done so. â€œThis too is going in my album,â€ she said and let the camera hang from her neck on the strap. â€œYOUâ€™RE LATE!â€ She yelled at Jonas and grinned.<br/><br/><object height="360" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6XopKPfx2cI"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><embed height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/6XopKPfx2cI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" wmode="transparent"/></object><br/><br/>(I you want to joinl<a class="postlink-local" href="https://creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=23&amp;t=1946&amp;p=23169#p23169">viewtopic.php?f=23&amp;t=1946&amp;p=23169#p23169</a>lalso it's me, Ristina, and Mercy going first until we arrive in Missouri, no one else can post till then please <3)