<span style="font-style: italic">"Sorry for scaring you Jonasâ€¦" </span>The slight whisper from Almah was almost a clear reminder to him that they were in an odd situation. He squeezed her hand. With all this craziness his love seemed to get more and more complicated. But when did men ever deal with this situation when he sure as hell had other matters to worry about.<br/><br/>"Not a problemâ€¦donâ€™t worry about." He shrugged his shoulders. In the impenetrable darkness Almah was sure not to see this shrug of his.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"The stair should be fine to walk on, but before you come down here, grab some of the equipment. I want to set some cameras and some recorders, Wait, Reina, are you coming down already?" </span>He hefted a laugh at that. Of course reima was going after them. However the equipment would of been nice. His body went cold and rigid as the familiar feeling from the bitch girl washed over him. There wasnâ€™t enough room. Not with two â€¦threeâ€¦maybe even more ghosts in this house. Was it too far fetched for them to think that maybe they had actually fallen into a situation the three of them just could not handle.<br/><br/>A flash of lighting struck lighting up the room for a millisecond of time. His eyes had to readjust to the dimming darkness, and yet he wore he saw a shifting figure of a male of some sort. Shifty yesâ€¦male definitelyâ€¦.human definitely not.  A menace and an evil spirit no because if it was it would clearly has the same appeal the bitch ghost always had on him.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Guys sorry I didnâ€™t bring down the gear."</span>As usual Reima tried to make up for doing something stupid however it wasnâ€™t the most stupid thing Reima had ever doneâ€¦.or for that matter any of them had done. He and Almah just shrugged off Reimaâ€¦not completely ignoring but not nesasarially concentrated on her.  He gasped as he heard a prominent hitting of Almah making contact with a table.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Ow! What theâ€¦ Hey you guys! I think I found a table that we can use this to set the ouji board on." </span>Of course Almah is the one to bang her head.<br/><br/>"Heheheâ€¦just donâ€™t let the table get the best of you Almah your already injuring your self and we havenâ€™t been here for long." He gave a grin to Reima and she grinned back her face sharing the amusement with him. But he did still feel a tinge of concernâ€¦for all he knew Almah had hit her head hard, and would have a concussion. He shook his head. Not that would change circumstances any. "As for the quiji board lets get to it." They assembled everything , gathering the equipment from upstairs and lighting a candle. All their hands touched the needle on the board and just like that the world changed in a sense more of their well initial fear changed. The needle seemed to move in circles slowly at first than sped up faster and faster.<br/><br/>"What the?" He spoke of surprise when the needle stopped facing the way they came down here by. A chill sent down his spineâ€¦familiar and daunting. Had he known any better maybe even threatening but he had to do something quick to advert the power of the quiji boardâ€¦she could get more powerful from this if they didnâ€™t call out a different ghost. "Can we speak with the desolate soul in this houseâ€¦a soul that is kept here because of its connection to this place." His words very well could of been directed to Bitch ghost but somehow the board averted and began to spell rapidly a word. He and Reima were reiterating each letter.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Danger is hereâ€¦unwelcome guests have brought hell fourthâ€¦. Danger must goâ€¦must leaveâ€¦danger canâ€™t leaveâ€¦no we are all forsakenâ€¦.dare it beâ€¦dare it beâ€¦.."</span>The quiji board continued its ongoing ramble as he waited for anyone to change the subject.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Meanwhileâ€¦..<br/></span><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Who are you? What do you want with these people?"</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Oh these people?"</span>A wicked grin crossed the bitch ghostâ€™s face.<span style="font-style: italic">"There is only one person I wantâ€¦.and only one person â€¦the otherâ€™s are just gifts he gives me. "</span>She cocked her head in a tilted sort of way with a sinister grin across her dead lips.<span style="font-style: italic"> " Family never leavesâ€¦nor do they forget the occasional bastard â€¦."</span>Her lips smirked.<span style="font-style: italic"> "If it must be important to you I want his deathâ€¦and I want all their deathsâ€¦anything so lovely must dieâ€¦anything so cherishable  must be goneâ€¦and anything and everything is to my curseâ€¦.I bring deathâ€¦and hail far more. Trapped as an innocent and condemned as evil for a higher price. Now you â€¦seem to be a much fresher deadâ€¦for you havenâ€™t had time to gain the power I haveâ€¦"</span>A smirk crossed face a small child with a deadly will.<span style="font-style: italic">"Not you or this house will stop meâ€¦ I am trapped you seeâ€¦..to him. He will never be rid of me even in death." </span>It seemed now that she was just rambling as she moved forward her hovering feet doing just that hovering.<span style="font-style: italic">"Now why are you bestowed upon my curse?" </span><br/><br/><br/>(p.s sorry it took so long i hope this is worth it for both you and everyone)