The three gathered in the basement and Nate drifted off to the left, peering into the darkness as their lights danced around the room. A flash of lightning lit the room and he felt a slight tingle, then Almah swiftly turned to shine her flashlight in his face for a moment, blinding him at first and making him panic too.<br/><br/>It happened so quickly, but it was the first time he felt anything in a long time. Like a shot of adrenaline, yet he had no body nor blood to have it. An excitement that went though him like lightning. The light was removed from his face when Almah seemed to give up on seeing anything, making him feel dissapointed yet relieved at the same time. He felt that the living weren't allowed to see or hear the dead like they were trying to do for some reason, like it was forbidden and staying hidden like he did was following the rules. Yet there was no rule against it, but it was a feeling he had since he died. Like some unspoken, instinctual law. Nate thought it was because Humans weren't supposed to know there was something after death...<br/><br/>He calmed down and realized the three were setting up things on a round table they found. Someone went back upstairs and brought gear. A lantern was set up in the middle of the table, casting an eerie light and shadows across the open basement. You could now see boxes and broken furniture along the walls, an old light fixture hanging by the cable in the middle of the room, a cellar door on one wall, and a large hole in the ceiling far in the back above a pile of boxes. Nate drifted over to it and saw rain falling through, then peered up through to see an open gape in the roof above it.<br/><br/>Coming back to the table, he hovered in a sitting position around it as the rest pulled intact chairs from around them and took their places. A Ouiji board was placed on the table between them and they placed their hands on the needle. As soon as they did so, Nate felt a rush like he did before. The storm was getting closer.<br/><br/>He felt another presence in the house since they entered, something that hadn't shown itself yet, but whatever it was suddenly fled beyond the walls, possibly to a nearby shed in the backyard as most spirits that haunt houses are bound to the property. The reason it ran, however, drifted down the stairs making Nate stand and pass through the table to stand in between the group, and the ghostly, evil girl.<br/><br/>Nate sensed her in the house before they came down the stairs, but as most ghosts seem uninterested in other ghosts, they usually ignore them or avoid other spectres. He hadn't really had contact with any other ghost himself, but because she was unknown, she was a threat to him and these people until she explained herself. Her expression was evil and devious, her white dress seemed spattered with blood, her hair flowing behind her as if floating in water.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Who are you? What do you want with these people?"</span>he demanded, standing his ground.