Jacob picked up his cell phone and dialed Tori's number, after a few rings the message service picked up and he realized she was probably driving. "Hey babe, It's me Jacob.....Anyway, I just realized that I never gave you the address to the Crenshaw house, It's because we're meeting at my partner's consignment shop, that way you can meet the team and we can carpool up together in the PSI van....Can't wait to see you soon....bye" He hung up and hoped he caught her in time.<br/><br/>Jacob pushed his â€™71 Dodge Charger for all itâ€™s worth, the ratty muffler making it sound even tougher than it actually was. Heâ€™d wanted to restore it but lack of time, and now lack of money made that impossibility right now, so heâ€™d learned to cherish its rust hole-pocked body panels and ripped up interior. The harsh winters and salt covered roads were slowly eating it away, and he was happy that heâ€™d be able to put it into storage while they were going up north.<br/><br/>He pulled into the parking garage and pulled up next to the guardâ€™s booth, Jacob got out and handed the man an extra hundred bucks, â€œMake sure nobody messes with it while Iâ€™m gone, OK?â€ He asked, reassuring himself more than the guard who only chuckled and responded with a â€˜sure thing boss!â€™. The car was special to Jacob , it was the one of the only thing heâ€™d had from his dad; the other thing he pulled out of the trunk. A broke-in Pea coat-style leather jacket. He tossed it on, over his black V-neck sweater and grabbed his dufflebag and digital recorder before closing the trunk and beeping the alarm. Jacob could hear the security guard laugh at the fact that Jacob would even have a car alarm on such a piece of junk, but he paid it no mind. He was honestly excited and couldnâ€™t wait for Tori to get here so they could get started on the 2 hour journey north to the Crenshaw Mansion.<br/><br/>Jacob exited the parking garage and jogged across the street to the small consignment store, its signage identified it as â€˜Kassidy Konsingmentâ€™, but the much smaller handmade sign in the widow was the one he was here for. In paint marker carefully rendered, â€˜P.S.I incorporatedâ€™; it meant Paranormal, Supernatural Investigations, and it was Jacobâ€™s baby. PSI was founded five short years ago, by Jacob and his core group of colleagues and the bolstered 26 investigations in that time.<br/><br/>Greg & Shanna Kassidy were 30-something married couple that owned the consignment store PSI used as their HQ; they were a hip older couple that loved horror movies and loved the paranormal even more. Most of their shop was filled with weird knickknacks from different haunted houses from around the country. They claim the stuff they keep in their main display case is actually cursed, and have the prominence to prove it. Until recently Jacob had been the sole financial backing for PSI but with his recent financial situation or lack thereof, Greg and Shanna have taken controlling interest of PSI. They are fairly cool about it, allowing Jacob to still lead the team during investigations which is what their designation as well.<br/><br/>Albert Fish is the tech guy, heâ€™s an electrical engineer and has the skills and know how to make just about any gadget one can imagine. Heâ€™s been an outcast since he was young, being coincidentally named after an obscure serial killer, by his oblivious parents. Consequently anytime he introduces himself he feels the need to mention that heâ€™s not relation to the little known killer. Most people donâ€™t have a clue what heâ€™s talking about and would have been better off if he hadnâ€™t mentioned anything at all.<br/><br/>Brandice Gaylor is a wiccan heroin addict, donâ€™t judge, she gets results and sheâ€™d fairly inconspicuous with her habit. She looks like most Goth girls with blacked out hair and a steampunk fashion sense. Sheâ€™s our psychic and with her drug induced trances, weâ€™ve got some really provocative information in past investigations.<br/><br/>And that makes up our team, we are small and effective and with this opportunity they have a strong chance to break through in this field of study. Jacob entered the darked out front half of the shop due to it being after business hours and headed toward the back room where his team was located<br/><br/>â€œHey Jakieâ€¦.You made itâ€¦good thing tooâ€¦without you we wouldnâ€™t have keys to get in the joint!â€ Albert called out, he was kicked back in a folding chair with his feet up on the table. He and Brandi were sharing a doobie and the air was thick with the smoke. â€œHeyâ€¦come onâ€¦put that shit out! Tori will be here soon and I donâ€™t want her freaking out the first time she meets you guysâ€¦youâ€™re all weird enough as it is!â€ Jacob said as he slapped his bag down on the table and pushed Alâ€™s feet off.<br/><br/>â€œRelax that shit right now manâ€¦.I canâ€™t have negative vibes around when such a monumental task is in front of me, Jake. If your new little girl friend canâ€™t accept us for who we are then sheâ€™s not going to make it far anyway. â€œ Brandice said , her black penciled in eyebrows curling up with anger. Al smiled and shook his head in agreement; his cheeks were inflated like a blowfish with a massive hit heâ€™d just taken.<br/><br/>â€œBesides it ainâ€™t us you got to worry about anywayâ€¦itâ€™s the freaky swingers that are gonna be trying to get in your little girlfriend's panties anyway!â€ Albert put in for good measure after coughing an exhale.<br/><br/>â€œWhere are Greg and Shanna anyway?â€ Jacob said, knowing full well whom Albert was referring to.<br/><br/>â€œWhere do you thinkâ€¦.Those two are so fucking worked up about going to stay in a haunted fucking mansion they canâ€™t keep their clothes on. They were full on tongue kissing and groping each other up a few minutes ago. I think they snuck off down into the storage room, prolly fucking like rabbitsâ€¦â€ Albert answered, curiously looking over his shoulder to see if he could catch a peek.<br/><br/>â€œWell thatâ€™s greatâ€¦The place is gonna stink like Sex and Pot smoke when Tori gets hereâ€¦.great first impression you guysâ€¦.seriously, good job!â€ Jacob said sarcastically. It was just then that a knock on the store frontâ€™s front door caught his attention. â€œShit itâ€™s her!....You guys at least spray some Fabreezeâ€¦jeez!â€