haunting-part 2

i walked into the house, ready for the worst when the smell hit me. the dank smell of urine a days old, and the sight of human excretion. this place was ransacked by drug junkies, who ended up squatting here and taking drugs, getting high and leaving human waste behind before moving on to their next drop zone.
i sighed in sadness.
sometimes, the scariest things on the planet are us humans ourselves, not the paranormal.
i walked in and started to set up my equipment around the place. after it was all ready, i sat down and waited, thinking how nice it would have been if i had company in this old manor. even company with the undead is some company.
it sucks being alone.
night was drawing near. i knew i had to eat something, as i was starving but the silence of the house was so foreboreding that i even half believed that something might appear.
and it did, or rather, they did.
a couple of teenagers having a truth or dare moment entered the manor, flashing their lights everywhere and giggling like a mad pack of hyena's. the first kid was laughing the loudest and wasn't really paying attention until he ran right into me.
it was then that they freaked, screaming out in fear. well, i did look rather frightening. i hadn't eaten the whole day, i was really grouchy and my dark skin blended in with the darkness of the night.
 it was only after a long ardous struggle to calm the kids down did they realise who i was and that i was not a ghost.
then they started with the mad giggling that could drive you close to insanity.
they decided to stay with me to see how everything went. i told them that with their giggling, hell could freeze over and nothing would show. (not saying that anything would, mind you).
they still insisted, i didn't mind. i could use the company.
i made the biggest mistake of my life. that was when all hell broke loose.

to be continued....

hauntings

i walked into the old house on the 8th of June. i waited for a sound, a sign, but nothing came. The guide told me that Pritchard Manor was the most haunted building in the whole village. I have to admit that me being a paranormal investigator was a real irony, when i did not even believe in ghosts myself. The only reason i took up this job offer was to prove that these superstitious stories were merely what they were, just stories. Tales told to little children to get them to eat their vegetables. i never believed in any of the tales of the paranormal, until the fateful day that i stepped into the manor...
to be continued