The Dark Thing: A Tale Of Terror Chapter V

The events of the day left my two companions and I in an absolute state of wonder and awe. We had come to I had come to Maysfield House expecting nothing more than a few cold spots, which is what I have only experienced on many of my previous investigations. However this house, this hidden gem of the paranormal has far exceeded my expections and left me wanting no craving more of what it had to offer. It amazes me that we had only been here a little less than three hours and we have already obtained evidence of direct contact with whatever spirit entities inhabited this amazing location. There was only one thing that could top the direct contact and that would be obtaining a video or a picture of a full bodied apparition, this is considered the holy grail, so to speak, for every paranormal researcher the world over. I could only hope or perhaps pray that such a golden oppurtunity would present itself.

As we sat around the table eating our evening meal Jacob and I spoke excitedly about the direct spirit contact with the entity in what was once the playroom for the children of Elijah Maysfield. However, despite my elation I could not help but notice that my best friend and colleague, Richard Webber was quiet if not completely withdrawn. To put it simply he was not his normal opinionated self.
“Hey, uh, Richard you ok over there?” I asked my friend genuinely concerned for his mental well being. It never occured to me that what Richard had witnessed today would bring his entire world crashing down around his ears. It can be a very traumatic experience.
“I, uh.” Richard managed to say as he put his sandwich down. “In all my life I have never witnessed anything like that.” Richard paused to collect his thoughts and stole a glance at my student who was beaming smugly. Jacob and Richard had never gotten along very and each man had some very strong opinions concerning the other.
“Ya know.” Richard continued, “Although I have accompanied you on a few investigations I have always secretly mocked you and wondered why a gentleman of your intelligence was involved in such superstition. I can only say that now I see and I want to apologize to both you and Jacob. You were right.” Wow, I was truly stunned by my friend’s apology I have never known Richard to be sorry for anything certainly not this. I looked at Jacob whose smugness gave way to humility, even he was taken back by what my colleague had to say.
“If ghosts are real, that would mean that a monster does indeed swim Loch Ness, bigfoot must haunt the forests of the Northwest and aliens have visited our world on more than one occassion.”
“ya know what Richard.” Jacob said cutting me off. ” It’s cool I don’t really hold anything against you and neither does Doctor Latrell. But as for giant aquatic lizards, hairy man beasts and little green men zipping around our skies in their hot rods of the gods let’s just tackle one thing at a time. Alright.” Ah the resiliency of youth I really did not expect that Jacob.
“Well.” I cut in with a yawn. “This old man needs rest and I’m sure Richard could use some to. Lets have three shifts of three hours so someone is always keeping watch on the monitors. Jacob, my little friend you are first.” Jacob gave me the thumbs up and took his post behind the monitors while I and my changed friend shuffled off for a few hours of much needed rest.

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