Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-4501923-20151206220401/@comment-25867149-20160424204513

Right here! It's only a draft and I'm still not happy with it, but here is:

The crimson muscle car pulled out to a juddering start outside the infamous apartment with a faint squeak. Ghost looked first at his partner, Johnny Toast, and then ahead, thinking of the offending house. How many times they had been called in to investigate things at that location, not including the false alarms. It was more times than Ghost cared to remember, mostly to maintain his ever-precarious grip on his own sanity. What horrors lurked beyond that foreboding door this time? No doubt something so horrifying as to defy any hope of description by methods both conventional and extreme. In their silence the two men shared a single, unspoken understanding about the house, and in particular the family that lived in it.

"Well... Do you think we should knock?" Toast said jocularly. Ghost gave him an arch look before walking up the drive with his companion following behind, pulling faux-karate moves and looking in every direction for traps of some kind. Ghost shook his head in exasperation as they reached the front door and knocked on the door.

A short wait later, the door opened and a large bald head peeked around from behind. "What the heck do you guys want now? My game's on!"

Ghost and Toast exchanged glances. "We got a call from these premises indicating some paranormal activity, would you know anything about that?"

"Sonny, the only paranormal activity around here is the one that's clogging up the toilet! Now if you'll excuse me, I got a TV calling!" The head retracted and the door slammed shut. Toast's brow furrowed. "I don't understand it sir, it was definitely this address. What do you suppose it could mean?" Ghost shrugged. "I don't know. Have you got the call on record?"

Toast pulled out his phone and grinned. Ghost nodded. "Play it back again, let's have another listen."

Toast obliged and a crackly audio file started playing. The chipper voice of Toast gleefully enquired the nature of the problem.

"We're you on Macaroni when you recorded that?" Ghost eyed him suspiciously. The Brit made an innocent "c'est moi?" gesture. Ghost rolled his eyes and they continued listening.

It was a girl's voice on the other end, a young girl. It was quite clearly not Sally, or for that matter anybody they knew in the Acachalla household.