Scar wasn't exactly sure why he took up this job, he hates ghosts. He's just a dude. Just a dude who looks just like Hotguy. The brown hair, the green eyes and his face in general might match. But dont be silly, he isn't Hotguy, that would be stupid. Hotguy isn't scared of anything, let alone ghosts. (the hotguy storyline will be continued later on :p)

He wouldn't be starting here if it wasnt for his good friend Grian. He works for a ghost hunting agency and when Scar mentioned how he needed a new job, it was then suggested that he should come work with him. And by suggesting, I mean it was a joke that Scar actually considered.

He was immediately accepted, not many people want to believe in ghosts, let alone hunt them. So any new recruits were welcomed with very, very, very open arms. But of course, he would have to go though some training first. Ghost hunting is not for the light-hearted.

Right now, Grian was driving him to the training facility, a warehouse the group has searched before that they were sure had a nice ghost haunting it.

Scar didn't know who the other people were, only that there was two others. He wouldn't be meeting them until after the mission. Grian had informed him of that. But they would be talking with him over the radio during his training.

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The van pulled up infront of an old Warehouse building. It looked slightly run down, with the metal paneling slightly rusting and old wooden door frames rotting away in corners. Water damage was prominent, fungus growing out of the walls.

"Grian... is it... scary?..." Scars tone was obviously worried, this was quickly pick up on by Grian as he reassured him that it would all be fine, and that he had two amazing men speaking him through it the whole time.

"Right then. You will need some equipment," Grian began to hand him things, "A Flashlight, Sanity Medication, EMF reader, UV light, Thermometer, D.O.T.S, Video camera, Ghost book, Sprit box, your very own Journal, and lastly, your radio. All will be explained once you are in there."

Grian began to clip the radio securely to Scar person. This was all getting too real for Scar, questions were rolling out so fast it would seem his mouth was about to fall off. There wasn't even a pause for Grian to answer.

"scar... Scar... Scar!... SCAR! Calm down buddy, you'll do great" the blonde said with a reassuring smile.

No one noticed, it was just too dark, but a tint of pink arose on the brunettes cheeks at that smile. That smile that... Were getting off track.

And at last, Scar could enter. This wasn't a relief at all. He was terrified. It was all dark and the door had shut behind him.

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A voice could be heard though the radio, "First day, huh? Well, I've already got some jobs ready for you."

"Don't worry, we'll be helping you out as much as we can from this side." Said a new voice.

"We had better introduce ourselves, I'm Skizz." the second, more enthusiastic voice informed.

"And I'm Impulse" from the one who is not Skizz.

And so Skizz began, "Ok let's get started, shall we?"

"We shall. Ok Scar, Can you turn on your flashlight for us?"

Scar fumbled with the electronic stick of light for a second. (I wrote this sleep deprived... I'm keeping it) The rubber on/off button is surprisingly very hard to find in the dark. But yet, he found it and the room was now flooded with a dull light. The circle of light landing on a door straight ahead of him.

"Great! Scarface, your already a natural. Ok progressing..."

"Grian should have given you a bottle of pills, can you grab it?"

This went on for a bit, gradually working out how to use every piece of equipment he had on him. The warehouse would creak in the wind every so often. Scar was absolutely terrified that the 'friendly' ghost was actually nice. What if it was nice and it had an undying hatred of him? What if it killed him? What if the cross didn't save him from a hunt? They said it wouldn't hunt but if it hates him it would, right?

And eventually, the time came. Scar would have to enter the rest of the building through the door infront of him and figgure out what type of ghost is there.

He was instructed to move forward. He would still be on the line with Impulse and Skizz but they would only instruct him if he was doing something seriously wrong.

He pushed the door open and it swup on a single hinge that was keeping it attached to the door frame. The room ahead was quite big, shelves lined the walls and boxes were strewn over the floor. There was some sort of dark substance that he couldn't make out in the dark splattered over the walls and from what he could see, no where to hide.

Turning on the Spirit Box, he began to speak into it, "Hello? Ghost? uh... my name is Scar...what am I meant to say... oh uh... Where are you?"

"AND IM SO SORRY" a voice cut in through the radio, it was Grian.

"OH Oh oh god Grian you scared the life out of me"

This had Scar less spooked. The funny interruption had made the whole thing feel less serious. It was still scary, obviously. He wasn't going to frolic around now but it had heightened his spirits.

He began the Spirit Box again, saying the recommended questions over and over again. It didn't seem to be working, so he gave up.

He then moved onto the EMF reader. He walked around the room, pointing the reader into every nook and cranny he could find.

It was all normal, no readings until he stepped closer to the furthest corner from the door. There was an EMF 1.

He was still pretty far away, but he could still tell how cold it was there.

"Guys... Its really cold over here."

"Can you see your breath?" Impulse asked.

Scar gave a nod, then realized they could not see him, so replied with a 'yes'.

"Ok, get out your thermometer and if it goes into the minuses then note it down in your journal."

Holding both the EMF reader and the Thermometer he walked closer to the corner. Taking small little steps. As he stepped, the reader would beep faster and go up a level.

This continued until he was standing right where the cold was coming from.

The EMF was beeping continuously and the thermometer was adjusting. Slowly but surely it was going down.

10

7

4

2

1

0

-2

Freezing Temperatures.

At this point, it could be a Shade, a Jinn or the Twins. The journal had a handy little index of all the ghost types. He just needed one more piece of evidence to verify which one it was.

Now there was only one door in the whole room and it hadn't been touched yet.

He had gave up on the Spirit Box, but it was always an option. He didn't want to go through talking to the ghost again. So it was the books call to action.

He placed it right where the EMF was highest. and opened it to a random page.

He then waited, it was probably around a minute. A few gusts of air began to swirl around and his flashlight flickered.

"What's happening, guys?" There was no answer, "Guys?... Guys?"

He removed his radio.

Disconnected.

He no longer had contact to the outside world.

He thought it best to go outside to Grian to get this fixed so made his way to the door.

One pull. No. Maybe its a push. no? oh no.

The door wasn't opening. There was two options, it was locked or it was just wedged shut. Either way he was stuck in this room with the ghost and no way to get out.

He took deep breaths. Trying not to stress about his current situation.

He walked back over to the book. There was writing in it.

Well, not writing, just a bunch of scribbles. Very angry looking scribbles.

So that all meant it was a shade, all 3 piece of evidence said it.

...

Now what should he do? He was stuck in a room with nothing to do. No one to talk to. The only people there was him and the ghost.

"Uh... Hey... ghost. I'm going to be stuck in here for a while... so we could like... talk? I bet it gets pretty lonely"

There was another gust of wind land the page turned. A simple 'Yes' was written.

"Ok...umm. I don't vearry know what to talk about, I've never spoken to a ghost before. But I guess I should ask for your name?"

Below the Yes, another word was written.

'Mumbo Jumbo'

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The two talked for a while about life (or death) in general. Pet peeves, family, pets, friends, anything. They became pretty close, as close as you can get to someone in a hour.

Then they heard a knocking at the door.

"SCAR, SCAR. YOU OK IN THERE BUDDY?"

It was Impulse.

"Yeah, I'm fine"

"OK, STAY AWAY FROM THE DOOR, IM GONNA KICK IT DOWN."

Scar didn't even need to move an inch, He stayed, sitting down next to the book on the floor.

The 3 of them rushed in. Grian practically threw himself on top of Scar, hugging him tightly.

"Are you ok? Hurt anywhere?" Skizz asked.

"I'm fine, why wouldn't I be? I had Mumbo"

"Mumbo? But you were the only one here," Impulse sounded worried, "Are you sure you are ok? It might have not been ok for you to be alone in the dark..."

"It was 1 hour, for Scarface to start making people up would have to be a couple weeks, right?"

During the hug, Grian had looked over Scars shoulder and seen the book, "Guys... He isn't crazy, it was actually talking to him. The book, look."

'Hello :)'

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AHHHH I FINISHED IT. I was gonna add more but I just really wanted to get this first chapter. I apologise if it is complete and utter shit. I'm still technically just starting writing so any feedback will be took into consideration <3

Anyway have a nice evening, afternoon or morning and enjoy the rest of whatever comes next.

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