I awake the following day to a loud thump on the door. One of the “guards” stands at the door looking rather unimpressed, clearly not wanting to be anywhere near here. I can’t say that I blame him, it seems to be the general mood around here. As I walk to the door I notice my co-hunters are still fast asleep, guess nothing ever changes with them. I was always the one to wake up first and the one to set plans in motion. I arranged all of our outings, movie nights, and generally chilled days. I made the call on everything, all except for the murder of Jack, perhaps with my planning, we would not have gotten caught. Then again had I been involved it would not have happened in the first place.
The guard hands me a folder with all the information we would need for our upcoming hunt. A sigh of relief escaped me when my eyes fell upon the name of the ghost. Melissa Williams. It is not Jack, yet. We were told that ghosts will only haunt a location if they were murdered by someone. The shock of one’s soul being serrated from its physical body leaves an imprint in our plane of existence. This imprint in its confusion can often be aggressive, almost vengeful. Essentially a death by natural causes sets their soul at rest.
Written out in bold lettering stood the words, “Cameras have been set up throughout the house to monitor both the ghost and your group to ensure none of you step a foot out of line.” Not surprisingly, I did not think they would let us roam away from our quarters without monitoring us. “You are tasked with first identifying the ghost type so that you can catch it. Ways for identifying the ghost and how to catch them can be found below, make sure to read carefully as making a mistake can lead to swift death and we still have use for you so do not die on us now.” Well, that is certainly encouraging. As I read further it becomes clear that the mistakes we can make that would lead to our demise are simple and we would need to take every precaution to avoid them from occurring. Getting these idiots to remember them will not be easy but at least I can bank on them wanting to keep themselves alive right? Maybe, but I am pretty sure it will become a situation of every man for themselves, if one of us dies it will not bother them, that became evident when they murdered Jack.
Once they had all arisen, one by one each of us took a look and digested the information that we had been given. No one says a word to each other, it is almost as if everyone’s vocal cords have been clipped. Perhaps if that were the case it would make this whole ordeal a lot better. I glance down at my watch, it is noon, which means we have six hours to prepare before we set off on our first hunt. Six hours seems like a lot of time but I feel nothing is going to prepare me for what we are going to experience with Melissa at “her dearly beloved house”. As I sit down eating my lunch I once again repeat the words to myself from the night before “I will not break“. I have to keep repeating this statement otherwise I will never get through this. I look up to my former friends, each of them displaying a sense of panic and I think, you bastards got us in this mess, you reap what you sow. If I have to let one of you die to ensure my survival so be it because I will survive.