Ghost Hunters, but Make it College Students

New York, New York

Eyyy, she's back! Enjoy this chapter, guys!-- Ariel <3

They had been driving for hours, Larissa was complaining about the choice of music (Rowan had decided that British punk would be suitable for their trip) and Tyler had refused to tell them where they were going for the first two hours of the trip. Eventually, Rowan and Nicholas were able to convince Tyler to tell them what was going on.

Tyler began, "Okay, there's this nightclub in the lower part of New York. Apparently all of the performers have been killed or committed suicide within a week of performing there," he explained, holding the steering wheel with on hand, waving as he talked with the other.

"What does this have to do with us?" Nicholas asked, leaning forward. He pointed for Larissa to turn the music off, which she happily obliged.

"That doesn't sound suspicious to you?" Tyler questioned. "I think it's the work of a vengeful spirit, but I'm not entirely sure, and I think it would be good for us to try and help this place out. Besides, if we can spend time hunting for Mothman just because Rowan wanted to, then I think we can do something that I want to do."

Rowan looked at Tyler. "You wanted to find him too, didn't you?" He asked with snark.

Nicholas ignored Rowan's comment before continuing the conversation, "Alright," he said, still concerned. "So, if we're going to New York, why are we in the middle of nowhere in West Virginia?"

"We've got one stop on the way, and it just happens to be in the woods," Tyler answered. He leaned forward, looking for his turn.

"Oh, God. Not again," Rowan mumbled, shaking his head.

"Don't worry, we won't be long," Tyler responded. He veered the car left and began driving down a winding, country road.

"Where is our one stop?" Larissa asked, propping her elbow up on the console and holding her chin in the palm of her hand.

"My father built a cabin out here where he could keep all of his research stored, and if I remember correctly, he should have some books in their about vengeful spirits. Along with a few other things that may come in handy down the road," Tyler explained rather quickly.

"Ooh, the famous father I've heard so much about!" Larissa said excitedly.

Tyler smiled before easing the car into another one of the road's bends.

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The road was longer and more twisted than expected. It felt like they had been driving forever, Tyler suddenly alerted everyone that they had to walk the rest of the way. He lead them down a twisted path, one where mushrooms crept up logs and ivy was twisted up on trees. They avoided large tree roots and twigs that lay idly on the trail.

Rowan started cursing as he tripped over a divot in the ground. "Tyler, this better be worth me nearly breaking my neck."

"You did not nearly break your neck," Larissa said, swatting a mosquito away from her face annoyedly.

Eventually they landed upon an old log cabin, just like the trail, ivy was covering most of it. Tyler quickly trotted up the steps, and he began to shake the doorknob, in hopes of getting it open.

"Oh no," Larissa began, "there is no way in hell that I am going in there." She admired the crumbling porch and exterior, looking anxious as she saw thick vines growing through the walls.

"I promise, it's safe," Tyler said, he shook the knob harder and the door swung open. "Come on," he said, urging the three of them to follow him.