Potential

The Church

August 17th. 1824. Vermont, USA.

     "This is where Will said it happened, right?" Peter asked, a little skeptical of the whole situation they got themselves into. Marcus chuckled a bit, holding his lantern up. "That old abandoned village over yonder," Marcus replied, "At least that's what he said to me." Mark was admittedly a little skeptical too. The town ghost hunters, called for a job by the town nutcase. The probability of this just being a hoax was pretty high, higher than most jobs. We go around, getting hired by people who'd allegedly seen ghosts or monsters, and go check it out. So far, every job's been pretty fruitless. 

Peter Miller, age 17. Peter, a.k.a Pete, stands at 5'8. Peter was hired by Marcus literally because it was the easiest job he could get. He has blonde hair, blue eyes and white skin.

    For some reason, Marcus  had a hunch about this one. Some feeling in his bones as he called it. He'd been doing ghost hunting since just a bit before Vermont had even become a state, just after the British has surrendered in the Revolution of '76. Apparently, he'd caught monsters and ghosts before he started working with Pete and I, but I've never seen it. On the other hand, when he has a hunch, it usually ends up being right. 

Marcus Porter, age 54. Standing at 5'10, Marcus, a.k.a Mark, is a middle aged man keen on hunting monsters and ghosts ever since he allegedly was attacked by one as a kid. His hair is silver, brown eyes and light skin, generally wearing a coat all the time.

     Then we approached the spot, old Sam's church, abandoned since the Revolution. The village this was in always seemed off, some weird tingling sensation filling the air., and this church was no different. "Right past the altar, and down into the basement," Marcus said to no one in particular before turning to us. "Pete, you go down with me, Oliver stays up in the main room in case of anything." We both nodded in agreement. This was our first job, and we were both excited and nervous. 

Oliver Clark, 22, 6'0. Hired by Marcus because he didn't want to work for his dad's fishing company. White skin, green eyes and dark brown hair.

     Upon going in, it was obvious just how poorly the elements had treated the old hallowed grounds. Tables flipped and broken, window shutters slamming in the wind, rats in the corners, and seemingly all filth under the sun. We set down our equipment, mostly just general stuff because we didn't know what we were dealing with. Silver bullets, salt, a cross or two, the like. Peter looked around nervously, it was obvious he was scared. But down into the basement with Marcus he went. 

     They were down there for quite some time. It was cold, drafty and dull up here in the nave of the church. Curiosity eventually got the best of me and I ventured down into the darkness. Using a candle to guide myself, I faced a myriad of rooms and halls, all dotted with clutter and junk, or rats and rodents, maybe even both. I couldn't tell where Marcus and Peter had gone, so I just picked a random hallway to start off with. The first few rooms were completely barren, save for some junk or bugs. The fourth one had an old children's library, albeit completely emptied out except for a few stragglers. Picking one up, I saw it was at some point a catholic Bible, but someone had drawn on all of the pages. Flipping through it, it looked like the drawings of an insane person, all depicting different dark shapes that seemed to look more and more distinct as I flipped the page. Quickly, what started off as black scratches had formed themselves into the shape of an eyeball, looking straight at me. I felt a cold wind at my neck, and the eyeball blinked. "Ahh!" I exclaimed, tossing down the book and the cold wind seemed to dissipate. I wasn't sure of what I saw so I picked up the book again. Flipping through its pages, there were no scratches or scribbles at all, so eyeball or shapes. "What the Hell..." I questioned as I got up and left the room.

     The next few rooms were just like the first few, empty, rats or bugs, or some mix of the three. But then I saw it. At the end of the hallway, a blue light was glowing out of one of the rooms. I slowly approached, my heart beating so loud anyone could have heard it. As I approached the room, I heard and felt this powerful wind, and some sound I couldn't place, getting louder and louder. I peeked in and saw the source of the blue light. This thing, this shape of blue. It looked ethereal, as if coming straight from the heavens itself. The light slowly shaped itself into something roughly humanoid and approached me. I tried backing away but the door had closed and wouldn't open. "W-What do you want!?" I yelled at it, and it backed away, shining red for a brief moment.  Then it got real close to my face and I heard a faint, raspy voice whisper to me. "Soon" it said, before exploding into a huge wave of light and suddenly focusing into my chest where it funneled itself before disappearing. 

    I was shocked, what the Hell just happened to me. I felt light headed and sick to my stomach. After sitting down and thinking, I left the room and was suddenly grabbed my Marcus as he sprinted by. "Oliver, we gotta go!" He yelled at me as Peter and myself followed him out of the church. Marcus whipped out his shotgun and pointed it in the doorway. "What happened!?" I yelled at him. "Monster Hunters just found their monster" Marcus said as he focused down the door.  A few seconds later, a cat, tabby specifically, sauntered out the door and left. "What?" Marcus asked, before bursting into laughter. "THAT'S the monster you saw, Peter? A little housecat?" He exclaimed loudly. Peter stammered, unable to speak. Marcus patted his back. "Guess we'll have to go home and tell Will his 'monster' was just a stray," He told us before walking back home with us.