Paranormal

Hysteria

"This is completely and utterly confusing."I question as I scroll down on an article I found on the computer."I mean, I remember my mother telling me that our family has some type of resistance to certain things, so I infer it has to do with something in the venom." I say to Pete.
"Highly likely, considering each culture can ward off varying liquids, diseases and so on. You're mainly Dutch so I wonder what in the venom you body could tolerate to where you weren't affected by it." He taps his chin taking my claim into thought.
"Let's get a test done on the the venom to see what else could be in it and narrow it down to which substances that aren't exactly lethal and the ones that are."
"How extraordinary!" Cyanide is one of the most toxic substances that can cause, cells to be unable to use oxygen, cardiac arrest, seizures and potentially death. Oh Amber, how you have dodged a bullet." Pete exclaimes.
I nod in agreement. " Most of the Cyanide must have drained out my system to be picked up in the first venom withdraw. Impressive!" I remark as I record the information we collected.
" I wonder since the Cyanide didn't kill me or create any of the symptoms listed, could it have side effects?" I wonder.
"It's possible, but we don't know what they are. It couldn't hurt to look them up."He says as he jumps into a rolling chair and rolls over to his laptop. I smile at his little "move". I take a seat next to him and look over his shoulder. "Oh! There!" I point at a link. I skim over the information and stop when I find symptoms.
"Most common side effects conclude,
•Hysteria
•Nausea
•Epilepsy
•Severe headaches
•Suicidal thoughts or actions
We would advise you to please contact a local doctor if any of theses symptoms appear. " I read aloud." How contradicting" I mumble. I sigh but try to ignore the effects of it and resume my work.
"Amber! Another case has been filed." Garrison alerts me by tossing a tan folder contained with the documents on my desk.
"How menace, it intrigues me." I pick up the folder and sigh. "What a thriller!" I say sarcastically wishing it was a paranormal case. I tap the documents on the table straightening them up. I open the folder and pick up the first paper.
" Lillian Hartson, 17, Last seen on Kahyer street on March 15th. Blah blah blah. Ok so a case of dissaperance. That's very critical here, bet the parents are frantic." I think aloud to Garrison.
" Of coarse, parents said she had a disorder of Schizophrenia, to which people thought she's been possed by a demon and feared her greatly." He explains flipping through his note pad. "Do you want me or Pete on this one?"
"Do you mind if I take Pete, he might be able to comprehend chronic situations easier." I reply. He flicks his hat and winks "Sure thing. I'll let him know."
I place my things in my suit case and head towards the car. Pete has on his special trench coat and is leaning against the car, looking up as I walk out. " Pete you know with out your knowledge and weapons you're basically a baby in a trench coat."
He rolls his eyes and giggles.
We head out to Kahyer street to see if we can pick up a trail. "That's peculiar, this syringe is still has something still in it." Pete examines it.
"Makes sense, concluding she could have gotten caught and ran or she didn't get to finish, if so what was the reason?" I claim. Pete shifts his shoulders not knowing the answer either. "Hmm"
"Amber I've got something." He says in an almost hushed voice. I walk over and run my fingers through my hair. I stare at what's he's found and ponder.
A trail? A trail of what though? Odd.
I bend down and smear the substance between my fingers. Pete looks at me in disgust. I smirk and wink at him.
"I've seen this before. It's demons blood, looks like she put up a fight." I stand back up and wipe my fingers on his trench coat. He cringes and jumps back and waves his hand at me defensively. I chuckle at him." Told you, you were a baby in a trench coat."
He pouts and I return to the trail. Pete follows behind me taking note of what he's seeing. I put my hand out to stop him. He precipitously stops and I hold a finger over my mouth. He gulps loudly as I take out my gun.
It's starting to get dark and the wind whips through my hair creating a "dramatic" scene like in the movies. I creep up on the shuffling I hear withing the forest. I throw aside the underbrush and point my gun at it.
What I saw was purely traumatizing.
It had a burgundy face with black eyes and bleeding gums.
I shoot at it twice and hit it both times. It swipes at me and I dodge it instantly. Abruptly I feel nauseous and vomit immediately. Somehow some of it landed on the demon and it howled. It disengaged in to black ash and was swept away in the wind. Then the girl formed back to herself and fell over, completely passed out.
"Woah, um vomiting on demons seem to work." Pete is suprised but slightly disgusted again.
"I bet I know what it is. When I had lunch there was salt in my food. And supposedly salt or holy water kills demons." I say wiping my mouth.
I walk over to the "ex-demon" and throw her over my shoulder. "Ok sweetheart, let's getcha back home."
"I didn't take her to the hospital because she's just passed out and nothing else seems to be wrong. Try to keep this to yourselves or people are gonna go beserk about it. You'll probably need to get her in to therapy, for she might develope a post traumatic stress disoreder. Either way she'll be fine." I explain to Lillian ' s parents. Their frantic but the understand. The mother hugs me and repeatidly thanks me while the father goes to his daughters aid. We say our goodbyes and head back to the car.
"Turns out it was a paranormal cases after all." I aspire. I smile at Pete and we bump fists. "Hey wanna go see a movie?" I ask polietly. "Sure!" He lights up. And on we go.