In Search.

2.

The time has come to meet the people helping me with this investigation. Al and Brock where my guides, Al seemed creepy looking and Brock seemed distant. "What did you discover down there Brock?" I wanted to at least make some conversation while travelling to a secluded area which was my entry into the catacombs, "you're stupid to want to go down. It's trouble all trouble." He looked at Al and started to yell in French. I picked up a few word that he was saying like fuck, bitch, hell; I had no clue what his problem was.

The car stopped. We where in a creepy, empty street, you could hear cars in the distance and screams from close homes. I could feel the anxiety run through my body, i wasn't able to pick up and feels of this place. Brock, Al and myself waited for people to help open the drain door, a girl arrived and it made me feel a bit better. They stood around speaking in French, the girl turned around "what happens beyond here is up to you. Al and Brock will accompany you but will take no responsibility. Please be safe." Off she went, I turned to Brock and saw the head in, I signed and followed.

This was blacker than black. I could see anything, I couldn't even hear anything, I could only hear my heartbeat thump through my ears. I took a deep breath, set up my camera, set my backpack on my shoulders and opened myself up to anything.  I could feel Brock's anger and I knew to stand away from him, I was sensing bad vibes and I knew he'd be affected later on. I started with and SB7 box I was capturing white noise only, nothing was answering my questions. "I'm gifted. I can help with trap souls, is anyone there?" I waited for a response, "come on Ray, we move on, now!" I rolled my eyes and waited "leave" a harsh females voice came through. I was disturbed by the voice, I could picture and old hag in black dressing, I opened my eyes and saw her. She rushed around the corner and I ran. "Al this way!" We all ran and she disappeared. I once again started an SB7 box again, "I saw you! I heard you! I followed you! Tell me what you want!?" I could sense her again "pick. It. Up." Pick it up? I thought to myself, what is going on? I stumbled back and fell, I grabbed what I thought was a rock but it was a camera. Without telling Al or Brock I swept it up and kept going.

We where trying to find our way out when we heard a hiss and felt people chasing us, all of us ran, something was coming. Brock held his arm out and coat hanged my throat. I fell instantly to the ground, struggling to breath. Brock had an oppression and it began to get the worst of him. "Brock! Stop! You're killing her!" I tried to crawl but he was strong. Al punched him and he ran off, Al scooped me up and took me to the entrance. I could barely breathe, I struggled to keep my eyes open. We reached outside, it was morning, people where on the streets. "Somebody call for help! Please!" Everyone came to help, I stayed crouched on the ground I couldn't move, nor did I want to move. I saw the ambulance came to my rescue, they put an oxygen mask on me and I was catching my breath. I could clearly see things now. I saw the entrance to the catacombs closed, no sign of Brock. "Al! Brock? Where is he?!" I grabbed Al around the neck, he took my hand and held it and with the deepest sympathy he said "we made it. Brock didn't" the world stop spinning. The catacombs consumed Brock.