Angel of Light (A Zak Bagans Story)

Chapter 1: New Beginnings

Authors Note: Nick will not be in this story, but that does not mean I have any ill feelings toward him. This is simply a story written based on an idea of the GAC having a female investigator. So no hatred toward me please.

Also, there will be times where I will be using episodes from past seasons as new episodes in Season 10. So essentially, some episodes haven't happened yet. At the time of posting this story, I plan on using "Poveglia Island", and "Fox Hollow Farm". I may use more episodes as the plot line develops. I'll make note of the episodes if I do.

Disclaimer: I do not own, nor have any connection (I wish) to Ghost Adventures or it's crew. My portrayal of any cast or crew are strictly fictional, unless noted else wise. No copyright infringement, harm, etc. intended.

Chapter 1: New Beginnings

Man, trying to pick out an appropriate outfit for things you're not used to doing, like a "job" interview, can be a major pain. I say the term 'job' lightly, as the interview I was preparing for is not for your typical, every day job. See, I was applying to be a Paranormal Investigator. That's right, a Paranormal Investigator. Or perhaps better known as a "Ghost Hunter", or a "Ghost Chaser". Heck, some people would probably even call me a "Ghostbuster" if I got the job. But one thing is certain, "Paranormal Investigator" is the proper term for this job, especially with the group of people I'd be working with.

"I'm telling you, a black or grey, knee-length skirt and a white blouse. Matching heels. Maybe leave a button or two unbuttoned on the blouse, and you'll be set", said a voice from my bed.

I rolled my eyes to myself as I stood staring into my closet.

"It's not that type of job Cheryl. And I'm not using sexuality to get a job," I replied.

Cheryl was my best friend. We met on the first day of high school. I was the quiet, shy, new kid standing against the wall of the lobby, watching in horror at all the students passing me by to find their friends. Find their home rooms. Whatever their business may be. I on the other hand, was staring at a map of the two story school, trying to figure out how to get to my home room.

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"You look like you need help," a voice suddenly spoke next to me, causing me to jump.

I looked up to see a girl with freckles; shoulder length, brown, curly hair; and hazel green eyes.

"You're new here, aren't you?" She asked, smiling and indicating the map in my hands.

"Um, yeah. I'm trying to find my home room...this place is so massive," I replied, somewhat quietly, feeling embarrassed.

She smiled gently and moved to stand next to me, to look at the map as well.

"What room are you in?"

I glanced at the top of my class schedule sheet,

"C2," I replied, looking at the map again.

"Oh! That's the same as me," she replied, smiling again. "Come on. It's on the second level. I'm going there now."

I blinked.

"That would be great...thanks," I replied, folding up my map and shoving it into a pocket of my book bag before quickly following her toward a set of stairs.

She stopped near the bottom of the first staircase and looked at me.

"My name is Cheryl by the way, what's yours?" She asked with a smile.