Demons without Desire

The first Setback.

I looked up at the old hotel, famous for it's guests that haven't quiet finished checking out. Finally my first proper location where I was able to film and on a bigger scale instead of having to use Go Pro's and a small camera.

Turning to my car full of equipment, some of it I had rented and other bits that were mine I smiled. I had waited for a big break and this seemed to be it.

I had moved to Sin City from Australia to pursue a career in Paranormal Investigating. It seemed the Americans loved the thrills and scares of a good haunting, add that it was true and the footage was raw and they loved it.

My first taste of the paranormal was from when I was little no older than 7. My parents had bought an old farm house specifically so my father could show his work in restoration. It was an eye sore to the community and he planned to fix it.

I never knew why the place was left empty for so long, but my mom had told me that it had been empty for almost a century. The place was beautiful inside, just cosmetic damage that could be tended to by someone with good carpentry and building skills. My gran always said.. 'Nothing is irreparable.'

That was before I found out about Mrs Elizabeth Smith. She emigrated from England with her husband Paul and three children. Jack, Emily and Mary.

Jack was 10, Emily was 9 and Mary was a new born.

They had been living in the house less than 12 months when Jack suffered an accident, after a fall from a tree in the garden he was left paralysed and unable to care for himself.

Elizabeth became his sole carer and home schooled him determined to give him the best possible life a disabled child could.

But in August 2nd Elizabeth woke to screaming from Emily. Both Elizabeth and Paul went to the aid of their daughter only to be told that a coyote had got in and taken their youngest daughter Mary.

The baby was reported missing and an investigation began, both Emily and Jack were placed into the care system after their parents were put as suspects when a bloodied child's blanket was found. Unable to prove that they had done no wrong doing both remained suspects until the case went cold. No evidence against Elizabeth or Paul was found.

Paul suffered terribly from the chaos of investigating and questioning and was soon admitted to a psychiatric unit. Elizabeth was left to her own devices at the large home.

Some believed she stayed there until the day she died, others believed she went crazy and killed herself by hanging herself in the attic.

All I knew was that I never. Never went into the attic. I refused to and my parents didn't push me on it based on the fact I was terrified of making Elizabeth angry.

I had woke one night to find a woman sat at the bottom of my bed, cradling a small baby in her arms and rocking back and forth humming a lullaby. Terrified I squeezed my eyes closed and pulled the bedding over my face.

From that night on I would see her walking around my room fixing things that were no longer there. If things had moved I always knew it was Elizabeth and not from my carelessness.

The Vegas wind blew warmth across my face making me smile.

This was going to be my chance to prove to the sceptics that there was a life after this one.

I was also going to prove that a woman could do this, unlike many who believe women couldn't do as good as a job as a man could.

Sexist pigs.

I went to take a step up to the Goldfield hotel when a car pulled up and 3 men got out. I watched as they began unloading case after case from the trunk.