The Devil Went Down To Georgia | Supernatural | ✓

Teaser

The beam of light swung back and forth, his eyes flashing with the pale green of night vision. The wooden flooring creaked underneath his feet, his breathing was soft from fright. If the locals were correct, he and his partner weren't going to make it through the night. But they had to try, their viewers were counting on them for a new episode that showcased their bravery. They had disappeared for too long, and most viewers thought they'd died on a hunt. Alas, they were very much alive and couldn't pull off such a disappearing act—only Captain Reynolds was allowed to do that and even then... he shouldn't have been allowed to.

"The locals identified this house as the Weeping Angel house," the man with the black haired explained, looking at the camera.

"We believed that it was just Whovians dicking around with us and the locals," the curly haired man continued, his glasses shining in the night vision. "But we decided to check it out anyways, because if there is a weeping angel, there's at least two of us who will take turns not blinking while we back away as fast as we can—those weeping angels don't [beep] around."

"For those of you who haven't seen us before and are first time tuners, we're the Ghostfacers. I'm Harry, and this is Ed," Harry announced, looking at the night vision camera once again. "We get ghosts haunting areas to where they're meant to and provide information for all viewers on how to deal with ghosts."

"We're like the Indiana Jones's of ghost hunting, basically," Ed added, Harry nodded approvingly. "The weeping angel has been supposedly haunting this house for two months now, just randomly popping up. There wasn't any date that triggered it or a full moon or anything, so we're going to attempt to communicate with the creature in order to find out why it's on earth."

A thump was heard upstairs, causing Harry and Ed to jump, the camera shaking as they did so. They began to run back to where they had set up their 'camp' for the night, and stepped into the salt circle that they made just in case things went downhill with their ghost hunting.

"What the [beep] was that?" Harry asked, looking up at the ceiling wearily.

"Is someone there?" a voice called, footsteps echoing around the old house. It was a young girl, Ed immediately removed himself from the safety of the salt circle.

"Ed, that could be a trick. She could be trying to lure you in by sounding innocent," Harry reasoned. "Stay in the salt, man. It's not worth your life. We'll just stay in the circle until morning."

"Hello?" The voice asked shakily, obviously hoarse from crying.

The footsteps were getting closer, Harry leapt out from the circle and grabbed Ed's arm before dragging him back into the circle where he knew they'd be safe. The footsteps continued, each step that grew closer was the higher that Harry's stomach felt in his throat. He swallowed hard, trying to hide his nervousness.

The owner of the voice poked her head around the corner, looking at the two men. Her blonde hair was like a bird's nest, green eyes stained with red around from an obvious lack of sleep. She walked closer, eyes shining with fright.

"Who are you?" Ed asked, nervously as he raised an eyebrow.

"I'm Leila Connors, and I need your help."

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#daytwelveoftwelve, this will be edited profusely and will be released as a full prologue soon!
- thalia