Lake County Jail Ghost Hunt

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"So, this place is supposed to be really haunted, huh?" Ken asked from the driver's seat of his SUV. Ken Yoshimoto was a good-looking Japanese man in his earlier twenties, always full of laughter and warmth. He was smiling even now, as he stared straight ahead, keeping his eyes on the road unlike my usual chauffeur.

As if on cue, Priti leaned forward over, poking her head into the gap between the two front seats, "Yeah, I hear this place has a pretty notorious history when it comes to hauntings. I've always wanted to visit it!"

As Priti grinned, her fangs peeked through. Her deep, gently curled red hair was pulled back into a ponytail high on the back of her head, with a few tendrils framing her face. She was drop-dead gorgeous, with almost white skin and vibrant green eyes. She could charm anyone, and not just because she was a succubus (although that never seemed to hurt).

"We are coming here to help Klaas out, not go on a field trip," I reminded her. She gave me a pout, and sat back without any comment. As Priti liked to call it, I completed our "Neapolitan icecream" look with my short blonde hair. I had an eternal baby face, and most people thought I was far younger than I was.

Ken laughed, "I still can't believe you guys know a famous ghost hunter. Even if he's only famous in Europe. You know all sorts of cool people."

I shrugged and shifted in the passenger seat, "Well, we met him pretty much the way we seem to meet everyone. They hired us for help on a case. I told you about that time we fought that ghost sealed into a mirror."

Ken nodded, still grinning, "Yeah, sounded both terrifying and exciting. I'm not sure how I feel about ghosts. I'm a bit nervous actually."

I gave him a sly grin, "Really? I think the ghost may have to worry about from you."

Just like Priti, Ken wasn't exactly human. Unlike her, he had started as a human, but a couple years back, he was bitten by a werewolf. He didn't realize it at first, so he hired us to figure out what was wrong with him. Ironically, we had been following him initially because his girlfriend thought he was cheating on her. It was a big surprise for sure to find out that he was loyal, he just also happened to be a giant wolf-hybrid.

Ken's relationship with his girlfriend had gone south after that, but he didn't really seem to mind. They broke up only a couple weeks after we resolved the situation. Right about the time I didn't really want to think about. I had been in a bad place then, but it was thanks to Priti and Ken that I was still standing.

Unlike the two of them, I was actually human, but I was far from normal myself. I was what some people would call a psychic. I never really thought of myself in that way, but I did have inexplicable powers. I was sensitive to the paranormal, especially negative energy. It was because I was an empath, and I would always link with strong emotions. Priti had also taught me a few parlor tricks, like using my energy to create tracking simple spells and seals, pick locks, and even some minor telekinesis.

I had discovered my powers when I was a child and a ghost showed up at my school. I didn't understand much of the situation back then, but I've been able to make more sense of it as I've gotten older and had Priti as a teacher to explain the phenomena. My power kicked in when the child me subconsciously realized the ghost drew her energy from people noticing her. I had ended up wiping out the entire school's memory of her. I spent several days in a coma afterwards as the price, but it had been worth it. I had much better control over my powers now, but there were still times I couldn't use them well.

My phone went off and I put it on speaker, "Hey, Mysie. Did you get the research like I asked?"

The caller on the other end sounded like an annoyed little girl, "Of course, Master. I still don't understand why you are sticking your nose into such a potentially dangerous situation. We aren't even getting paid for it."

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