Late Night Paranormal Society

Prologue

Mark jumped into his car, wearing a simple black suit and a slightly pink coloured tie around his neck. He started the car and drove down his driveway to get to his old friends funeral. Bob died in an car accident, crushed between the car itself and a big old tree after a drunk man got off track, rushed down the hill and bumbed right into the young man who was jogging along the dirttrack. It was horrible as Mark had to identify the smashed body, almost cut into two peaces. He still had felt his look attached on him as he leaned over to take a good look even if the eyes of the dead guy were closed. The thought of seeing his good friend like that gave him cold uncomfortable shivers down his spine. He wanted to cry but couldn't do it anymore. One week of straight laying in bed, doing nothing than crying, sleeping two or three hours and crying again made him weak. A shadow of a beard showed up, his hair was longer than usual, going everywhere like a mess. He just didn't care anymore. With shaking legs, tingling fingertips and burning eyes he stopped his car on a parking lot infront of a massive church. Around that church thousands of graveyards. Some of them were really big and he even spotted two or three statues made out of ceramic.

Mark got out, tilted the tie correctly and got the colorfull flowers ofbbf the back of his car. Bob loved flowers, he had a small jungle in his apartment and it always smelled like a garden full of different sorts of flowers.

"Hello Mark", a smooth voice caught up to him as he walked down the pass to the church. A black dressed woman with long blonde hair and tears in her eyes fell right into his arms and rubbed his back. "I'm so sorry", she whispered with a crackled voice before leaving the hug as a man came by, also dressed in a deep black suit and a white tie. "Thanks Molly", I answered with no expressions showing. The guy stood now next to me, patted my shoulder before giving me a hug as well. Wade was one of my best friends I ever had. I had felt safe in his arms just for a few seconds until he backed up and smiled at me. "Come on, friend. It'll start in a few minutes." I nodded silently and followed them to one of the benches  in the very front of the curch.

After the priest said loving words and four strong men had borrowed his coffin into the ground in the backyard of the big church, we all had time to say something and then throwing a flower or something else down there. After a couple of minutes it was my turn so I stepped forward towards the grave and closed my eyes. "You always were a good friend, you always were there for me if I needed someone and even if we had some fights, you will always be my buddy. I hope you have your own heaven full of flowers", I smiled as I said these last words before throwing a small bouquet of different flowers onto his coffin. Suddenly I had felt a pressence, someone touched my shoulder very gently, almost brushing. I turned around but no one was behind me. They were all sitting in their chairs, looking down and sobbing. "Bob?", I whsipered quietly so one could hear me. It was so cold and I could see my breath for a few seconds. That's not normal, it was like 25° out here.

All of the sudden it left, everything was normal again and we all drove home after a couple of hours.

After a couple of years, when Mark and Wade finished college and got a job in an small office Mark started feeling some kind of pressence again. This time it was more fourcefully and angry, it was different. Since he moved into a new appartement, while Wade and Molly buyed a house after their wedding, strange things happend. In the night, he heard noices, deep moaning from the guest room and sometimes sobbing coming from his living room but no one was there.

At first he thought it was his imagination but as he talked with Cry about this, he got more and more curious about what is happening. He just wanted to capture the noices, maybe other strange things happening to prove or disprove it.

Another three weeks went by and the paranormal activitys kept going, they even got more strange. Cry, Ken, Mark, Wade and Minx, a little group of friends from the college, saved some of their money to buy all needed stuff to record voices you can't hear with a human ear, nightvision cameras and an EMF meter. They settled everything up in Marks house and when the night began they started the investigation.In the end of all this they caught a deep voice mumbling 'I am not' on the EVP but nothing else. Still it was enough footage to do this more often. They were all excited and wanted more experience.

Now, May 2014, Mark, the lead investigator, Wade, co-lead investigator and five other people builded a  small group of ghost hunting. Cry was the tech manager with Cheyenne, his girlfriend, which was an investigator. Just as Minx and Felix (who also was the EVP-specialist) were. Ken had done all the technical support and always tried to stand out of the frame, mostly holding the camera and checking the microphones and all that stuff.