Beetlejuice96

Ooky Spooky

Not exactly human? Evie echoed in her mind. Then what is he? Upon arriving at the dungeon and hearing his words, she nodded in reply although wondering what he meant by it. A squeak of fright escaped her as the chest moved, she herself moving to the corner Lars had pointed to. She nodded again, her heart pounding inside her chest.

What the hell is going on here? She thought, getting her phone camera ready to record whatever was going to happen here. At least she was going to get some answers.

Ooky Spooky

"Even before most of us were born?" She inquired him. "Don't deny it, I've seen the pictures. The Witch Trials, burned at the stake, even stoned to death. It can't possibly be the same person...can it?"

Doubt filled her as they continued down the catacombs, not quite sure what she had gotten herself into. What if this Lucas guy was, indeed, meant to be avoided?

Ooky Spooky

Evie blinked a few times before following him inside the cathedral where the once cheerful place felt foreboding and even a haunted vibe. Shivers ran over her, hands rubbing her arms for warmth. "It's so different in the light. Less...spooky." She admitted.

"How long have you known him? Lucas that is." She asked, the reporter in her never stopping to achieve the story.

Ooky Spooky

Evie flinched upon Lars moving, her heart beating a little faster. She noticed how jumpy she was lately upon taking this story, probably due to the mystery behind it all. "No, I'm used to strange places." She replied with a chuckle she intended to come off brave but her nerves clearly showed.

"Wait, Lucas?" She asked, tilting her head a little. She wasn't aware that there would be more than one person at this place. She knew that Lars wouldn't do anything, being a priest, but that wouldn't stop this Lucas fellow.

Ooky Spooky

Evie looked over the links that were sent, still in disbelief. How was this even possible? Reincarnation? Family deformity? There had to be a logical reason for all of this. She sighed, knowing she was only diving deeper into a strange rabbit hole. She had fallen asleep when the notification ping jolted her awake. She blinked at the address before looking at the time. This would be her one chance at answers.

She looked around as the deadline drew near, making sure she had everything right. "By the tomb? What tomb? Do they seriously think I'm going to walk into a...cemetery?" She asked aloud as she came across an old cemetery with crumbling headstones. She gulped nervously before walking in, being careful not to step on the graves. "Hello?"

Ooky Spooky

"What the fuck?" Evie whispered as she looked at the different pictures they had sent before glancing at the most current one. All the same man; different time eras. There was no possible way he could still be alive after all this time. It had to be fake, photoshopped...right?

Where did you find all these? How do you know so much about this man? Why should I stay away from him? She inquired. She wasn't going to let them get away with the money, not without a few answers.

Ooky Spooky

Is a good spoop.

Ooky Spooky

Evie blinked upon getting a notification about the add Joe had sent out, quickly clicking the link to make sure it wasn't some punks trying to scam them. A shocked gasp escaped as she covered her mouth upon seeing the picture; his deformed face, those piercing bright eyes...eyes that told a thousand stories behind them. She wasn't horrified by his appearance but rather sorrowful; sorrow that he was concerned a freak or a monster by society.

She furrowed her brow upon one of the comments, wondering what they meant. She couldn't let this lead get any colder. J. Grey, what do you mean stay away from him? What do you know about this man? She asked them, hoping they'd respond. Everything was so cryptic lately.

Ooky Spooky

"Evangeline Williams, Beacon Press." She introduced herself, taking note of his body language. He wanted to say something about the case, but it was clear he couldn't...or wouldn't. Evie wrote something down in her notes before tearing it and handing it to him. "It's my email in case you want to say something." She said with a little grin before leaving.

She sighed softly upon arriving home, sinking into the couch. Every turn lead back to square one. Who were these guys? She glanced at the time, decided fuck it, and headed into the kitchen to grab herself a drink. She went back to her computer to see if there was anything she missed.

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A few days had passed since she had spoken to Father Walters and still no other leads. Fruitless hours spent checking the evidence were all for not. Evie moaned as she rubbed her eyes knowing she'd never hear the end of it from Joe.

Ooky Spooky

Great. Another dead end with no possible leads. Hopefully something comes up with the pictures. Evie sighed, grabbing her things. She let out a little yelp before seeing a man younger than Father Walters but a little older than herself standing there. "Morning. Sorry, I didn't know you arrived." She said, starting to head out before stopping.

She turned to him, curiosity gleaming in her eyes. "I don't mean to bother you, but...what can you tell me about Isaac Partway?" She asked, hoping he was more open than Father Walters.