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5:32 PM July 15th 2009
TAPS Main Office, Rhode Island

"Ready to go see what Kris has in store for us?" Jason asked his best friend and working partner, Grant. The two had finished up their job at Roto-Rooter and had cleaned up, excited about a new case they were going to investigate.

"You bet!" He grinned, following Jason farther into the building until they came upon a conference type room with a grinning Kris in it.

"Hey guys." She greeted as they sat down across from her. "I received a case from Michigan that I thought you'd be interested in."

Jason and Grant looked at each other with interest. "I don't think we've been to Michigan yet."

Kris laughed. "Well, I heard it's really beautiful there, so I'm pretty excited."

"So where exactly are we heading?" Jason tilted his head to the side in a questioning manner.

"Um..." Kris looked at the papers that were in her hands for a moment. "Reed City. We'll be investigating a restaurant called Pompie's. The fact that they may be haunted is scaring a lot of people away, and the owners have been losing a lot of business because of it." She explained to the lead investigators.

"Oh, wow, that sounds bad." Grant commented.

"So what kind of paranormal activity is going on up there?" Jason asked his next question.

"Well, mostly there's objects moving around and electronics going on and off and play by themselves. Apparently there are also 'ghostly figures' that appear around the alley next to the restaurant late at night." She flipped some of her hair behind her shoulder.

"Huh, that sounds like your run-of-the-mill type of haunting." Grant looked a little baffled as to why it was scaring away so many people.

"You're right Grant, so hopefully we can help these people." Jason looked back over to Kris and shook her hand. "Thanks for the case."

"No problem!" She said coolly, now shaking Grant's hand.

"Alright, well, let's get everybody together and packed up.

-x - x - x - x - x - x -

4:48pm July 17th 2009
Minutes away from arrival...

The drive to Michigan was pretty much uneventful. They were about 10 minutes away from Reed City, taking two TAPS vehicles to the investigation. Steve, Tango, and Kris were in one car and Grant and Jason were taking up the rear in their own separate vehicle.

They pulled up to the pizza place, parking in the back. The owner came out greeting them, "Thank you for coming, business has been pretty rough to come by ever since the incident."

Jason and Grant looked at each other than back at the owner. "What incident?" Jay asked.

The owner motioned for them to follow him. "I'll tell you as we walk, its easier to explain."

They walking inside through the back door of the kitchen. "Well, it must've been about 3 weeks ago. It was about 9 o'clock, the store closes at 10. Some high school football game had just ended so our business was busy as usual after a school event happens."

Jay and Grant nodded. They continued walking into the main dining room.

"The place was just going crazy with ghost activity." He said motioning to everything around them. "Pinball machines were going off by 'emselves, Woman came running out of the bathroom saying they saw a shadow or something in the mirror. Chairs were moving in the dining room..."

They nodded again. "Well thanks for calling us out here, we'll see what we can do to help."

The owner nodded also. "Thanks for coming."

Jay and Grant walked out back towards the rest of the team. The Hunt was on.

9:00 PM July 17th 2009
Pompie's, Reed City, MI

"Help me lift this?" Steve asked Tango, referring to a large case in the back of the van.

"Sure." Tango walked over, lifting the case until it was securely on the ground. "So what do you think about this place?"

"What do you mean?" Steve's voice was a bit muffled, he was back inside shuffling around things while looking for something.

"I mean, this was supposed to be a restaurant, not some small pizza joint." He mumbled.

Steve's head poked out. "Why should it matter?"

Tango shrugged his shoulders. "I just feel kind of like we were lied to so we would show up."

"Well." Steve paused to collect his thoughts. "I understand what you're saying, but does it really matter? I mean they're people who are in need, and did you think that maybe they tweaked it a little because they thought we were more likely to show show up and help?"

"I guess so." Tango answered, and Steve was about to say something again when Kris showed up from out the back of the building.

"Hey! Need any help?" She stood there expectantly.

"Yeah." Steve answered, before tossing her some cords. "Follow Tango and I so we can hook this up."

Both conversations dismissed, Steve jumped down from the van and with help from Dave they carried they large case inside with Kris in tow.

11:00 PM July 17th 2009

"Lights out! Let's do this team!" Grant said. Jay and Grant walked into the pizza place first, while Steve and Tango investigated the alleyway next to it. Kris was in the Van watching the equipment and video.

Grant turned on his recorder. "Jay and Grant in the main dining room of Pompie's pizza place. If their is anyone else in here, can they make a noise or do something?" Grant said, they were both sitting in one of the tables in the dining room across from each other.

Jay jumped slightly. "What the fetch?"

"What?" Grant asked.

"I swear something just touched my...well, my ass..."

Grant choked out a small laugh. Then went serious when he saw that the pinball machine had lit up. "Look at that." He said, getting up and walking towards it. Jay followed and looked under it to see if it was plugged in, it wasn't.

"That's odd, it's not plugged in."

"Check out the high score." Grant said.

Jay's eyes widened. "Damn, our little buddy here's a pro. Is there someone here with us?" He asked aloud.

"Ye ouch! Jay I told you not to do that in public!" Grant yelled.

"Do what?" Jay asked, he voice sounded distant. "I'm over on the other side of the pool machine now."

Grant rubbed his but where it felt like someone had pinched him. "Never mind, lets go in the kitchen."

Meanwhile in the alleyway...

"Gee, it sure is dark down this alleyway." Tango murmured, close behind Steve.

"It's almost midnight, what do you expect?" Steve retorted, pulling out a thermal camera. "Let's scope it out first to make sure no one is playing any tricks on us." He looked around the alley. "Nothing but a few rats here and there."

Tango walked over to a large dumpster, getting his voice recorder ready.

"Wait!" Steve yelled. "Did you lean against that dumpster?"

"Uh, no, why?"

"Because there's a large human shaped imprint, of an err, backside on the thermal on the side that you're standing near." Steve was moving to stand at a better angle.

Tango began to move away, but stopped when he heard a noise. "Did you hear that?" He whispered. He turned on his voice recorder.

"If there is anyone in this alleyway that would like to speak to us right now, do so right now."

"Who..."

"I definitely heard something this time too." Steve spoke out.

"Okay. Who who?" Tango asked the voice.

"You..."

"Me?" Tango squeaked.

"Who..."

"Oh! Um, my name is Dave Tango! I'm very friendly, I promise."

Steve was behind him, shaking his head and trying to hold in his laughter.

"I told you my name, so what is your name?" Tango waited a moment before he spoke again each time, hoping to catch some EVP's. "Why are you here? Where are you from? Did you work here? Why did you ask who I was? Are you angry or displeased?" He waited one last moment before turning it off.

"Let's hope we don't have an angry spirit. We're Ghost Hunters, not Ghost Busters!" They both walked to the head of the alley.

"Hey Jason, Grant, so uh, how are you guys holding up on your end?" Steve talked into the walkie-talkie.

Back with Jay and Grant..

They had just walked into the kitchen when their radio went off. 'Hey Jason, Grant, so uh, how are you guys holding up on your end?'

Jason grabbed for his walkie. "We've had a few personal experiences...We're now entering the kitchen then we're gonna move into the alleyway, you too come on into the main dining room when your ready."

"Few?" Grant squeaked out, still holding his buttock.

Jay shushed him. 'Okay...'Steve said through the walkie, than it was silent.

There was a sudden crash that came from the other side of the kitchen. Jay immediately pulled out his recorder. "Is there someone here with us?" He asked.

"Jay, did you see that?!"

Jason looked at him, questionably. "See what?"

"Shadow figure. It was standing next to the oven." Grant said, he pointed his thermal in that direction. Nothing out of the ordinary was there.

Jason sighed. "Probably nothing." He said walking over to the freezer. He opened it up and walked inside, followed by Grant.

"It sure is cold in here," He turned on his recorder. "Is there anyone in here?" He asked. The freezer door suddenly slammed shut. Jay and Grant ran over to it.

"Its locked!" Grant yelled.

Jason grabbed for his walkie. "Steve? Tango?"

Steve & Tango...

They were heading inside Pompie's to investigate the dining room when the walkie-talkie suddenly turned on, Jason's worried voice carrying over.

"Jason? Grant? What's wrong?" Steve replied back as he and Tango were rushing back inside to help.

This time Grant spoke while Jason tried to open it again. "We were investigating the kitchen, and somehow something trapped and locked us in the freezer." He looked over to see Jason shaking his head. "It won't budge."

Steve and Tango found the freezer door quickly, but to their dismay the door wouldn't even move when it was unlocked.

"I have an idea." Steve said over the talkie. "You two push the door and we'll pull it at the same time. Maybe it's just stuck."

Jason and Grant complied, and on the count of three, nothing happened. "You guys, walk around the store see if theres anything that can break this window. It seems big enough we could fit through..." Jason snorted. "What?"

"Nothing...We need to stay warm though somehow...think pizza dough can provide insulation?" Jason asked, being optimistic about the situation. He walked over to the back wall and sat down against it. Grant came by and sat next to him.

"Well, this was an unexpected outcome." Grant said, hugging his knees for warmth.

Jay nodded. "You think Steve and Tango found anything?"

"The only thing i can think of is a chair in the dining room, but aren't those screwed to the floor?"

"Who the hell screws chairs to the floor?" Grant asked incredulously.

Jay shrugged. "Someone whose obviously afraid of someone stealing their furniture."

There was knocking on the freezer window and Jason and Grant looked up to see Steve and Tango with a piece of paper and a sign. They wrote something on it and placed it against the window. It said: The batteries are dead. They were new...

"Tango, go get Kris for help!"

"What?!" Tango sounded extremely scared. He didn't want to be alone.

"Look, we can't talkie her and I don't want to leave Jason and Grant alone."

"Fine." Tango pouted. "But if I die it'll be all your fault!"

Steve glared at Tango. "You'll be fine you big baby."

"Says the man afraid of spiders..."

- x - x - x - x - x -

"Kris! Kris!" Tango yelled as he ran to the van super-duper fast.

"Phew." She let out a breathe as soon as she saw Tango. "I'm glad you came, none of the camera's are working anymore and I don't know what's wrong!"

Tango shook his head, wanting to worry about that later. "Help me find some screwdrivers and some batteries!"

Without any questions asked, they quickly found what was needed and headed into the dining room. From there, Kris began replacing the batteries in the talkie while Tango tried to use the screwdriver to unscrew a chair from the floor and briefly explain what was going on.

"I'll go find Steve so he can use the new walkie-talkie to make sure Jason and Grant are okay." Kris told Tango, beginning to leave. He swallowed, not wanting to be alone.

It wasn't long before he felt a pinch on his rear-end. "Ouch!" Good grief, what was that?!

He tried to concentrate on getting the old screws out of the floor, but they were really stuck in there. That's when he was pinched again, harder this time.

He whipped his head around. "Would you stop doing that?!" he yelled, getting frustrated and even more scared than he already was.

That was when he was patted on the butt. "Okay! That's it! I'm leaving!" He stood up, dashing out the door to find Steve and Kris.

They were standing near the window still, and Kris was biting into her lip with worry.

"Where's the chair?" Steve asked.

"I... I need a little help." He admitted.

"But you looked like you were doing just fine?" Kris admitted, confused.

Tango cut off Steve before he could rant. "B-Because I'm being molested in there! That's why!" He sputtered and waved his arms around.

Kris and Steve looked at each other before they both let out a laugh. "What?!" They sound exasperated.

"It's not funny! It hurts and it's scary!"

"Okay, okay, Kris can go along with you to protect you from the Big Bad Scary Ghost!"

Tango fumed as they returned to the dining room, Kris with a little smirk on her face. They finally got a chair free and returned to the window, smashing it and knocking the glass around the edges so nobody would get cut.

Jason and Grant uncovered their heads as the glass stopped coming at them. "You guys okay?" Steve asked.

"Little minor cuts here and there, other than that yeah were good." Grant responded, and was the first one to attempt to crawl through the broken window. He was almost there when a force pushed him back inside. He landed back in the freezer with a 'Oof'.

"Grant!" Jason yelled kneeling next to him. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just felt like someone pushed me back in here."

"Yo, whats the hold up guys? Why aren't you coming out?" Steve shouted.

"What, you didn't see? Grant got pushed back inside!" Jason yelled back.

"Ah! Steve quit it!" Tango suddenly yelled.

"Quit what!"

"Scaring me by grabbing my...oh never mind..." Tango replied.

Kris looked around the room as the walls began shaking violently. "No wonder the guy had his chairs screwed down, they did say they had activity where the chairs were moving. Now its the walls!"

"Hurry, grab my hand!"

"Oh for the love of-- I am not holding your hand Tango!"

"Okay, fine, but you owe me."

"Would you two just shut up?!" Jason growled. "We need to get out of here, quick!"

"Jay, hoist me up and then we'll pull you through the window." Grant said, trying to crawl out when he felt someone grab his ass. "What in the fetch are you doing back there?!"

"Hoisting you up like you asked!"

Finally Grant was pulled out, his hand accidentally being cut from the walls shaking causing him to fall into a piece of glass.

"Uh, guys, what about me?" Jason asked, trying to crawl out.

With a couple pulls and tugs, Jason was through the window with little scraps from the sharp glass that was still attached to the window. "Uh guys, the walls are still shaking!" Tango yelled. Everything that was hanging on the walls was now on the floor, shattered into pieces from the impact.

"Let's get outta here!" Jason yelled.

"We've never left a case early before!"

"Well, we do now!"

Tango squealed as they were exciting. "For the love of god! Stop grabbing my ass!"

Kris started laughing. "Seriously guys, I don't feel a thing."

Once inside the cars, they sped off. They could always return later for their equipment or buy more of it.

Suddenly Grant remembered something. He grabbed Jason's walkie-talkie and pressed the button. "Dave?" He called into it.

"Er, yeah, here." Was the squeaked reply.

"Did I hear you say something about being touched?"

"Well, yes."

Grant shared a look of knowing with Jason. "Could you tell me where at?"

"It, was well, it was my butt. I was pinched, patted and grabbed there frequently. It's a little hard to sit right now."

"And what about Steve?" Grant asked.

"Er, he wasn't really around in the dining room for it to happen."

"Wow. That was one gay ghost, we weren't in there ourselves for more than five minutes and he got a little friendly."

Jason broke into laughter. "Yeah, maybe that's why everyone was scared. Butts were being touched all the time."

"Hey guys, what about the evidence reveal?" Steve asked over the walkie talkie.

"What evidence?" Kris replied. "The camera's went off before all of the heavy activity happened."

"Think we can get away with an IOU?" Jason asked Grant.

Grant shrugged. "Hopefully. We can call him in the morning. I feel kinda bad we couldn't help his business. Perhaps he can move to another location?"

Jason nodded. "Perhaps."

"Hey guys." Tango's voice came over the walkie. "Let's not ever come back here again. I don't know if I could concentrate on an investigation if a Ghost is molesting me every time I bend over." They all laughed and drove off into the sunrise.