Prologue
We stand in awe before that which we cannot see.
And we live beyond that which cannot be explained.
"Stupid breakers; they're always shutting down." Gabriella Adams complained as she pulled her sweated sleeves over her arms and walked up the attic stairs. It was amazingly cold up in the attic.
We human beings always tend to claim for their to be something there that isn't.
Those something's are called ghosts.
She opened up the attic door which was almost impossible; it's been shut for so long the hinges were practically falling off due to rust.
What are ghosts?
Some people say they are the figures of the dearly departed.
Other say they are invisible monsters.
She flicked on the light switch on the wall; nothing happened. "Oh great, so THIS is what we get for ignoring you." Gabrielle scolded to herself, "you" as in the attic. Trying her best to see where to was going, and ignoring the spider webs everywhere, Gabriella made her way to the power box which contained the useless, old breakers that powered the electronics in the house.
How do you know when a house is haunted?
She opened up the power box; dust flew everywhere. She coughed and sneezed a little. Once she fanned away the dust She flicked on the breaker that had shut down. The sound of her TV turning back on was convincing enough for her that it had worked.
Creek! Creek!
Her eyes went wide when she had heard foot steps coming up the stairs. Gabrielle immediately shut the power box and spun around; her heart racing. No one was there to surprise.
Creek! Creek! Creek! Creek!
Feeling afraid, Gabriella felt for some sort of object to use as a weapon in defense. Someone was in her house, but who? Her kids were at school, her husband had died 8 years ago, and the only pet she had in the house was her youngest sons' 3 goldfish.
"Who ever you are," Gabriella warned, "I have a hammer and I'm not afraid to use it!" Gabriella knew it perfectly. She was bluffing. She didn't know how to defend herself with a hammer. The only reason she had tools anywhere in her house was because they were her husbands and she didn't' have the heart to get rid of the only thing she had left of him.
Creek! Creek!
The frightened Gabriella finally to the front of the stairs. No one was on the stairs. This got her even more riled up. Where were the foot steps coming from? Was someone downstairs?
Creek! Creek!
The footsteps were much closer now. As if they were right behind her. Gabriella turned around slightly. No one was there. However, the hammer was yanked right out of her hand and she felt pressure on her back that sent her falling down the stairs and crashing into the walls below. Her screaming echoed practically through the whole house.
What got Gabriella back on her feet and rushing toward the phone was the hammer flying at her. Luckily she got out of the way before it made a direct hit with her head causing a bloody mess.
She dashed toward the phone and began to dial. "Pick up! Pick up! Pick up! Oh god, please pick up!" she cried.
"Hello, this is TAPS." said a voice on the other side of the phone.
"Thank god," Gabriella sighed in relief.
You call in professionals.
Authors note:/ YAY! Ghost Hunters fan fiction! There aren't that many around here [shrugs]. Maybe this story will change that. Anyway, I'm fully aware the first few sentences in this "chapter" sounded like what Rukia said in the first episode of BLEACH in the English dub version. But I liked her little statement! It sounded cool! Anyway, I don't own Ghost Hunters, nor TAPS. They belong to Jason Hawes and Grant Wilson. And I don't own BLEACH either. Tite Kubo does. All rights go to them!