The entire 5 ½ hours it took the two co-workers to get to the secluded Bed and Breakfast, Lyra was about a few thoughts short from an anxious melt down. This whole situation with the haunted B&B seemed to be slightly parallel to some of the horror movies she's seen; but then again, that's kind of what you get for having a boyfriend obsessed with any kind of horror movie ever made. Even though Lyra tried her best to calm her nerves, the dream that's been haunting her for the past four days kept replaying over and over in her head till she was practically batty. Her co-worker seemed to notice his frayed partner and asked. Lyra explained her disturbing dreams, and how she believed that this job and the dreams were related.
"You think you're being communicated by a spirit trapped in the location?" Heat raised an eyebrow at Lyra; he had to admit, nothing was ever boring with her around. He turned off the lone strip of country highway, and onto a desolate piece of dirt road. Lyra shrugged her shoulders before answering.
"The dream seems to start and end in the same spot; it's the same thing over and over again. I mean, that seems like the only logical answer; but, then again, when is any part of our job 'logical'? "Both Heat and Lyra both keep a comfortable silence for the rest of the drive up the side of the mountain.
"I hope Mr. Hawkins isn't right about this place." He muttered, more to himself than anyone else. Lyra smiles at her co-worker before replying.
"Mr. Basil has never been one to over exaggerate about a location so… he probably is right." Heat sighed softly at the statement. He knew she was right about that.
"Why can't he send us to some nice, beach resort for an investigation?" Heat grumbled, mostly to himself, but Lyra replied.
"I've never proven this theory, but, I've noticed the nicer a place is on the outside, the more fucked up it is on the inside." Lyra felt the same way as Heat did, but if she had to choose between a building in shambles, home to friendly, nice ghosts and a nice beach side villa with demons; she'd choose the shambled building any day of the week.
Heat mumbled something about an all knowing crazy woman and his boss driving him to drink his body weight in hard liquor. Lyra smiled at her co-worker, her job was done here. The road led the pair to a very quaint and remote Bed and breakfast nestled in the foothills of the mountains. Lyra could tell that evil was afoot here; the air was laced with an unforgettable pungent stench made her queasy, she felt as if the B&B was sizing her up; the upcoming struggle unavoidable. The Owner that had contacted their boss waved to them from in front of the building. The woman looked to be fairly young, with petite features and dark brown hair; a boy, presumably her son, stood just above his mother's hips, shyly waving at the two. Lyra was now not only worried for the owner, but as well as her son; evil had a nasty habit for picking on women and children. Heat had parked the car and breathed something along the lines of 'Here we go again." Lyra smiled at her co-worker and got out of the car ready for the battle waiting for them. "I hope you brought you boxing gloves Heat." She muttered grimly as she saw shadowy being darting from every corner of the building. This was going to be a long business trip.
