Haunted
My "animal instinct" has become more refined. I can now tell as soon as I step out of the van if a home is haunted by ghosts. I know I know, why would we even be there if it wasn't haunted? Well, sometimes a place is just not haunted by a ghost. Take my very first case, that was a building with ground issues. So not haunted by a ghost, just an angst teenager.
But a home haunted by ghosts has a feel to it. It is never the same but it is there. It could be the feel of wind brushing the hair on the back of your neck; or the hush of no wind movement at all. Something off that lets me know, triggers my fight or flight response. Dogs have it too; however they are even better at it then me. They can pinpoint it down to a room or place on the property.
I am Naru's unofficial dog. He watches me when we get out of the van. Gauging my reaction to a home.
I stepped out of the van last, going to stand next to Naru. I looked at the home, old and dramatically placed at the foot of a large hill. The house stared me down. I shivered and stepped back a little behind Naru.
Naru turned his head to me and then back to the house. "Hmmm"
