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I really don't have an excuse for why I took so long to update but I'm going to explain myself regardless. I had each side of my family visit, taking up two of my weekends and I went away for Canadian Thanksgiving which was two weekends ago. Plus, my cousin got me obsessively addicted to InuYasha and so I've been watching episodes like a mad woman. And so I've typed out this chapter on a Thursday night right before my friend comes over to have our weekly TVDR (The Vampire Diaries ritual) which happens almost every Thursday night at 7pm. I know, you're all probably like "wow, she's a creep". Well, I LOVE THE VAMPIRE DIARIES! There, I've said it.
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Chapter four: Unmasked.
"Do you have anything yet, Ang?"
"Not just yet, Ali," Angela responded.
"Alright, text me if you have anything. We're going to talk some more with the owners."
"'Kay, talk to you soon." Click.
I exhaled quietly and put my cell away. Jessica, Mike, Jasper and I were currently headed to Sam's dinner. We were planning to uncover more details on paranormal events and possibly confirm that information collected from the strange incident of dancing words that I had experienced the other night, were true. While Angela and Ben were scooping for information on Rosalie and reported deaths of any Emmett's in the local library.
Today was a beautiful day for investigating. It was day three of helping ghost 'Rose'.
All of us were wearing shorts and t-shirts to cool off under the pulsing sunshine of an afternoon in June. I had the newspaper clippings we found tucked away in my black leather shoulder bag and Mike was carrying his bag of technical equipment.
I had a feeling this would be a successful trip today.
"Jessica!"
I looked up to see a smiling Emily, slide out from behind the long serving counter. Her hair was pulled up into a simple bun, wisps of chestnut strands falling around her heart-shaped face. Her chocolate brown eyes shone with true gratitude and a sweet motherly atmosphere.
"Have you eaten lunch yet?" she asked, catching each pair of eyes.
I nodded a yes for all of us as Emily flashed another smile and quickly guided us to the women's washroom where we previously contacted Rosalie.
"Have you seen or heard anything in here?" Jessica asked while glancing around the beige coloured room.
"Nothing out of the ordinary, even the daily acts of kindness towards customers have stopped. I believe she's waiting on you guys."
I hummed in thought, stepping along the length of the stalls. I could vaguely sense a layer of psychic energy hovering above the whole area.
"Sense anything yet, Alice?" Mike asked, unpacking his stuff.
I shrugged. "A bit of psychic energy, nothing too big, yet."
"How 'bout you, Jasper?"
"Lingerin' sadness but that could be result of our EVP last night," his deep Texan drawl answered. "I'd say all is quiet for now."
"What if were tried contacting that Emmett spirit today?" Jessica suggested.
Emily's eyes widened in question as she asked, "There's another ghost?"
I nodded. "We heard him talking through the recorder when we replayed the EVP's. We brought them with us today and I think you and your husband should hear them."
"Sure, I'll go get him," she quickly replied while exiting the small room.
"Should we use the ghost box?" Mike asked.
"Ghost box?" Jasper questioned, confusion written all over his face.
I muffled a small chuckle before Jessica answered him. "It's a device that flips through AM and FM radio stations that spirits use to communicate, that's the theory at least."
Jasper nodded in understanding and leaned against the far wall.
"Back and we brought chairs," Emily called through the door just as Sam, her loving husband, pushed it open.
"Thanks." I smiled at her and took one of the small plastic fold-out chairs from her.
"Okay, everyone just sit quietly and pause in between each question so that the box has time to flick to stations and the ghost can answer us," Mike explained.
The others sat down around the ghost box which was placed on the sink counter. Mike flicked the electrical device on and the slightly annoying 'click' sound started up.
"Is there anyone here with us?" Jessica asked to open air, her blue eyes focused on the white clicking box.
Mumbles of singing voices were cut off numerous times before you hear a soft 'yes' come from the device.
"I'm Alice and on my left are Jasper, then Mike and Jessica and finally Emily and Sam. Can you tell us your name?"
Click, click, click, click, click. "Em-mett."
"Were you trying to contact us last night?" Mike asked.
More clicking passed before another 'yes'.
"What do you need to tell us?" Jessica asked.
Click. "Help her."
"You mean Rosalie?" I questioned.
"Yes."
"How can we help her?" Mike asked.
Another couple clicks passed before a static filled "justice peace" came through the ghost box.
"Why haven't you crossed over as well?" Jess asked.
That question was met with a long wordless stretch of clicking.
I frowned and tried a different question. "Were you born here in Rochester?"
Click and then click. "No."
"Where were ya' born then?" Jasper questioned.
A number of clicks passed until a soft 'ten' noise broke through the annoying sounds emanating from the white device.
Ten, what did ten mean? It certainly wasn't a city in New York and it couldn't be a state. A house number, maybe, the end of a year, possible.
"Ten? Could you possibly tell us what that means?" I asked.
Silence ran as the room was filled with the irritating clicking sounds.
I exhaled and flicked off the bothersome box. "Well, let's allow Emily and Sam a chance to have peace at their busy diner while we go sort through what we got today and try to figure something out." I stood up quickly and folded the slightly worn grey seat.
~Paranormal:Fate~
"What do you think ten meant?" wondered Ben, who had met us in mine and Jasper's room with Angela.
They had gotten their hands on some personal information for Rosalie, stuff like health records, hospital records, and her birth certificate. But the one thing that was most valuable was the newspaper clipping with the engagement announcement of Rosalie Hale and Royce King II. The article took up about half of the page and there was a large picture of a beautiful young blonde woman standing next to a dark haired man who clearly looked wealthy. That would explain why such an announcement took up so much space, he was probably an important figure in town at that time.
"Hey Ang, how's it going with info on this Royce figure?" Jess asked, glancing over at a focused Angela.
"His father owned the bank and with the Great Depression in this time, that meant big fame. He was twenty-one when he started courting Rosalie Hale, who was nineteen at the time. He was known to be quite the partier while with friends and was also a heavy drinker. He died in 1947 from alcohol poisoning." Angela was scrolling through web pages, researching Rosalie's fiancée. She was seated on my bed with numerous pillows keeping her seated. Ben was beside her, flipping through the photocopied pages of recorded deaths and investigations from 1933.
Jessica and Mike sat cross-legged on the floor rug, Jess listening to Ang while Mike tinkered with the electronic things laid out around him. Jasper stood, resting against the wall between the two double beds. I sat on the only chair in the room which was beside the dark mahogany wood dresser located across from Jasper's bed.
"Print off those pages, Angela, we could use them to try and get more information out of Rosalie," Jessica said, standing up quickly. "I'm heading to bed, it's late."
I glanced at the glowing numbers of the alarm clock and blinked. I didn't realize how late it got, it was close to eleven already.
"Yeah, so are we," Ben agreed while shutting his laptop and helping Angela up off my hotel bed.
"'Night," Mike mumbled as he exited the room with Jessica in tow.
"Goodnight, Alice, Jasper," Angela called as Ben lead her out as well.
I smiled at her just as the dark wood door shut with a muffled click.
"It's been quite a day, hasn't it?" Jasper murmured from his spot against the 'd barely spoken since we got back, I wonder why.
I hummed in agreement and got up off my seat. "I suppose it has-" I was cut off when the room was filled in red light.
A gasp left my mouth when out of the door emerged a hazy figure of what seemed to be a woman. The figure had a long mane of shining blonde hair and she was dressed in a long billowing white wedding dress. Her translucent skin and netting veil seemed to glow with blinding light. I couldn't see her face but her arms were covered in bloody scratches and her dress was torn to near shreds.
"They need to die," she growled before another flash of red light blinded me.
"Alice? Alice!"
I gasped again, breaking out of the haze. My eyes focused on the beige hotel rug coming quickly towards my face and I squeezed my eyes shut before I made contact. But I never felt myself hit the floor. Peeking open an eye, I saw that I was facing the ceiling and a head of blonde hair was peering over me.
"Alice? Are ya' alright? What happened?" Jasper asked, concern heard in his accented voice.
I shifted my weight slightly and looked down noticing that two leather covered arms were currently wrapped around my middle. A pair of two very warm arms. He caught me, Jasper caught me.
I looked up and met the gaze of two deep sparkling emeralds.
I felt cherished here, I felt adored here, and I felt at home here.
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