May 20: Your character has been told for years the stories of hauntings / strange goings on / magic in this place. Now it's their turn to find out. (300 Words)

"It's okay... It's just an old factory like any other old factory..." Phoebe muttered as she walked through the musky abandoned warehouse.

She'd heard rumors of it being haunted when she was a kid and Grams had always warned her and her sisters to steer clear during their high school years, when teens in the area were known to go explore it and use it as a makeout hub. Every time she'd been by the building, she'd always gotten a bad vibe from it, but she'd never been able to place it. She'd felt it when she had the premonition earlier, the one that led her there now. There was an innocent in trouble and both Piper and Paige were busy, but it was nothing Phoebe herself couldn't handle. The vision she'd had didn't seem inherently evil in nature. The runaway child she'd seen hiding there had broken her leg in the vision and needed medical help, but she wasn't sure if it had already happened yet or not.

Even with a few years of fighting literal demons under her belt, she still felt uneasy walking through the warehouse. She heard something nearby and she nearly jumped out of her skin, but relaxed a bit seeing that it was just the young girl from her vision. She hurried over to her, careful not to make the same mistake the girl had and fall over some of the debris littering the floor. The girl was knocked out cold. Inspecting her leg, Phoebe knew there was no way she was getting her out of there on her own. She called out for Leo, but even after her desperate cries, the whitelighter didn't show up. That was when she noticed the markings on the floor. If Leo couldn't get to them there, maybe there was someone else that could.

"Magic forces black and white reaching out through space and light... Be he far or be he near, bring me the demon Belthazor here," Phoebe called out, hoping that it worked.

The air swirled around around her and soon, standing before her was her boyfriend, Cole Turner.

"Phoebe?" He was shocked to see that she was the one summoning him. "What are you doing here? You shouldn't be here," He insisted, looking around before his gaze finally landed on the small girl next to her.

"She's hurt and I can't get her out. I can't get ahold of Leo," She admitted worriedly as Cole moved closer to crouch down next to her and the girl.

"He can't hear you from in here. This place is protected from whitelighters and most light magic," He told her. "You're here alone? Where are your sisters?"

"They're busy and I thought I could handle this one on my own," She told him, realizing just how foolish she sounded. "It's just a little girl with a broken leg. There wasn't anything demonic in my premonition... but this place always has given me the creeps. I guess I know why now."

Cole smiled a little at that. "Guess so," He agreed. He gently gathered the little girl in his arms and lifted her up, careful not to stir her too much or hurt her leg even more. "Hold onto me. I'll shimmer us back to the manor and you can get Leo to help her," He suggested.

Phoebe put an arm around his waist and closed her eyes as they shimmered out of the warehouse. She could tell the change in atmosphere immediately once they were at the manor. It was like the tension slipped from her body and she wasn't on high alert anymore.

"It's because you're so good," Cole said to her, glancing down at her.

"What?"

"You sensed the evil in that place. It practically makes your skin crawl. It just radiates from it, if you know what you're looking for," He mentioned. "Most people just write it off, but they shouldn't." He moved to put the little girl on the couch. "Remind me to tell you later about some of the other places to avoid and the warning signs," He suggested. First they would get the girl help and then he could tell Phoebe the history of the building they'd found her in and why it was so important to trust your gut instinct about places.