Chapter Four
Nothing had happened. Peter was wondering why he was there. They'd taken up a case on a day that was otherwise case free, to travel more than one-hundred miles to a town in the middle of nowhere to end up wandering the empty woods for the morning. He wondered how his life had become so boring.
"So how come we haven't got anything so far?"
"I don't know Peter, it's possible that there's something in the region that we haven't accounted for..."
"Or it's that there's nothing to find."
"We're not making any progress here, howabout we break for lunch and meet at the Police Department at 1:00PM where we can investigate some of the buildings in town that we've recieved reports about possible spiritual infestation."
"Agreed, comeon Winston, let's go find a bite to eat while we let the mad scientists work on their equipment."
"Um, Okay Peter, you guys watch yourselves, something about these woods doesn't seem right."
"Officer Spencer, do you recommend a place to eat?" Peter asked the nervous looking officer.
"Um, Emmy's Diner is quite popular. Just take the cablecar back to the central station. Then take the Midtown bus down Davies street and you can't miss it."
"Thanks Officer, come-on Winston, let's get there before the lunchtime rush." Peter and Winston then dissapeared off towards Raccoon.
"Does he always act like that?" Officer Spencer asked Egon.
"Most of the time."
***
"you know, that's the reason you're always up so late, you drink too much coffee." Peter sat opposite Winston in one of the booths at Emmy's Diner.
"And that's the reason why you have trouble trying to get into your old jumpsuit this morning." Winston pointed towards Venkman's large meal.
"Hey, you can't blame me if I like to sample the local cuisine. Besides it's one of those times when I don't have to compete with Slimer." Peter took a large bite out of his breakfast/lunch.
"Is something wrong Winston, you seemed distracted back in the woods there?" Winston settled down his coffee to get into an explanation.
"It's weird, back there I just got this feeling I was being watched by something..inhuman, that feeling was back at the Police station. Something of pure evil." Peter had stopped as if struck by lightening.
"We deal with inhuman monsters and creatures of pure evil every day, how does this differ?"
"It's something other than ghosts, I've gotten used to ghosts now. But there's something out there in those woods, something lurking in the shadows that I don't want to go anywhere near."
"Don't tell me you're a psychic too, that's all we need with Janine being one."
"Peter I'm serious, there's something evil out there and we've just left Egon, Ray and that cop out there."
"Hmm, what do you suggest we do? Go back?" Neither of them noticed a large crashing sound or the screeching of tyres outside the diner.
"I think that might be a good idea." Just as Peter finished off his meal and paid the bill, their path was blocked by a crowd of people near the front of the diner looking out of the windows.
"What the Hell?" the sound of nervous chatter was met by the crashing of metal and china hitting the floor as people knocked plates and cuttlery over as they got up in a hurry.
"What the Hell is that?!" One customer shouted near the front of the diner. And nothing could have prepared Winston and Peter for what they saw outside.
Nothing had happened. Peter was wondering why he was there. They'd taken up a case on a day that was otherwise case free, to travel more than one-hundred miles to a town in the middle of nowhere to end up wandering the empty woods for the morning. He wondered how his life had become so boring.
"So how come we haven't got anything so far?"
"I don't know Peter, it's possible that there's something in the region that we haven't accounted for..."
"Or it's that there's nothing to find."
"We're not making any progress here, howabout we break for lunch and meet at the Police Department at 1:00PM where we can investigate some of the buildings in town that we've recieved reports about possible spiritual infestation."
"Agreed, comeon Winston, let's go find a bite to eat while we let the mad scientists work on their equipment."
"Um, Okay Peter, you guys watch yourselves, something about these woods doesn't seem right."
"Officer Spencer, do you recommend a place to eat?" Peter asked the nervous looking officer.
"Um, Emmy's Diner is quite popular. Just take the cablecar back to the central station. Then take the Midtown bus down Davies street and you can't miss it."
"Thanks Officer, come-on Winston, let's get there before the lunchtime rush." Peter and Winston then dissapeared off towards Raccoon.
"Does he always act like that?" Officer Spencer asked Egon.
"Most of the time."
***
"you know, that's the reason you're always up so late, you drink too much coffee." Peter sat opposite Winston in one of the booths at Emmy's Diner.
"And that's the reason why you have trouble trying to get into your old jumpsuit this morning." Winston pointed towards Venkman's large meal.
"Hey, you can't blame me if I like to sample the local cuisine. Besides it's one of those times when I don't have to compete with Slimer." Peter took a large bite out of his breakfast/lunch.
"Is something wrong Winston, you seemed distracted back in the woods there?" Winston settled down his coffee to get into an explanation.
"It's weird, back there I just got this feeling I was being watched by something..inhuman, that feeling was back at the Police station. Something of pure evil." Peter had stopped as if struck by lightening.
"We deal with inhuman monsters and creatures of pure evil every day, how does this differ?"
"It's something other than ghosts, I've gotten used to ghosts now. But there's something out there in those woods, something lurking in the shadows that I don't want to go anywhere near."
"Don't tell me you're a psychic too, that's all we need with Janine being one."
"Peter I'm serious, there's something evil out there and we've just left Egon, Ray and that cop out there."
"Hmm, what do you suggest we do? Go back?" Neither of them noticed a large crashing sound or the screeching of tyres outside the diner.
"I think that might be a good idea." Just as Peter finished off his meal and paid the bill, their path was blocked by a crowd of people near the front of the diner looking out of the windows.
"What the Hell?" the sound of nervous chatter was met by the crashing of metal and china hitting the floor as people knocked plates and cuttlery over as they got up in a hurry.
"What the Hell is that?!" One customer shouted near the front of the diner. And nothing could have prepared Winston and Peter for what they saw outside.