Dennis walked cautiously forward. The old floorboards creaking lightly.
He looked around and could see various flashes of what happened. Just
being in here was enough. There was almost too much spiritual energy in
this building. He shook his head. The thought of leaving was gone now.
In truth. He wanted to help Samuel. True that he felt it stupid for
Samuel wanting to save a woman that he never knew. Still the man seemed to
have a good heart. And in this line of business that is fairly uncommon.
He looked ahead and saw the Nun. Her dress still caked with blood and the
crucifix still there. She turned toward them.
She looked at Dennis with a sad expression. Then she spoke in a hushed whisper. "Why? Why do you come here? This place holds so many sins."
Dennis nearly decided that she was right and they should get the hell out of dodge. But Samuel wasn't going to back down even at this. He had seen men on missions before. Even goodhearted ones and they never ever allowed anything to stop them not even when it would cost them everything.
"Dennis What do you see?" Samuel asked.
"The Nun" Dennis answered simply.
Samuel looked around. He couldn't really see anymore ghosts. He thought then that maybe he was just overloaded or something. Not that it mattered. Looking over at Dennis he walked forward and felt this cold chill in the air. The air was completely still and nothing in it was moving at all.
"She's right here?" Samuel asked.
Dennis nodded. He was unsure of how Samuel knew. Then he remembered the temp test. Finding a spot that was colder and completely still compared to the rest of the space. He had seen people do it but was never sure that it actually worked. Now however he was a believer. Seeing was the proof that he needed.
"Samuel ask her. Maybe she knows." Dennis suggested.
Samuel shook his head. He looked at Dennis for a second.
"Dennis, I don't think that she knows." Samuel said.
The nun looked at them. She walked closer.
"Know what?" she asked in a whispering voice.
"My friend is looking for someone. A girl that was killed here." Dennis answered. Realizing now that he was communicating with the dead.
"Who was she?" The nun asked again in the whisper.
"Her name was Rachel. Bartlet killed her somewhere around here." Dennis said. He was trying to keep from looking at the nun in a strange way, but it was hard not to. After all she had a crucifix rammed through her not to mention that she wasn't violent. Almost every one that died a horrible violent death where condemned to be violent and angry their anguish never ending. They would lash out in fury at anyone that tried to contact them. He thought of the time that an old man wanted to contact an army friend of his. Paying Dennis' way they traveled to Europe. The man was a WWII vet and his friend had died in Paris. Not in battle but actually in a bar fight. So Dennis went with him. He could sense several spirits, but finally he found the right one. The man was a young private that was still in the bar where he died. However he was violent. The moment they walked in the spirit got angry. The old man tried to talk to him but the private wasn't having any of it. He tossed whiskey bottles at them. Then he swung and hit the old man with a chair breaking it across his face. Dennis had to do everything that he could to get the old man out of there. His friend had been angry when he died and was still angry in death.
"I know her." She said sadly.
The answer had brought Dennis back to reality. He looked at the nun. A soft smile appeared on his face.
"Where is she?" He asked.
"Last that I saw her was in the room at the end of the hall. But the door has been locked from the inside. Not that it stops us, but it detains mortal intruders." She answered.
Dennis looked down the hall. The girl must still be frightened of Bartlet. Thinking that a locked door would stop him from getting inside.
"Be careful when you approach her." The nun said before she disappeared.
She looked at Dennis with a sad expression. Then she spoke in a hushed whisper. "Why? Why do you come here? This place holds so many sins."
Dennis nearly decided that she was right and they should get the hell out of dodge. But Samuel wasn't going to back down even at this. He had seen men on missions before. Even goodhearted ones and they never ever allowed anything to stop them not even when it would cost them everything.
"Dennis What do you see?" Samuel asked.
"The Nun" Dennis answered simply.
Samuel looked around. He couldn't really see anymore ghosts. He thought then that maybe he was just overloaded or something. Not that it mattered. Looking over at Dennis he walked forward and felt this cold chill in the air. The air was completely still and nothing in it was moving at all.
"She's right here?" Samuel asked.
Dennis nodded. He was unsure of how Samuel knew. Then he remembered the temp test. Finding a spot that was colder and completely still compared to the rest of the space. He had seen people do it but was never sure that it actually worked. Now however he was a believer. Seeing was the proof that he needed.
"Samuel ask her. Maybe she knows." Dennis suggested.
Samuel shook his head. He looked at Dennis for a second.
"Dennis, I don't think that she knows." Samuel said.
The nun looked at them. She walked closer.
"Know what?" she asked in a whispering voice.
"My friend is looking for someone. A girl that was killed here." Dennis answered. Realizing now that he was communicating with the dead.
"Who was she?" The nun asked again in the whisper.
"Her name was Rachel. Bartlet killed her somewhere around here." Dennis said. He was trying to keep from looking at the nun in a strange way, but it was hard not to. After all she had a crucifix rammed through her not to mention that she wasn't violent. Almost every one that died a horrible violent death where condemned to be violent and angry their anguish never ending. They would lash out in fury at anyone that tried to contact them. He thought of the time that an old man wanted to contact an army friend of his. Paying Dennis' way they traveled to Europe. The man was a WWII vet and his friend had died in Paris. Not in battle but actually in a bar fight. So Dennis went with him. He could sense several spirits, but finally he found the right one. The man was a young private that was still in the bar where he died. However he was violent. The moment they walked in the spirit got angry. The old man tried to talk to him but the private wasn't having any of it. He tossed whiskey bottles at them. Then he swung and hit the old man with a chair breaking it across his face. Dennis had to do everything that he could to get the old man out of there. His friend had been angry when he died and was still angry in death.
"I know her." She said sadly.
The answer had brought Dennis back to reality. He looked at the nun. A soft smile appeared on his face.
"Where is she?" He asked.
"Last that I saw her was in the room at the end of the hall. But the door has been locked from the inside. Not that it stops us, but it detains mortal intruders." She answered.
Dennis looked down the hall. The girl must still be frightened of Bartlet. Thinking that a locked door would stop him from getting inside.
"Be careful when you approach her." The nun said before she disappeared.