The Ghost Investigators

-By Mosobot64

Episode 2-Ghostbound, Part 2 of 2

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Nasira's POV

Dib. I heard a cry of pain from him. I head upstairs, and I see him lying against a wall, groaning.

"Nasira..." Dib says to me. He gets up on his feet.

"What happened to you?" I ask him.

"I got thrown back...probably by a poltergiest." Dib says. "An invisible force threw me against that wall." He points towards the wall that he was lying against. "The SoulStone also glowed blue for a moment before it happened, then it glowed red." Dib says. pointing to the clear stone he has on the back of his right hand leather glove.

"It's not glowing now." Nasira says.

"Then the ghost is gone, assuming there is one." Dib says. "But this is all theoretical. We have no idea if that was an actual ghost. For all we know, that could have been you. Not that I blame you." Dib says, looking at me gently. "But we don't know for sure. More importantly, we don't even know that this is the SoulStone, assuming there is one. So for right now, I really can't make any assumptions."

Dib pulls out his EMP reader, and checks it. "The reader says there's nothing. The SoulStone isn't glowing right now either. There's definately not a ghost in this room right now, assuming this house is haunted."

Dib then takes a walk around the room. I stand and watch. I see no stone glowing, and I hear no beeping from Dib's reader.

"Look, Nasira, I'm going to take a rest." Dib says, sitting down. "You know what they say, take your mind of your troubles and the answer may come to you."

I sit beside him. I peer into his eyes. They are brown and very insightful. He looks out straight ahead, focusing on nothing in particular but his own thoughts.

"You contemplate perception, Dib." I tell him. "Why do you so doubt your senses?"

"I really can't be sure. I'm just trying to be true to myself." Dib tells me. "I'm trying to see if I really was right in my boyhood, if there are such things as ghosts and magic. My heart tells me yes...everyone else tells me no."

"That never stopped you before. Why now?" I ask him.

"Because I've been told these things for so long...so consistantly...I'm just not sure anymore." Dib sighs, and bows down his head, letting his larger spike of hair fall down in front of his face.

Absentmindedly, I place my hand atop his, touching his SoulStone.

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Dib's POV

Nasira. She understands me. She asked me why I wasn't sure that I was right about the unusual things, the paranormal things. And when I gave my answer, she didn't bother to ask why.

It's not surprising that she understands who I am actually. She understands everyone else as well. Being a psychic definately has its perks. But I think she likes me more. I see her hand being placed gently on top of mine. I see that she isn't looking at it, or at me. She's trying to be subtle about it. I can't help but blush.

"Dib, why are you blushing?" Nasira asks me. She already knows. She wants me to confess my feelings for her.

"Sorry...I just noticed you had your hand...on top of mine." I blush even more as she looks at me, smiling benevolently.

"You know, Dib, there's no use hiding feelings from me." Nasira says to me quietly. Her clear blue eyes are sparkling. God, she's so beautiful...

"I know, Nasira. I know."

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After a bit of rest and relaxing, Nasira and I walk all over the house. It has been abandoned for years. The house has no furniture, and think cobwebs are in every corner. The bathroom is filthy, and the kitchen not much better. I head outside to the back, and there we see a garden, dead and rotting.

Nasira seems to be sad that all the plants were left to die, but still, we keep on walking in silence. And then I see it.

A tombstone.

I run up to it, and I read it.

Mr. Dunden

Died in his sleep

Wanted to Live Forever

1932-1990

"So, he's dead then." I say. "And he wanted to live forever. He easilly could still be haunting this house because he just isn't willing to accept that it's his time."

"And this house may be abandoned because his familly was too scared of the haunting." Nasira says.

"Probably." Dib says. "But it seems that we're most likely dealing with a genuine spirit, and an angry one too."

"So all we need is some solid evidence on camera." Nasira says.

"Yup. That's pretty much it."

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Midnight. Nasira and Brick are asleep on the floor downstairs. But not me. I can't sleep tonight.

Not when this is the single moment I've been waiting for all my life.

I head upstairs, and I walk inside a room we haven't eplored before. t is the only room with things still in it. There's a bookcase, and a rocking chair, and a shelf lined with dusty, but otherwise well-kept books.

I close the door behind me, and lock it. Then I sit in the corner, and hold my camera up. I put the EMP reader on the floor, waiting.

I wait for long minutes. Then suddenly, my SoulStone glows blue, and changes to red. The rocking chair starts moving, with no one touching it and no draft coming into the room.

"Oh my God." I say, with the camera still playing. "This is frickin' awesome!"

I walk up, excited, and I stop the rocking chair's movement. I then see a book on the table open on its own. I point my camera towards it. "That ghost...reading..." I'm mesmerized by it. But I have to prove that this is paranormal activity. I point my camera toward the only window. The shudders on it are closed. "The window's closed. And noone's here but me. This is genuine, paranormal activity!"

I feel elated. But then the books start crashing down from the bookshelf, again on thier own. I move out the way, quickly darting to the side. "Okay, I think the ghost is pissed off with me being here."

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I walk out of the room, and downstairs. I hear the sound of loud foot steps coming down after me.

"What do you want here, spirit?" I ask, with my camera now turned off.

Windows break on the walls around me. Still, I stand strong. "Hey, sprirt. I'm not leaving. Quit wasting your energy."

A ball from the study flies at me. I catch it, keeping my face as straight as possible. This spirit is angry, angry at us for intruding.

"Why are you angry at us? We didn't disturb your grave. We did nothing that caused you to die."

I hear a wind in the air that sounds like a shrill voice saying "I hAtE tHe WoRlD. i Am NoT dEaD. i WiLl NoT aLlOw It!"

"You must allow it, Mr. Dunden, if you want to rest in peace." I say. "Do not blame us. It is not our fault. Leave this place, Dunden. Leave, and rest in peace."

The wind grows louder, then dies down. The red glow in my stone falters, and then is gone.

"It is over..."

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Next day at school, at lunch again, the kid runs up to me, talking excitedly.
"So, did you do it, Dib?!?" The boy asks. "Did you check out the haunted house?"

"I sure did." I say. "And I know it really is haunted. It's all here on disc." I hand a disc I pulled from my jacket pocket to him. "Knock yourself out."

Satisfied, the kid runs off. I turn to my friends.

"So, Dib, do you now believe in the paranormal?" Nasira asks me.

"Oh, yes, Nasira." I say, smiling. "I proved those people wrong. I have irresistable evidence." I contiune. My heart fills with pride and joy. "And I'll keep investigating the paranormal. I'll open thier eyes to the unknown."

"Man, I can't believe I could've slept through something like that." Brick says. "Are you SURE you're not kidding, Dibby?"

"I'm sure." I say. "And if you need proof, I have another disc."

Nasira leans closer to me, smiling.

"You know Dib, maybe we should do more investigations like this?" She says. "Maybe...as an officail team?"

"Yeah, Nasira. Yeah." I say. "And I have a name in mind if you guys want to hear it...."

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"The Ghost Investigators."

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