"Tommy!" Wilbur shouted, alerting the teenager to the ghost charging at him.
"Shit, shit, shit," Tommy yelped as he dove out of the way of the angry spirit, hitting the ground. Wilbur aimed his gun toward the ghost and fired the salt in its direction. There was a loud growl and the spirit disappeared.
"The hell's taking him so long?" Tommy asked as Wilbur helped him up.
"You ever try to dig up a grave on your own?"
"No- but this is Techno we're talking about. He knows what he's doing."
Wilbur chuckled at that statement, adjusted his jacket then looked around. Some furniture was knocked over or merely out of place and books were scattered everywhere. The air had gotten slightly warmer, but it was still colder than they'd like it. Wilbur estimated that they had a couple of minutes before the ghost of Drew reappeared to finish the job. According to Techno the dude had shown up uninvited to a masquerade ball in the late 1800s and had been murdered in the library. The room which the brothers were in at that moment and hoped to exit soon.
Tommy's phone started buzzing in his pocket. He picked up the device and glanced at the slightly cracked screen. The caller read "The Blade" and Tommy immediately picked it up.
"Techno, what up big man?" Tommy asked as he held his phone up to his ear.
"Put him on speaker," Wilbur insisted. Tommy obeyed.
"So- I dug up the grave," Techno's voice explained through the phone.
"And…" Tommy urged.
"It's empty." Tommy and Wilbur exchanged a glance.
"What do you mean empty?"
"No body. Nada. Void of any dead person."
"Damnit," Wilbur muttered.
"Did they ever find the body?" Tommy chimed in.
"I think they just found the head like the papers claimed," Techno answered. "I'll make my way over to help y'all find the body. Until then stay safe. Once the ghost finds out what we're up to he'll likely be mad."
"What about the head?" Wilbur asked.
"They cremated the head. They actually had the most random reason for doing it. It was all the-"
"Alright, love you big bro. Bye!" Tommy rattled off and before Techno could respond he hung up.
"Alright then, let's go find ourselves a dead body," Wilbur declared. The younger boy nodded in agreement as he reloaded the gun with rock salt.
The two made their way through the house talking about random things while Wilbur was occasionally glancing down at the EMF Reader in his hand while Tommy was holding the flashlight. The hallways weren't lit up too well. No lights existed in the house. The only potential sources of light were unlit, dusty lanterns lining the ceiling each with varying amounts of cracks in them. Majestic windows lined the outside wall with frayed curtains, bleached out of their navy blue color over the years. There were holes in the windows letting in the late evening air. Crickets were chirping off in the distance making it seem like all was well with the world. Cobwebs were littered across the ceiling. This place must've been beautiful way back when, but now the building gave off more of an eerie vibe.
The floor creaked under the brothers' footsteps as they made their way through the mansion, hoping to find the ballroom. The duo had concluded that they should start their search there as that was where most of the festivities had commenced the night of the murder. They came to a door and Wilbur readied his gun before nodding to Tommy to open them.
Tommy pushed open the doors, struggling a bit as they were heavy. The kid shone the light into the room and began to walk in. Wilbur followed behind ready to shoot anything that moved.
Tommy's flashlight began to flicker and the door slammed shut behind them.