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Note: I do NOT own Ghost Hunt (if i did then these cases would be in the manga/anime lol) and this case is dedicated to my Shinigami Buttercup
Chapter 3- Suicide
September Day 2, 11:17 A.M.
"Thank you again for your time," Yasuhara said, escorting the elderly doorman out of Base. The man nodded and was out within seconds. "That's the last of them. What now?"
"Hey, has anyone seen Mai? She disappeared after breakfast," Monk asked, walking into with Ayako and Masako behind him.
"She went to give Naru tea, and that was the last time I saw her," the priestess answered, crossing her arms.
"Well, after that, she gave me a message from Naru. So, I guess I was the last to see her," the college student noted. "If we were on one of those crime scene shows, I'd be the prime suspect."
"Either way, that was almost two hours ago. She's probably in some sort of danger with whatever this spirit is!" Ayako declared, her face sour.
"Way to be optimistic…" Monk commented with a sweat drop.
THUNK!
"I'm pretty sure I can report you to the authorities for abuse," Monk grumbled, rubbing the growing bump on his head.
"It's not abuse if you like it."
"When the hell did I say I liked you bonking me on the head every chance you get!"
"Well, you're always asking for it!"
"No I'm-"
"Anyway!" Yasuhara raised his voice for a moment, ceasing the argument. "Lin, have your Shiki alerted you of any spirit activity?"
The Chinese man shook his head. "I haven't set up my Shiki around the hotel yet, I was unsure if they were needed."
"Fair enough, how about you, Masako? Have you sensed anything?"
The medium held her kimono sleeve to her mouth as she always did. "I sense many spirits, they are all roaming the property, but they are all so frightened. I sense something malicious here as well, but it's trying to hide its presence, I can't read anything from it…"
"That's helpful and not so helpful at the same time," the college student pointed out cheerily. "Naru, any ideas?"
The true black clad boss, who had completely ignored his oblivious partners, at some point had stalked off to the wall of monitors. He clicked and typed away, taking special care to observe each area thoroughly. "Well, looks like she's not near any cameras. What now?" Monk indicated, letting out a breath. "She's always getting into some kind of trouble."
"She can't be in too much trouble, we didn't hear her shrieking," Masako added, a slight haughty tone to her voice.
"Well, we didn't hear her shriek when she was taken captive by a sociopathic teenager and dragged into the woods," Ayako added grimly. "It is quite possible that she was knocked out before she could scream."
"What a perfect way to lighten the mood, Ayako," the college boy remarked with a grin. "And what is our Naru doing?"
"It's the footage from around the last time anyone saw Mai," Naru explained as all eyes went to the monitors.
Their eyes traced Mai's moves from when she left Base after delivering Naru his tea, to speaking to Ryouta, and wandering the halls. She suddenly stopped. Her expression was filled with shock and surprise as she appeared to be speaking with an invisible person. The sleeves of her sweater crumpled slightly at her shoulders, as though someone had grabbed them. She took a step back, her face becoming pale, just as the door to room 534 opened and Mai was dragged in by her leg. The thing anyone saw before the door close was her attempt to scream…
"534!" a few of them exclaimed as they all sprinted out the door.
She was engulfed by the foreboding darkness again, it surrounded her. Was she standing? Floating? Sinking? Falling? She didn't know anymore. She only knew that she felt uneasy. She didn't like this place and Naru was no where to be found. Wasn't he supposed to guide her or something? So much for that idea.
The air around her felt heavy and ominous, it was hard for her to breathe. The visions came again. She could somewhat see them this time. The images wouldn't quite stick with her memory, but she saw one thing.
Blood.
A lot of blood.
Shaking her head, she tried to rid herself of these images. Perhaps try to get a different vision. Something. Anything. Anything to change the gruesome illusions. Her eyes closed as she shook her head harder. When she opened them again she was somewhere else.
It was one of the hotel rooms, that was for sure. She sat in some sort of armchair, by the window. Curious, she stood up to investigate the room. Judging by the moonlight coming from outside it would have to be close to midnight.
There's no way it's that late, right? she thought to herself. She walked over to the dresser, a piece of paper lay on top of it. It's a letter…
She picked it up and read some of it. It's not finished… she noted, looking at the date and nearly jumped. This letter is from seventy years ago!
Footsteps sounded outside the main door. She scurried over to the far corner of the room, praying she wouldn't be noticed.
A man stumbled into the room, obviously drunk, tripping his way over to the dresser. He looked at the letter and crumpled it up, tossing it into the bottom drawer. He took another piece of paper and began writing. His eyes were in a daze as he stood in front of the mirror, completely oblivious to the girl in the corner, as he slit his throat with a knife he pulled out of his pocket.
She stood in shock as the vision morphed into a different time. The same room. The same time of day. Different man walking in. She took mental notes of the events, hoping to find a pattern.
The illusion morphed many times. Each time containing a gruesome death, with various differences. The concept was the same, someone would commit suicide in that room. The deaths varied. Slit throats. Slit writs. Stabs through the chest and abdomen. Hanging. Overdose. One man even swallowed sleeping pills and fell asleep in the bathroom in a tub of water. One thing was the same with each and every casualty. October 2nd.
Somewhere, in every vision, the date October 2nd was evident on either a calendar or a letter or even a watch. With each death, the passing seemed to be in a drunken state, but this last vision, seemed to not follow the pattern.
The man walked into the room on October 2nd one year ago, as stated by the day planner on the nightstand next to where she stood. His eyes were not glazed over. He was not stumbling. He was not drunk. Yet she knew he would die. He had to. It followed the pattern and it was nearing midnight. Yet nothing would happen.
The man's body suddenly stiffened and he struggled in vain attempts to move. She immediately felt a shift in the air, it was colder and heavier, making her heart race. The man's arm was forcefully moved to grab a pen and paper. He swore every word one could think of in that moment as his arm, with a mind of its own began to write.
He attempted to cry out for help, but his screams were swallowed by some unseen force. He began to panic as something invisible opened the top dresser drawer. A Swiss army knife floated up and opened, moving towards the man's throat. His last attempt to scream was in vain as it was silenced by one quick slice.
Chills ran up and down her body as she watched. Something really did drive him to it… she wondered to herself as a sinister laugh filled the air and she found the world around her melting into oblivion. She could feel a single tear fall down her cheek.
September Day 2, 11:28 A.M.
Mai awoke sitting in the same chair she had originally been in during her dream. She quickly surveyed the room. So this is room 534, she wondered silently. Looks just like any other room here…
The carpet was definitely new, there was no way anyone would have been able to get rid of the dark crimson stains in the off-white carpet. Other than that, just simple things in the room had upgraded since the first vision from seventy years before. The sheets. The mattress. The bed frame. Though the dresser remained the same.
Maybe… Mai mentally slapped herself and shook her head at the idiotic idea she had come up with. There's no way that letter would still be here. Surely the police or even just housekeeping would have found it and just tossed it in the trash, right?
Curiosity getting the better of her, she slowly walked to the dresser. It can't hurt to just double check, right?
Time seemed to slow down as she reached for the handle, pulling it open with a slight creek from age. As she expected, it was empty. Then she noticed something…
What's that?
Jammed in the top corner of the drawer. Paper.
No way.
Gingerly, Mai wedged the crumpled up paper out.
It can't be!
As carefully as she could, she opened the paper to reveal writing. It was a letter.
Her heart racing, she looked in the corner to find the date…
It was from seventy years ago.
It was the same letter.
"That's just impossible…" she gasped, her hands shaking slightly. Her head snapped toward the door as she heard shuffling. Bracing herself for possibly anything, she stood back up, ready to run. The doorknob made and attempt to turn.
"Damn! It's locked!" she heard a voice curse.
"Should we tear it down?" another voice asked.
"What choice do we have?" the first voice retorted. Mai heard footsteps retreating and then running full force.
BANG!
"Damn it!" the shout came. Mai could practically see Monk rubbing his shoulder. "Lin! Naru! Give me a hand!"
Just then the door opened. Everyone's eyes turned to the priestess at the doorway.
"You turned the knob the wrong way, you idiot," she said, shaking her head.
"Oh, you're going to call me the idiot? Well you're-"
"Well, I'm just happy to see Mai is okay!" Yasuhara shouted above the argument.
"Mai!" the two exclaimed.
"Hey, guys," she could only say. What else could she say?
"Hey. Hey? Hey!" Ayako exclaimed, rushing toward the girl. "You go missing for over two hours and all you can say is 'Hey?'!"
Mai gave a sheepish smile. "Sorry, I was dragged in here and ended up passing out."
"Mai, what do you have in your hand?" Yasuhara asked as everyone crowded into the room.
She looked down at the letter. "This is-"
"We should get out of this room and discuss this at Base," Naru stated. Maybe it was supposed to be a suggestion? Who knows?
Everyone agreed to finish the conversation at Base. Once Mai finished relaying her dream and explaining how she ended up in that room, Naru studied the letter. "I don't know how that thing survived all these years, but I found it right where the man put it in my dream," she finished, leaning back in to the couch. "I know you're going to say I'm stating the obvious, but whether the Ishikawas know this or not, that suicide they had last year wasn't the only one in this hotel's history, nor do I really think they were suicides. I don't think I even saw half of them in that vision."
"You're right about something," he stated monotonously, not taking his eyes off of the letter. "You're stating the obvious."
Mai's mouth dropped and her eyes widened. "Close your mouth, Mai, you'll attract flies." She obeyed and then proceeded to stick her tongue out. "It is very impolite and immature to stick one's tongue out at another."
She settled for staring daggers at him. "Glaring will also do you no good." Man, did she want to beat the crap out of him.
"Well, things are taking an interesting turn," the college student commented, crossing his arms. "We have a malevolent spirit, who is most likely the cause of numerous suicides, as well as the attack on Ishikawa Akahana and our very own Mai. And I think this thing's only just getting started."
"Whatever this thing is, it's definitely out for blood," the priestess added, crossing her legs. "I'm beginning to think this thing is tapping into your dreams, Mai, trying to scare you."
"Or it's another spirit trapped here that is trying to warn us, you know, like Dai did a couple cases ago," Monk offered.
"Such as that maid Mai said she saw earlier," the medium included, behind her kimono sleeve.
"True, it's also possible that some of these claims are the other spirits trying to warn the Ishikawas, the staff and even the guests," Ayako agreed.
"Other claims? You guys finished the interviews?" Mai piped in.
"Hai." The college student pulled out some of the notes he took. "We have claims of basic little haunting things, you know, such as lamps going out right after the bulb was changed, voices, knocks, the room left a mess a few seconds after a maid cleaned it. Things like that."
"Almost like those residual haunting things that John explained a couple cases ago?"
"Almost," Monk agreed. "Residual hauntings are more like-"
"As John mentioned before, residual hauntings are like a tape player, replaying one thing and one thing only, they are spirits that are trapped and attached to something and have no recollection of dying or that the world around them is changing. Claims such as the lamps turning off, the knocking and even the voices could be residual hauntings as they seem to occur around the same time over and over," Masako explained, turning to the young man in black who sat by the monitors. "Am I right, Naru?"
"You are correct, Hara-san," he responded emotionlessly.
"Meanwhile, we also have claims of being pushed down the stairs, feeling as though they couldn't move or control their body out of nowhere, some claiming to see a maid fitting the description Mai had witnessed, memory loss, and we can't forget Akahana nearly being strangled," Yasuhara continued.
"Most of the ones Yasuhara just mentioned, such as the bodily contact and the room left a mess just after it had been cleaned," Ayako explained, hoping Mai would be able to keep up with the information. "Those are better known as intelligent hauntings, they may or may not know they are deceased, but they do realize that the area around them is changing and can try to communicate with the living. However-"
"The more violent attacks in this case, seem to come from something that is known as a demonic entity," Naru interrupted, setting the letter down. "Some also call them demons, however they are also fallen souls, an example of one of these 'fallen souls' would be Urado, or the demigod we faced. In this case I just think we have a sour soul, similar to the Kimura case."
"You mean Shichiro?" Mai asked.
"Precisely." He stood and walked up to the wall of monitors. After studying them for a moment, his team behind him silent as they were unaware of what to do next, he turned around. "Hara-san, Matsuzaki-san, go through the hotel once again, do not attempt to exorcise anything you find. If you need to protect yourself, do it quickly and leave the area immediately." Naru turned to the rest of his team. "Mai and Yasuhara, I want you to go around and take temperature readings, Monk go with them." Then he looked at Mai directly. "After you're done with that, Mai…"
"Yes?" she pressed, fighting the urge to raise a brow.
"Tea."
"Egotistical, conceited, self-absorbed, narcissistic, idiot scientist…" she grumbled, marching out.
She never witnessed the slight widening of her employer's eyes as she left. Nor did she see her co-assistant's smirk and hear his chuckle.
"Just under fifteen degrees," Mai noted as she wrote down the temperature on the clipboard in her hand. "That's the last of the rooms, I think."
"What about the lobby?" Yasuhara asked raising a brow.
"And the dining hall? And the kitchen?" Monk threw in, making the girl huff.
"I meant the suites, plus I wanted to save the first floor for last seeing as Naru wanted tea and-" She stopped mid-sentence as her stomach grumbled loudly, causing the two young men in front of her to chuckle.
"Our little Mai-chan is hungry, I see," Yasuhara teased, as the girl blushed slightly.
"I haven't eaten anything since breakfast, and even then I didn't eat much," she pouted, glaring at the two.
Monk wrapped an arm around the girl's shoulders and gave her a noogie. "Well, what are we waiting for! Let's get you something to eat, girlie," he laughed as the girl playfully struggled out of his grasp.
"Get off me you dirty old monk!" she teased as they all laughed.
The three of them headed for the kitchen, checking the temperature in the last couple of rooms, while laughing and teasing along the way. Had Naru found them he probably would have scolded their childish behavior, but could he really do that? The topic wandered in Mai's mind as she walked. No way! He couldn't say anything like that if it meant blowing his cover! After all, Yasuhara is supposed to be Shibuya Kazuya! Naru can't say a thing! Mai's inner-self cheered as they reached the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Mai showed the boys where the less busy part was, just as Akahana showed her the day before. Mai' quickly boiled enough water to make four cups of tea and took a bowl of fruit salad that one of the chefs offered to her.
"Damn, Mai, you've been here one day and know too much about this kitchen," Monk teased, drinking his tea while Mai finished her fruit salad.
"Akahana showed me where I could make tea without interrupting the chefs' work, something wrong with that?" she retorted, with a brow raised.
"I don't think there's anything wrong with it, Mai," Yasuhara confirmed, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "After all, it's a good thing! Now, Naru will be able to get his tea faster on this case!"
Mai resisted the urge to smack her friend as she glared and stuck her tongue out at him.
"'It is impolite to stick one's tongue out at another,'" he quoted with the same monotonous expression as the man who he was pretending to be. "'Glaring will also do you no good.'"
"It's scary how well you can imitate him," Mai raised her brow again.
"Why do you think I'm here?" he smiled, and she shook her head.
"Let's just get him his tea," she sighed.
"Aye-aye, Boss!" Yasuhara chimed, earning another glare. "Old habits die hard."
Mai simply shook her head.
It's better than his everlasting love thing… Monk thought to himself, relieved that the subject never came up.
"As I suspected, the temperature in room 534 as well as the rest of the fifth floor, is cooler than the rest of the building, very odd," Naru noted, looking through the scribbles Mai had written. "Hara-san, did you sense anything during your walk through?"
Masako raised up the kimono sleeve as usual. "Only what I told you before, as for the more malicious spirit, it seems it's everywhere and nowhere at once."
"Pardon?" Monk's voice cut, with a raised brow.
"I thought it was strange myself when she told me," Ayako answered, crossing her arms. "What I think she means is that because of the potential power of this spirit and it's willingness to hide, it can spread its energy to various areas. That's all I could think of."
"And that's how it feels," the medium confirmed. "As for room 534, I sense much loneliness coming from that area. It appears to confirm Mai's dream of multiple suicides."
"Now the question is what do we do with them?" Monk concluded with a sigh.
"And why did they commit suicide?" Yasuhara added.
"And who is this malicious spirit?" Ayako chipped in.
"And what do they want with Akahana-san?" Mai included, causing everyone, even Naru and Lin to look at her. "Out of the current claims, the most fatal experience was when Akahana-san was nearly strangled. Obviously this thing is upset with her, but the question is-"
She was cut off by her actual boss. "Why?" he wondered aloud.
Did I figure something out before Naru again? Mai wondered to herself, noticing the change in expression as Naru contemplated this newfound information.
"Mai has a point," Ayako sighed, leaning forward. "And Ryouta is very protective, perhaps they are hiding something."
"What on Earth could they be hiding?" Monk retorted.
"I don't know, maybe something that they aren't trying to hide?"
"You just contradicted yourself!"
Thunk!
"You're crazy!" Monk groaned, rubbing his sore head. "And abusive!"
"You're the one making absurd remarks!"
"What!"
"Enough!" Mai shouted, ceasing the argument.
"Thank you, Mai," Naru said, shocking the entire group. "I believe it is time we take a different approach to this case." He turned to the medium. "Hara-san, on the second floor, which room had fairly harmless intelligent spirits?"
She was shocked at the question. "Room 217, there were younger spirits in there, they weren't very powerful. May I ask why?"
Naru ignored her question and stood, making his way to the monitors. He studied them and quickly scribbled on the same sheet Mai had written the temperature readings. He handed the list to his female assistant. "The room numbers that are circled are where cameras need to have their tapes changed, the rooms that are underlined need to have the battery changed. Take Monk and Yasuhara with you."
Mai gave him a quizzical look, that he ignored. The boy turned to the medium and priestess in the room. "You two will stay here in Base, while Lin and I set things up. At five o'clock everyone will meet in room 217, whether the cameras have had their batteries or tapes changed or not."
The boy and his tall assistant left the room together, leaving a stunned team behind them. "Since when does he want us to watch Base?" Ayako blurted, pouting.
"I have no clue, he normally wants me to do it…" Mai mused aloud, as Yasuhara imitated Naru's thinking pose.
"That's true, perhaps he got sick of you always falling asleep…" the college boy concluded, earning a glare from the brunette and several laughs from the others.
"So what do you think Naru's got planned?" our favorite brunette asked her friends as they were finishing fixing the cameras.
"I have no idea," Monk replied, prying the battery off of the last camera. "But after this one we should probably head toward 217, it's almost five."
"Yeah," their misleading 'boss' agreed, handing Monk the a new battery. "Although, he can't get too angry if we're late, after all I'm the boss!"
Mai sweat dropped. "You're letting this go to your head, aren't you?"
"Of course I'm not, Mai!" he sounded sincerely shocked. "How can you ask such a thing!"
She shook her head. "Yup. Just I thought…" she mumbled to herself.
"Come again?"
"Nothing."
Monk just laughed. "That wasn't nothing," he teased, as she glared daggers at him.
"Monk! You fear that I am neglecting you!" Yasuhara exclaimed, leaping toward his "lover."
"You need to stop that! It creeps me out!" Monk shouted back, dodging the glomping.
Mai, who had been smart, had gathered up the leftover equipment and was waiting in the doorway. "You guys coming? Otherwise Naru will have a cow if he finds out you let me go out on my own," she teased with a roll of her eyes.
She began to walk out just as the two realized their predicament.
If Mai went out on her own, Naru would be angry with her.
However, he would be ten times as pissed with the two of them for letting her go out on her own.
They raced after her.
"I see everyone made it on time," Naru declared, making a point to look straight at his shorter assistant, who glared at him. He suppressed his smirk. "I would like to conduct a new form of investigation, we have tried things similar in the past however, nothing this simple. Nor anything so nonviolent." Another look toward his assistant. Another smirk suppressed.
He motioned everyone to gather around the bed in the middle of the small room. He placed a tape recorder down on the comforter. "We shall conduct an E.V.P. session," he finished.
"Ii, Bi, Pi?" Mai attempted to pronounce in confusion.
"E.V.P stands for Electronic Voice Phenomenon in English," Naru explained, picking the recorder up and proceeded to turn it on. "They are sounds and noises that we cannot hear, but tape recorders can pick up."
"Some spirits are unable to speak loud enough for us to hear them so we can ask questions and review the tape later in order to see if there was any response," Masako explained further.
"Isn't that why we have a medium like you, Masako?" Mai bit her lip at the last moment realizing how that must have sounded, but the medium just looked somewhat saddened.
"Sometimes it is hard for even me to hear them…" she answered.
"Let's begin," Naru interrupted and pressed the record button. "Is there anyone in this room with us?" he asked, the room was silent for a moment, but before the boy could ask another question…
"AKAHANA-SAN!" several screams filled the air, causing the group to abandon their investigation and rush to the source of the cry.
Cries and pleas and grunts of struggle could be heard. Along with a few curses that Monk added under his breath as everyone raced to the dining hall. "Akahana-san!" Mai exclaimed, seeing the woman wrapped in her husband's arms while two male chefs attempted to keep a struggling female chef at bay. She's the one from earlier, Mai thought, recognizing the woman. Back when I went to get Naru his tea.
"Lin!" Naru commanded, holding an arm out to make sure Mai and the others stayed behind him.
Following orders, Lin quickly raced up to the thrashing woman and jabbed a finger into a presser point on the back of her neck. Knocking her out and the knife falling out of her hands.
"Ishikawa-sama! Daijobu?" several of the maids and members of the SPR team pestered the woman.
"Hai, I'm fine. Just a little shaken up," she insisted with a sigh.
"Should I bind her? As a precaution, Shibuya-san?" Lin asked.
After a quick second Yasuhara turned around. "Hai. Yes. Just to be safe."
"Naru, the knife!" Mai managed to squeak as they both knelt down by the weapon.
The priestess also noticed the crimson liquid on the blade. She immediately began fussing. "Akahana-san, did you get cut?"
"I-I don't know…" she answered her head shaking.
Yasuhara turned to Monk beside him and they each shared a look as they heard the mumbling of their audience. Monk clapped his hands loudly. "Attention everyone!" Monk shouted quieting everyone.
"Staff and guests please return to your business and rooms, if you have any significant information as to this incident, please report it to Ishikawa Ryouta-san at a later time. Thank you, and we apologize for any inconvenience," Yasuhara announced to the waiting crowd.
Slowly the workers and the few remaining guests left to their business and the only ones left were SPR, the Ishikawas, and the three chefs. "Akahana-san, can you tell me what happened?" Yasuhara asked the woman after they had given her a chair.
She nodded, slightly shaken. "I was crossing the dining hall to get to my office, when I heard Yoshiko scream at me. She ran toward me with that knife. Then Susumu and Taiki came in and held her down," she explained, Ayako examining her arms.
"Do you have a First-Aid Kit, that I may use?" she asked Ryouta, who nodded and looked to the chefs.
"I'll get that right away, sir," one chef bowed and ran to the kitchen.
"Taiki, is there anything you would like to add to the incident?" Ryouta asked the other chef whom had remained.
"I heard Yoshiko-san scream and ran instantly, I found her trying to cut apart Ishikawa-sama," he replied. "She was insane, began speaking some language foreign to me, it took both Susumu and myself to restrain her."
"Akahana-san, did you notice any similarities to this attack and the attack before?" Yasuhara asked, as Susumu came in with the medical kit.
She nodded. "The eyes…" she breathed out, looking back up at him. "Her eyes were bright red as she attacked me."
"I see," the college boy sighed, looking at Naru, Monk, and Lin, everyone sharing a nod of understanding.
"Shibuya-san, she's waking up," Mai revealed, tapping Yasuhara on the shoulder.
She groaned as she tried to sit up. "W-what happened? Why am I tied up?"
"Yoshiko?" Monk asked her, she nodded at the sound of her name. "Do you remember anything that happened before you passed out?"
She shook her head. "Uh-uh, please, will you tell me why I'm tied up? The last thing I remember, I was in the kitchen cutting vegetables for dinner," she pleaded. One look into her golden brown eyes and you knew she was terrified. She was telling the truth.
"Sir, would you like me to call Father Brown?" Naru asked.
"Hai, ask him to research the property," Yasuhara replied.
"Hai." Naru bowed and walked out quickly.
John…Mai couldn't help but think. Only one image came to her mind and she heard that sinister voice once again.
Do you believe in God?
This is what you're 'God' will do to you!
She could see that vision's face. Bloody, the skull caving in, the blood red eyes staring at her. She couldn't shake the image out. And one thing was certain in her mind as she raced after her real boss.
If John comes, he will be in grave danger!
happy December!
i really am sorry for the delay and i really hope this super long chapter makes up for it at least a little :)
the last chap received 13 reviews! almost twice the amount that the chapter before received! i must say thank you so much for your support and feedback thank yous to: Musical Teardrops, NoCoolNameHere, Damaged Forest Spirit, Rhiannonlee93, PhoenixNimbus.292, ChibiReaper14, RaixBishop , HellButterflyGirl, melodyann75, Jade Starlight, XxHate's-A-Strong-WordxX, CronaxMakaFTW, and Dreams That Never Came True
thank you so much for your feedback it makes me feel all warm inside XD
anyway as for why i have been so delayed in this is the fact that my research project still has one last piece to it and its my least favorite thing ever...i have to make a 10 minute long presentation and it's 20% of my semester grade :( this should be fun...not
anyway the presentation will be done and over-with beforewinter break (thank God!) and i should be updating more frequently :)
the last thing i would like to ask of you (if you're still reading that is lol) i'm trying to figure out some things for the next case, not that this one will be ending anytime soon, no this case will be pretty long. What i need to know is where should the location be?
SPR has so far investigated High Schools, private homes, a mansion, a church, a park, a camp and now a hotel your job is to give me ideas on where the next case should be
keep in mind that it will take place around the end of October and possibly have a bit of a Halloween theme (yeah i know its late but that's where we are in the story lol) so keep in mind it's going to be a bit chilly so anywhere that would require a lot of investigating outside may not work as well
good luck and please help me out a little bit here, arigato!
Jaa Nee! :D