SpartanAmethyst ☆ Asimaya "Maya" Lexi Scott ☆ Cis female ☆ connections
This was it, this was our big break. Finally after years of being "Youtube Ghost Hunters" and begging for locations to investigate, we finally got contact from a fan in a village called Pluckley. If you don't know where that is, neither did we; turns out, it's in the United Kingdom, of all places! I'd always wanted to travel, and for our first request to already be international?? Killian rarely shows emotion, but even he was beaming when we got the call!
While the village had been investigated many times before us, and was well-known (at least, well-claimed) to be haunted by multiple spirits, that's not what caught Killian's attention. We were called to investigate the surrounding forest, not Pluckley Village: the Dering Woods. Locally and among other ghost hunters it was known as "The Screaming Woods", and for good reason; in the dead of night, horrible screams would emanate from the forest with no discernable source. It's a haunting, terrifying sound, especially considering what it might actually be.
Our crew of three jumped on the first available flight and met with our contact there, a man by the name of Edwhen. He'd been hiking through one of the trails, in the middle of the, day when something had screamed right in his ear. Edwhen shakily said that it had been only about 6 feet behind him, and he knew without a doubt that no one else was in his immediate area. He told us the story, and even marked the exact location on our map, but he absolutely refused to step foot inside the woods. I could see Andes shiver slightly, the male bobcat glancing at Killian anxiously. The gothic Kalon? His eyes had focused forward into that predator stare; he was ready to investigate. That night, we geared up and prepared our "attack plan", as Killian liked to call it; the forest was large and dark, so we quickly agreed to stick together at all times. There would be no solo investigations on this one. From the very moment we entered that forest, the feeling of being watched was almost unbearable. I couldn't make a move without feeling like someone was hovering over me, watching my every move. Normally I'm not one to be easily scared, but even this kind of oppressive darkness had me uneasy.
The first part of the investigation went pretty smoothly; a word on the OVILUS here, an unexplained light anomaly a few moments later, some rustling in the bushes caused by who-knows-what. It was far less active than we'd been expecting, so we carefully made our way back to where Edwhen had a spirit scream at him. The paths were confusing and not well-marked, so finding the correct trail entrance took some time. Luckily their expert navigator was on hand; Andes adjusted his glasses and worked his magic; soon enough, they were hitting landmark after landmark, bee-lining for the faded red circle on the paper map. We were on a roll until a sudden orb flashed across the trail in front of us, making us all freeze in our tracks. We were almost there...
Suddenly Killian reached into my messenger bag, pulling one of the devices out from its padded pocket. With practiced precision he flicked a switch and baselined the device, filling the eerily silent forest with static white noise. His voice on top of the sound made the whole situation feel like something out of a horror movie. "If there are any spirits in the area, this is a device called the Spirit Box. If you come up and talk into it, we will be able to hear you. Many have felt you, some have heard your screams. Why are you still here?" I swear I could hear my own heart beating in my ears, just loud enough to compete with the Spirit Box. There was a long pause as we continued closer to the crossroads. Suddenly my eyes saw the slightest flicker of a lantern, and I regarded the abandoned object with a strange sense of pity and protectiveness. It was thrown on the ground haphazardly, not even attached to the nearby post like it should have been. I went to move towards it, but Killian's voice broke me out of my fascinations. "Is someone here?"
"I'm here."
Suddenly the energy of the woods hit us all like a freight train, and we stared at the Spirit Box incredulously. The female voice that came through sounded so sad and desperate that we recoiled. "What is your name, spirit?"
"Aiy... ana..."
"Sounded like she said Aiyana," I murmured, and both Killian and Andes nodded. We continued to ask questions for the next hour, trying to find out who - or what - the spirit was. Slowly the responses began to taper off, and I found myself growing worried. Even with the EM Pump running on full charge, a device created to provide energy for spirits to allow them to communicate (at least in theory), we could still detect her voice getting weaker. "She must be getting tired," I murmured sadly, though I wasn't completely sure why I was feeling as such. Maybe she was channeling through me? Andes was the sensitive one, but...
Suddenly the OVILUS' electronic voice broke the resulting silence, and gave us one last message over two words: LANTERN, then TRAPPED. We all stared at the lantern incredulously, and in that split second I made my choice. Picking up the slightly rusted lantern, I vowed that I would clean it up, and we'd find a way to help her move on. I turned to see both Killian and Andes looking at me with total shock, but my resolve did not waiver one bit. "I'm taking her with us," I said matter-of-factly. "It's the least we can do."
This was it, this was our big break. Finally after years of being "Youtube Ghost Hunters" and begging for locations to investigate, we finally got contact from a fan in a village called Pluckley. If you don't know where that is, neither did we; turns out, it's in the United Kingdom, of all places! I'd always wanted to travel, and for our first request to already be international?? Killian rarely shows emotion, but even he was beaming when we got the call!
While the village had been investigated many times before us, and was well-known (at least, well-claimed) to be haunted by multiple spirits, that's not what caught Killian's attention. We were called to investigate the surrounding forest, not Pluckley Village: the Dering Woods. Locally and among other ghost hunters it was known as "The Screaming Woods", and for good reason; in the dead of night, horrible screams would emanate from the forest with no discernable source. It's a haunting, terrifying sound, especially considering what it might actually be.
Our crew of three jumped on the first available flight and met with our contact there, a man by the name of Edwhen. He'd been hiking through one of the trails, in the middle of the, day when something had screamed right in his ear. Edwhen shakily said that it had been only about 6 feet behind him, and he knew without a doubt that no one else was in his immediate area. He told us the story, and even marked the exact location on our map, but he absolutely refused to step foot inside the woods. I could see Andes shiver slightly, the male bobcat glancing at Killian anxiously. The gothic Kalon? His eyes had focused forward into that predator stare; he was ready to investigate. That night, we geared up and prepared our "attack plan", as Killian liked to call it; the forest was large and dark, so we quickly agreed to stick together at all times. There would be no solo investigations on this one. From the very moment we entered that forest, the feeling of being watched was almost unbearable. I couldn't make a move without feeling like someone was hovering over me, watching my every move. Normally I'm not one to be easily scared, but even this kind of oppressive darkness had me uneasy.
The first part of the investigation went pretty smoothly; a word on the OVILUS here, an unexplained light anomaly a few moments later, some rustling in the bushes caused by who-knows-what. It was far less active than we'd been expecting, so we carefully made our way back to where Edwhen had a spirit scream at him. The paths were confusing and not well-marked, so finding the correct trail entrance took some time. Luckily their expert navigator was on hand; Andes adjusted his glasses and worked his magic; soon enough, they were hitting landmark after landmark, bee-lining for the faded red circle on the paper map. We were on a roll until a sudden orb flashed across the trail in front of us, making us all freeze in our tracks. We were almost there...
Suddenly Killian reached into my messenger bag, pulling one of the devices out from its padded pocket. With practiced precision he flicked a switch and baselined the device, filling the eerily silent forest with static white noise. His voice on top of the sound made the whole situation feel like something out of a horror movie. "If there are any spirits in the area, this is a device called the Spirit Box. If you come up and talk into it, we will be able to hear you. Many have felt you, some have heard your screams. Why are you still here?" I swear I could hear my own heart beating in my ears, just loud enough to compete with the Spirit Box. There was a long pause as we continued closer to the crossroads. Suddenly my eyes saw the slightest flicker of a lantern, and I regarded the abandoned object with a strange sense of pity and protectiveness. It was thrown on the ground haphazardly, not even attached to the nearby post like it should have been. I went to move towards it, but Killian's voice broke me out of my fascinations. "Is someone here?"
"I'm here."
Suddenly the energy of the woods hit us all like a freight train, and we stared at the Spirit Box incredulously. The female voice that came through sounded so sad and desperate that we recoiled. "What is your name, spirit?"
"Aiy... ana..."
"Sounded like she said Aiyana," I murmured, and both Killian and Andes nodded. We continued to ask questions for the next hour, trying to find out who - or what - the spirit was. Slowly the responses began to taper off, and I found myself growing worried. Even with the EM Pump running on full charge, a device created to provide energy for spirits to allow them to communicate (at least in theory), we could still detect her voice getting weaker. "She must be getting tired," I murmured sadly, though I wasn't completely sure why I was feeling as such. Maybe she was channeling through me? Andes was the sensitive one, but...
Suddenly the OVILUS' electronic voice broke the resulting silence, and gave us one last message over two words: LANTERN, then TRAPPED. We all stared at the lantern incredulously, and in that split second I made my choice. Picking up the slightly rusted lantern, I vowed that I would clean it up, and we'd find a way to help her move on. I turned to see both Killian and Andes looking at me with total shock, but my resolve did not waiver one bit. "I'm taking her with us," I said matter-of-factly. "It's the least we can do."
