IT WAS A NIGHT LIKE NO OTHER, or at least for Celia Finch it was. The agency had landed them another ghost hunting job, or at least a ghost that needed to be captured. From the information they had received it showed that they were dealing with a type one ghost, it had no motive just a source.

That's what their supervisor had told them, Celia Finch had passed her fourth year. She had luckily passed it a week beforehand, she was happy she had passed it as she had been working on it for a while.

Next to her in the car sat Xander Hawkins, a seeër. He was a little older than her, about 3 years which isn't a lot but it is still something. He joined Finchlock & co when they found in a haunted house, he was the one fighting off the ghost instead of the hunters.

On the other side of Celia sat Natalie Hawthorne, a girl who didn't really possess anything but she was born on the witch side. Her mother convinced herself that she was a witch and had passed it down to her daughter, so in some way Natalie was a witch. She could see the ghost, so that's why she was there.

In front of Celia sat her older sister Constantine, a seeër as well. This mission was Constantine's last one, maybe not forever but definitely for a while. She was heading to Europe to explore the city, and maybe even the agency's.

She wanted to head out of England and explore. Explore beyond the ground of her father's agency.

Celia had to admit that she was just a little jealous of it, a little annoyed that her older sister wasn't taking her with her. But she couldn't be mad, Constantine had dreamed about traveling. And now, father had actually allowed it to her.

So Celia was happy that her sister was growing up, growing out of that safe net that their father held over them. Or only held over Constantine, he never really held it over Celia. And if he did, she wouldn't have noticed it.

Every time something bad happens, her father always asks if Constantine is okay, not Celia. Over the years it began to spread, grow. Celia grew a grudge against her father, not one that she could act on but she hated everything he stood for.

If Constantine had asked her to join her on her Europe trip, she would've done it in a heartbeat. She wanted to do anything just to get away from her father, and the agency.

It wasn't that she didn't like ghost hunting, she actually loved it. She loved getting information and helping the ghost if needed, even if that was against her father's permission. It had been many times that a ghost had been discovered in their home, and it was all thanks to Celia.

But she couldn't help herself, not helping the ghost made her feel queasy. It was hard to explain, but she wanted to help. She knew she could.

The sound of tree branches hitting the window made Celia jump back a little, looking out the window as she catched a view of the haunted place her father had been telling her about. The Hallowmoor Asylum.

The asylum was known for its special guest, it was believed that the people trapped there inside were crazy enough to be making manifestations. people who were in there were once in a cult, which was more like a sacrificing group.

But a sudden death made the asylum lock down forever, most people there were moved to different asylum's. The asylum looked glum, like it had been standing for decades.

The car stopped in front of it, and as the group exited the car their eyes lit up. Celia inspected the house with her eyes, taking in every detail that she could. broken windows, overgrown leaves creeping on the walls, graffiti of some random looking guy was painted on the wall and a broken wheelchair.

Celia felt her skin get cold, maybe it was the breeze or the fact that she really had a bad feeling about it was something she couldn't guess. She had doubts about the mission, something was wrong.

"Are you ready?" Xander asked as he stood next to her, Celia looked at him while he looked at the asylum. His curls were messy, his lips were dry and his cheeks were red.

Celia bit her lip as her eyes moved back to the asylum, taking in all the details she had already seen. She wasn't sure if she was ready for this mission, to head inside and find the ghost.

She realised that the question to her sounded meaningless. No matter what her answer was, she was still going to have to head inside and find the ghost. Whether she was ready for it or not, it was expected from her.

Celia shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know, I just want this to be over." She spoke, giving him a simple answer.

Her and Xander were friends, although not as close as him and Natalie. Xander and Natalie basically grew up together, being one of the first investigators in the agency working for the both of them.

Him and Natalie were like a brother and sister, they acted like brother and sister which made everyone believe they were.

Xander looked at Celia, his eyes analyzing her movement and body language. "It'll be over in a second." Xander comforted the girl, assuring her that it wouldn't take long for them to find the ghost.

A type one isn't hard to find, isn't hard to capture and really isn't much work. But this time it even felt different, this time something was in the air warning her that something was wrong.

"Reginald said it would estimate in around an hour, that's your time limit." Gerald, their supervisor, spoke. There really only was a supervisor because Natalie hadn't passed her fourth grade.

The group of five nodded their heads, agreeing that it was a good time limit to find a type one. "What if we're still inside after the time limit?" Celia asked, and the moment she asked the question was like someone had turned off the lights.

It grew colder, not because of the ghost but because of the possibility that they could not make out on time.

Gerald shook his head. The possibility wasn't even mentioned in the meeting they had beforehand. "You'll make it out on time, we're sure of it." Gerald said, his voice was stern like he wanted to make the teenagers confident.

He wanted to show them that he had faith in them, that he trusted them enough. "It won't happen, we'll be out of there in no time." Xander reassured, his strong nod showed confidence in his words.

Celia looked over at Natalie, who had a smirk on her face while also nodding her head. The two walked hand-in-hand almost. If Xander felt a type of way about something, Natalie felt the exact same way.

"You don't have to worry, it'll be okay." Constantine stepped forward, looking at her sister in a sort of way that showed she cared.

Celia pulled out a weak smile, being quiet for the rest of debrief. She just couldn't shake off the feeling that something was seriously wrong, something was brewing inside- waiting for them.

But she knew that if no one believed her, it wouldn't help.

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      WHEN CELIA STEPPED INSIDE THE ASYLUM, she knew something was wrong. Something was off, she could feel it in her bones. When a feeling that arises, you need to call out your concerns. But Celia had done that already, and no one had believed her.

She already felt it everywhere, the pain of all the people who were there. They were almost screaming at her to get out, to make a run for it. She was hesitant to touch anything, she was afraid. Afraid that she'd feel something more than what lies beneath it.

The emotions were heavy. it shocked her to see that xander and constantine weren't feeling it too. It shocked her that they couldn't feel the pain they were in, the anger they held inside their lucid bodies.

It didn't make sense, a type one shouldn't be able to make her feel like that. It shouldn't be able to make her feel like her body was giving out, like it was draining her energy to grow stronger.

Natalie was the first to speak up. "It's dusty." She spoke, commenting on the amount of dust that was all over the place. It took Celia everything in her body to not comment back, that it was normal as no one had entered the asylum in years.

But she bit her lip, refraining from the comment she was going to send Natalie's way. "How's the temperature looking?" Constantine asked xander, he was the holding the thermostat so that's how they knew.

Celia was happy that Constantine had asked it, it felt weirdly cold for a type one. A type one didn't need too much coldness to survive, to show itself. A type one didn't have enough power to cool down the room in seconds, a type two can. And a type three was something they didn't have to think about.

Xander looked down. "4 celsius." He spoke, it was cold. Cold enough for it almost to be a freezing temperature.

Constantine looked over at Celia, who had the exact same facial expression on her face. There was an understanding that they both knew something was wrong, like something had been miscalculated.

like something- "Actually it's dropping fast." Xander spoke cutting of Celia's thought. Celia could feel the temperature dropping, she could feel it drop to an unusual temperature. The ghost was close and she could feel it.

Her fingers grabbed over her sword, making sure it was in reach if the ghost decided to show itself. "Celia, can you try and locate the source?" Natalie asked, her tone was weird like she also knew something was off.

Celia nodded her head, grabbing onto an empty chair that was placed there. She took a deep breath before closing her eyes, she was preparing herself for the things she was going to see.

Finding the source by touch was always something that scared her. Nothing was going to prepare her for the things she was going to see. It also never got easier, seeing those things. Seeing those people suffer to find the source, it was something that frightened her.

She closed her eyes before opening it again, her giving a white glow to it. For outsiders it might look like she was ghost locked, but she wasn't. Her touch would always work best with sight.

She stepped forward, her eyes showing the asylum before it was abandoned. People there were playing games, but it was weird there was this sudden warmth that surrounded them. But they paid no attention, it was like they were ignoring the fire. their faces started to melt off but they didn't react.

Celia focused on the intercom, it was playing loud music before but now it was playing something else. A person was saying something inaudible, something that celia couldn't make out. "It's warm, I think here's the source." Celia spoke, referring that the room they were in must have the source somewhere.

Celia stepped forward again, stepping closer to a table where people were playing a game. She ignored the fact that they were burning, that they were melting as she picked up a card. Her eyes squinted as she tried to read the words.

'ALL HAIL MORTIMUS.' was written on it in red, not the type of red you could get from a red pen. But the type of red you can get from blood.

It was neatly written, Celia let out a gasp. The intercom was now much clearer, they were chanting the words. Like the person on the intercom was trying to convince the people that whatever they were doing was okay.

As their bodies collapsed, so did the vision. It ended with a box showing.

Celia gasped, her eyes fluttering open as she looked around. "It's in here somewhere, keep searching!" Natalie shouted. Xander rushed towards the bookshelves, trying to find something.

"What did you see?" Xander shouted at Celia, who was standing frozen almost. They didn't die in an accident, there wasn't a fire caused by a lamp. It was different. "It was a sacrifice!" Celia almost shouted, in her head the chanting was still echoing.

It didn't make sense why it was then framed as an accident, when it clearly wasn't that. Those people were brainwashed into letting their life go. Celia understood the anger now, they were cheated out of their lives.

They were promised to get treated in this asylum, they were promised that they would get better. But instead they were killed, sacrificed. "What?" Natalie asked, banging open some cabinets as she finally found the box.

That's where the source was.

Celia ran towards her, xander soon followed. Only one person didn't, and that was Constantine. But Celia hadn't noticed it, she was too invested into finding this source and being done with it that she hadn't noticed it.

But how could she, Constantine had been so quiet that it didn't make sense. "This is it." Celia spoke while nodding. Natalie opened the box, revealing a skull. The skull was all sorts of colors of gray, there wasn't a solid color.

It was different, it was why it made Celia frown. "It's the skull of someone." Natalie spoke, her voice was now full of fear. They had never found a skull before, or at least they had never found a skull in a box with a tube of blood next to it.

This was the artifact of the sacrifice, they were going to use it. "It's not just a skull," Celia spoke, realising what all the different colors meant. "It's a skull full of different people's ashes." Celia spoke.

It was then the door slammed open, it made the three look. Constantine was close by, which made Celia frown. "Connie? What are you doing?" Celia asked, her eyes watching her sister closely.

Celia went towards her sister slowly, Xander and Natalie stood close by to see what was happening. As Celia turned Constantine's side she saw what had happened, eyes white as it stared in the abliss. "Constantine!" She yelled, crying as her sister fell down to the ground.

Xander turn to look at her, and when he realised what had happened, he gasped.

"She's ghost locked!" Xander yelled, just then all hell broke loose. Lights started to flicker, chairs started to move and the wind started to pick up.

"Is she?" A voice spoke, it made Celia look around but no one else did. Like she had been imaging the voice after all. Celia held onto Constantine, who laid there, without any motion to it.

Grey smoke illuminated in red was creeping up on them, Natalie was the first one to notice it.

"We have to leave!" Natalie shouted, covering the source but to no avail. The wind picked up harder, the breeze was moving Celia's hair all over the palace. "What's happening?!" Celia asked, she would know what was happening if she closed and listened.

The voice in her head was telling her too, but she was afraid.

"We have to go, now!" Xander spoke, determination was all painted over his voice. Xander started heading for the door, Natalie too but then she noticed how Celia stayed crying by her sister.

Natalie grabbed her hand, snapping her back from the horror she was seeing from her sister.

"We have to go." Natalie spoke, but Celia wouldn't listen. She shook her head, not wanting to leave her sister alone. "My sister is here, I can't leave her!" Celia spoke, breaking her hand loose of Natalie's grip.

But Xander stepped forward. "You two go outside, I'll try to get Constantine out of it!" Xander spoke, nodding his head as his voice showed that he was sure. Celia bit her lip, unsure of it but she did as she was told.

Natalie dragged her outside as the two girls ran toward gerald. "It's not a type one!" Natalie yelled at him, a tear had left her face. Gerald stood up from the place he was sitting, the moment he heard her words panic set off in his face.

He looked at Celia, who wasn't reacting to it. "You had a feeling, didn't you?" Gerald asked her, it all made sense now. Why she was so not looking forward to entering the asylum, why she was asking the questions she never asked before. it answered on why she was so hesitant upon entering.

It all made sense, Celia knew. Well she didn't know it would be this bad, but she knew it wasn't a type. She had a feeling it would end badly. Celia could only nod her head, a tear slipping from her eyes which she quickly rushed away.

"Where's Xander and Constantine?" Gerald asked, and just then the building exploded. Making the three who were standing outside take a step back from it all, The door opened and there was Xander.

He was rushing out of the building all bruised up and bleeding. Natalie rushed towards him as she catched him in her arms, holding him close as she didn't think she'd see him again.

Celia looked at him, she was happy he was safe but there was only one thing she thought about more. Her sister.

"Where's Constantine?" Gerald asked him, his eyes inspecting the boy as they stepped closer. Celia eyed him too, looking at the dirt that showed he had probably fought for it. The dust that was on his hair showed he was there for the destruction. And his eyes were filled with sadness.

Xander only looked at Celia. "I'm so sorry, Celia." Xander spoke. It was then that Celia knew exactly what he was sorry for.

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