The bell above them rang as they pushed open the door to the coffee shop that the locals had recommended to them. Anyone with eyes could tell that the two men that walked in were having a heated discussion, it was just the subject area that confused most people or made them look at the two men as if they'd sprouted a second head—paranormal activity. No, not the movie franchise (though they disagreed on those too), rather legitimate paranormal activity. Ghosts, mainly. Who were they?

To most, they were the weirdos of the town, no matter which town they ventured into. But, to a select few, they had a name–a title–and were well-known throughout their line of work (mainly because they were the only idiots stupid enough to livestream most of their work instead of sell it to TV networks). Yes, they were in fact the Ghostfacers, keeping cities safe one ghost at a time.

Even though they'd taken a break from each other and the show entirely, Harry and Ed couldn't deny that they both missed hunting. And they especially missed hunting for their fans to see their work completed. As they were just getting back into it, a lot of the ghost tales they'd heard had already been dealt with by those damn Winchesters that kept getting in their way. A friend of theirs had told them about a lead which had them travelling to Georgia the next day.

And there they were.

Harry and Ed finished their conversation to order coffee, and it was quickly delivered on the bar near where they were standing. Talk of the town was that 'Crazy Connie' went to the shop everyday and would tell stories about the Weeping Angel house that rest just on the outskirts of town. Granted, the two men had no idea what Connie would look like, and they were just hoping that they would know it was her when she walked in. They scoped out a table in the corner where they could see both entrances to the shop in hopes that they could see Connie.

Lost in conversation, they talked about mindless things as they sipped at their cheap coffee. Suddenly, a woman rushed towards their table. The two men looked at her. Her raven hair was streaked with strands of silver, her mocha skin only cracked with the smallest indents of crows feet and smile lines. She smelt of mothballs and lavender soap, a strange concoction, to say the least. She couldn't have been more than sixty. Harry and Ed exchanged looks before Harry spoke up.

"Something we can help you with?"

"Heard you were lookin' for the crazy of the town, darlin's," the woman spoke, her voice crisp and clear.

"Um, we–" Ed stumbled.

The woman held her hand up, "The abyss told me, 's no use in tryin' to keep it from me." She smiled kindly, extending a hand towards them. "Connie Fairborough," she laughed, "Also known as Crazy Connie. Mind if I take a seat, sugars?"

Ed and Harry each shook her hand, introducing themselves and graciously telling her to take a seat. She pulled a chair from an empty table. The back of the chair was facing Ed and Harry's table, she straddled the chair as she sat down, resting her forearms on the back. She smiled as she looked between them. While she was looking at Ed, Harry pulled out a video camera and placed it so that they had more footage when they were going through editing.

"So you talk to an... an abyss?" Ed managed, looking at the woman.

"Well, sugar, it's more like the abyss talks t'me," Connie tapped her temple with her finger. "It's like a radio station that likes to turn on when something happens in the spirit world, y'know?"

"No," Harry blurted.

Ed slapped his shoulder, "What my colleague means to say, is that while we've never really had the abyss speak to us, we do understand that the abyss has chosen to speak to you."

"Right, yeah, that's what I meant," Harry replied, nodding his head.

"S'all right, darlin's, no need to lie. Everyone else thinks I'm crazy, why wouldn't you? I came to help because if I didn't, well, who knows? What were you two lookin' for?" Connie asked with a kind smile, though her bright brown eyes dimmed.

"Well, we heard about this house... the, uh... the Weeping Angel house?" Ed managed.

Harry added, "First we thought it was the Whovians dicking around with everyone, but-"

"Oh no, honey. It's very true. The abyss tells me there's a lot of pain in that house, whatever is in there is going through something - even the abyss can't tell what it is. But it's also tellin' me that no matter what I say to warn you, you two are still gonna go there tonight," Connie replied, tilting her head slightly. "So I shouldn't bother trying to tell you not to."

Harry coughed awkwardly, looking down at his hands.

"Well, it's our careers," Ed managed. "We have to do it for our fans."

Connie looked at the video camera, smiling slightly before looking back to Ed, "It's your lives, not your careers. Tell me, where would you be without the cameras?"

"We wouldn't be who we are today," Harry replied.

"Exactly," Connie rose from her chair. "Honeys, you can do what you want in this world, I'm in no spot to stop you from doin' what you want. But I want to give you some advice... If the time comes and that house takes a hold of you, you need to get out of there. Don't stay for the viewers, save yourselves. If the abyss can't even tell what's goin' on in there, it's something that the world won't ever be prepared for. Keep yourselves safe before anythin' else."

Ed swallowed hard, Harry cleared his throat. "Thank you, Connie. We will."

She nodded kindly and walked out of the store. The two business partners looked at each other.

"We're still doing this, right?" Harry asked, closing the camera and putting the lens cap on.

"Hell yeah we are. Let's go get our stuff and kick some paranormal ass."

*****

Ed screamed at the first creak he heard in the house that wasn't their own. It came from upstairs, he wasn't ready for what was coming. Harry slapped his shoulder, shushing him because whatever the hell was up there definitely heard him and they needed to remain calm and silent. Ed swallowed hard, nodding his head. He knew that Harry was right.

Harry flicked his flashlight on, the beam of light swung back and forth. His eyes flashed with the pale green of the night vision on his GoPro. Slowly, he took steps forward, his hunting partner right beside him.  The wooden floor creaked underneath their feet, breathing soft with fright. Whatever it was that was up there had gone silent, which either meant it was gone, or they were about to be attacked. If the locals were correct, it was more likely the latter option. At the very least, they had to try to catch what was haunting the house, their viewers were counting on them to showcase their bravery once again. They couldn't just pull off a disappearing act--only Captain Reynolds could do that and even then... he shouldn't have been allowed to.

"We just heard what might be the weeping angel upstairs," Harry whispered to the camera. "We haven't ruled out that it may actually be a weeping angel--Who mythology sometimes pulls from real life, after all--so the two of us are going to check it out because then we have two sets of eyes on the angel. They don't [censored] around, those weeping angels."

"If you're just tuning in for the first time, we are the Ghostfacers, I'm Ed and this is Harry."

"Hi."

"We catch ghosts haunting to where they're supposed to be while also providing information as to how our viewers can rid their houses of ghosts themselves."

"But if it's a vengeful spirit, best leave it to the professionals. You can read about how to identify what your house is haunted with in our newest blog post."

"The weeping angel has supposedly been haunting this house for two months now, just randomly popping up. No patterns, just pain. There wasn't any date that triggered it or a full moon or anything, so we're going to attempt to communicate with whatever it is to find out why it's on earth," Ed explained, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.

A thump was heard again, closer this time. Harry and Ed jumped, their GoPro shaking their footage as they did so. They began to run back to where they had set up their camp for the night, and back to where their bigger camera was in case of paranormal sighting. They stepped into their salt circle, praying that whatever this weeping angel was would be stopped by it. They had made the circle just in case things went downhill while they were on the hunt.

"What the [censored] was that?" Harry asked, looking up at the ceiling wearily.

"Is someone there?" a voice called, footsteps echoing down the staircase they could see from the open concept living room. The voice was that of a young girl. Immediately, Ed removed himself from the safety of the salt circle to see whether or not he could get a video of her--translucent, hopefully, that would up their views.

"Ed, man, this could be a trick. She could be trying to lure you in by sounding innocent," Harry shout-whispered at his partner. "Stay in the salt, it's not worth your life. I can't do this alone, man."

"Hello?" the voice asked shakily, obviously hoarse from crying.

When the footsteps sounded practically on top of them, Harry leapt out from the circle and grabbed Ed's arm before he could round the corner and get to the main hall. They ran back to the salt circle where Harry knew they would be safe. The footsteps walked to the end of the stairs, a figure was shadowed by the lack of light in the house. Each step closer was the higher than Harry's stomach felt in his throat. He swallowed hard, trying to hide his nervousness.

Ed grabbed Harry's hand and flicked his flashlight on, the light hit a young girl, standing in front of them. She raised her arms to shield her eyes from the sudden burst of light, wincing slightly as her eyes adjusted.

"What the hell?" Sight finally back to normal, the girl looked at the two hunters. Her blonde hair was like a bird's nest, tangled and twisted. Green eyes were stained with red veins around the pupils from an obvious lack of sleep, around her eyes were puffy. She was thin, too thin. Like she hadn't eaten in weeks. "You can drop the [censored] flashlight, dude, seriously."

"Who are you?" Ed asked, keeping the flashlight on her as he nervously raised an eyebrow. (Stealthily letting go of Harry's hand.)

"I'm Leila Connors, I need your help."

"Help with what?" Harry asked, gulping.

Leila looked down at the salt circle that the hunters were stood inside. "You guys are hunters, right?"

"Well, more facers, but-" Harry elbowed Ed, telling him to keep his mouth shut.

"Look, I don't have time to explain, but-"

Leila was cut off by her own shrieking. Her arms flew out to the side, hands glowing a bright pastel blue. Eyes burning with the same shade as her head flew back and she looked at the sky. Ed and Harry would be lying if they said they didn't scream with her.

Suddenly, her head flew forwards, arms limp. Hair dangling in front of her face. As Ed made a movement towards her, her head flew up to look at them. Harry and Ed's eyes widened as they looked at her. Around her now all black pupils was crimson red, her teeth razor sharp.

"You shouldn't be here, boys," the thing that was Leila hissed, her voice like razor blades down the throat. She raised her arms, hands beginning to glow that blinding blue.

The world went white around the Ghostfacers.

*****

A.N. Sup my dudes, it's been a while. I'm not sure if anyone will actually read this update it's been so long! I'm sorry about that, I didn't have inspiration. But I've finally found it! I know what I want to do with this and shit, are you guys in for something. I can't wait.

Please let me know what you think. The following chapters will likely be a little longer, but not much, as this is going to be a lot shorter than The Runaway. But I have so much planned, I hope you all love it! Vote, comment, fan if you enjoyed! You've got 2000 characters to write a comment, just go for it, I really want to know what you thought!

Happy 2018, my darlings. And as always:

Stay safe, hunters and warriors,

Thalia