P.I.E - A Limey Rivalry

Part 10 - A Possible Turn

The two men shifted through the narrow passageway, huddling together slightly, following the light made by Bryn's flashlight. The atmosphere was tense, to say the least; they were utterly silent as they walked, expecting a malevolent phantom or savage demon to appear at any moment. Ghost, as a reflex, took out a small gun out of his bag. Although, he doubted it would be effective against anything paranormal.

The air around the two were dense and suffocating. Ghost had to take quiet gulps of air occasionally, none of which were entirely pleasant. Bryn took long, but soft, breaths in and out of his nose. Every now and then, Bryn's nose twitched like a rabbit's, due to the schlocky and unsuitable collections of stale gases around them.

Luckily, any dust that been in the basement had long since settled onto the floor. Unfortunately, both Bryn's and Ghost's movements were churning it back up after years. Despite this, neither of them took notice of it; they were looking straight ahead toward the halo created by Bryn's flashlight.

Ghost was a little unadapt to the amount of silence and dead air, at that moment. Whilst he understood perfectly that they needed to be careful, P.I.E was never the type of paranormal investigators to do their jobs noiselessly. To be honest, Ghost was feeling wearier over the tense ambience of the situation than the actual risk of hostile spirits.

With no warning, Bryn began talking to Ghost over his shoulder. "So, Ghost. While we're here, why don't you tell me a little more about yourself?"

"Are you serious?" Ghost asked, baffled towards Bryn's unexpected casualness. From what Ghost could make out of his face and body language, Bryn seemed just as uncomfortable as he was.

"Of course. I know little about you besides a few of your cases. I'd like to know more about the life you've lived. The life of the great Johnny Ghost," Bryn said, seeming entirely genuine.

"I can say the same about you," Ghost replied.

Bryn smirked playfully, "True, but I asked first." Bryn looked straight ahead again. "I'm curious, Ghost: what made you want to find and capture the spirits of the dead for a living?"

Ghost shrugged while he recalled his past, "I don't know. It was probably the thought of adventure and danger, I guess."

"Did you always believe in the supernatural?"

"Yeah, definitely."

"How? Did your parents believe or did you discover something?"

"Umm... N-no. I don't think they did, actually," Ghost replied, unsure of his answer.

Bryn oohed at the answer he was given. "So you must've learnt later on, then. How did you find out? Did you wander into the woods and find a ghostly hag, stumble across a poltergeist at a sleepover, or were you a victim of a haunting yourself? Come on, Ghost, I'm interested."

Slowly fumbling his thoughts together, Ghost began quickly reliving his memories. Memoirs from his early life paraded across his vision. However, certain visions and imaginary concepts began to expose themselves and Ghost gasped. How had he forgotten them again?

Upon hearing Ghost's sharp inhalation, Bryn – without turning his head – asked, "Are you feeling okay, Ghost? Did you remember something shocking?" Without completely realising it, Bryn had been spot-on with his assumption.

Ghost didn't answer immediately. His head began to ache as he rethought about his childhood. "N-no... No, I... argh." His entire body felt itchy and Ghost lost focus momentarily. His breathing was uneasy and a small amount of Ghost's being began to panic.