P.I.E - A Limey Rivalry

Part 13 - An Entity Discovered

Once again, Ghost and Bryn had made little progress over the last hour or so. They had made glowing indicators. That, however, was it. They were still roaming within the same corridor, with no evidence of paranormal activity found.

Ghost was in front this time, while Bryn was behind. The British man in question had his hands in his pockets, lazily looking slightly up and to the left. From others' perspectives, Bryn would seem careless and inattentive. However, Bryn mind was vivacious and diligent. It may not have shown on his face, but Bryn was piecing together every detail he and the others had received throughout the day.

There were the reports by Sophia. She claimed she could hear noises that sounded like moans and whines. Bryn had not heard a single peep outside of Ghost and himself. She mentioned claw marks scattered across the house that appear out-of-the-blue. Again, he had not spotted any since he had gotten there, so he could make no comment about that. Then, of course, Sophia never wanted to go near the basement for unknown reasons. However, neither Ghost nor Bryn had witnessed anything trying to stop them from exploring the place. In fact, they had not actually found any evidence for anything paranormal since they had arrived. For all they knew, it could've been a massive misunderstanding or – in a worse situation – a trap. Bryn brushed off the latter of his ideas; why would anyone want to get rid of two moderately well-known supernatural inspectors.

Ghost suddenly huffed, dropping the flashlight slightly. The change of scenery from dullish grey to shadowy black caused Bryn to come back to reality. Ghost continued to break the silence, "I've never been a fan of not talking, y'know. Can we please talk about something?"

Bryn took a moment. He was slightly taken aback by Ghost's passive aggressive insistence on a conversation. Therefore, his mind was in a slight daze. After his mentality had caught up with him, he sneered playfully. "What would you like to talk about?" he asked as if he was talking to a child.

Ghost looked around at the nothingness, hoping something would give him inspiration. "I don't know. Anything will do," he eventually said. Then, an idea surfaced, "Can you talk about your childhood?"

The desire to know more about the enigma known as Bryn was seeded within Ghost's mind ever since he had saved him from turning. Ghost had once thought Toast would be the only person that could stop his leaps into insanity. Now, a new figure was just as capable. He wanted to know more about the man.

Bryn, as it turned out, was thinking about the same event. "After what happened to you last time we spoke about our pasts, it may be best to avoid those subjects," he said looking slightly concerned at Ghost.

"No," Ghost said abruptly, "I... I didn't want to talk about my childhood... especially because of what happened."

"Yes, what was... that all about, anyway?" Bryn asked, returning to his casual manner.

"I-it's complicated," Ghost offered softly. The memories that had once refined themselves within Ghost's head had been buried once again. "I think it has something to do with repressed memories. I can't remember what they are though. I guess talking about the days when I was young might've made me remember them and... well... when that happens, I... sort of... change."

"Really," Bryn said simply.

Ghost continued, "I might've changed earlier... If you hadn't have saved me."

Bryn gave Ghost a confused look. "How exactly did I save you?"

Ghost began snapping his unoccupied fingers in front of Bryn's face playfully. Bryn chuckled back. "It's strange," Ghost said, "the only person that had the ability to stop me turning when I was that close to changing was Toast."