Nocturnum - Chapter I

[Dhes]

"You know, I am quite sure ghost exist. I mean, have you seen all these picture. Fine, many of them are tricked or have been manipulated, but a few can't be explain. Anyway, I wouldn't be surprise to see the governement destroying some of them just to make people think all is safe. The truth is there is a danger... ok, it is not like night of living death, but ghost can be dangerous. We don't know what they want. Some tells they have something to complete, other tells they are here to avenge something or someone... I would be curious to know what the one of the theatre want."

Only ordering a coffee, Dunstand sits there and smokes a cigarette in silence. Not really paying attention to the rest of the party, but taking the time to flip through the photos he made in the theater.

”They can’t be explained because some people are better at Photoshop then others. Ok I’ll give you the “Ghosts exist” bit, I'f seen enough stuff today to believe in “something” call it ghosts if you want. But I really doubt the government has any kind of cover-up/ghost assassination department. Are we talking, Ghostbusters meets Splinter-cell, I know lets call it Ghost Recon.”

Taking a sip of coffee, ”Lets just start with the theater and work our way up from there. If we ever do get to the White House to kill Zombie Bush, you can tell me “told you so”.

"For now, let's just have another look at the theater and see if this ghost has any other hobbies besides blowing up TV’s"
[sblock]Do I see anything of interest in the photo’s, I’m only looking at a small low res screen on the camera but I am able see the histogram of the picture.[/sblock]

 

[Majin]

Dunstand scans through the pictures he'd taken recently in the theater. Much to his surprise, they appear entirely normal, with any "evidence" that may have been there not present. The photos with and without Vincent show the ceiling as perfectly normal; no hatch, or any out of the ordinairy sights can be seen.

 

[ae1vart0n]

Putting down his hamburger so he could get a word in, Roger stopped to wipe his mouth. His 'Crazy Crouton' burger was becoming a bit hard to manage, and he was wondering what they wouldn't put on a sandwich.

"I'm not ruling out hallucination, or smoke-and-mirrors either. If we're going to do this we need to be methodical and skeptical about it," he glances around at the highschoolers "And we probably should keep this to ourselves. Aside from paranormal research, I work with the mentally disabled, and alot of them are in there for things they can't prove they saw."

 

[Velmont]

"Hallucination? Smoke and mirror?" repeat Steven with his mouth half full of fries. He takes the time to finish to eat his mouthful before continuing. "It can't be an hallucination, as we all have seen the same thing. Someone can hallucinate, but a group hallucinate the same thing? I don't think it is possible. And for smoke and mirror... fine, maybe some freak would try to do something at the theatre for some reason I can't understand for now... but you would tell me he would had time to prepare a trick at the hospital and synchronize it with the heart attack? I think you negate the obvious, we are facing something that can't be explain with science..." Steven take a large piece of chicken, dip it in his BBQ sauce before eating it.

 

[hippocrachus]

"People have been saying that since the first pages of history were written; I'm sure there's a perfectly logical explanation for the nature of these...occurrences," the historian said, thinking Roger had the right idea. Claiming the world was round when everyone else believed it to be flat was more likely to get you excommunicated than revered for an academician genius.

 

[Velmont]

"Bah!" is the only answers of Steven, knowing that he couldn't make up without some material proof... the problem with these things, there is generally nothing material. It's like trying to proove with science that God exist... Wathever he came with, his idea would be just push aside with some explanation he doubt he could fully understand, just as Dunstand like to do.

 

[ae1vart0n]

Mass hallucination, groupthink, and it wasn't far-fetched to think something about the incident in the hospital caused the heart attack. Steven couldn't be expected to be familiar with all of this, and Roger was appreciative of Gabriel's defense, but Roger held some reverence for science, and couldn't completely overlook the affront.

Calmly, but in a serious tone, "If we can't approach this scientifically, then how would you propose to study it?" Then looking back at his food, he returned to his usual relaxed state. "Besides, we don't have anything to explain yet. First, we need to do is prove we weren't seeing things." He looked toward Dunstand. "Unless Dunstand has something in those photos? There wasn't much on the tape."

 

[Watus]

Pete absently listens to the conversation, mechanically shoving french fries into his mouth, not really tasting them.

Maybe it was some sort of hallucination, he thinks. I guess that does happen.

He looks up at the mention of photographs. "You have pictures," he asks. "Of what, exactly?"

 

[Dhes]

"I'm not ruling out hallucination, or smoke-and-mirrors either. If we're going to do this we need to be methodical and skeptical about it," he glances around at the highschoolers "And we probably should keep this to ourselves. Aside from paranormal research, I work with the mentally disabled, and alot of them are in there for things they can't prove they saw."

”I doubt that the hospital would kill someone, just so they could fool us. So if it’s not “smoke and mirrors”, that means we are all “Mentally disabled”. But no matter what it is, it can always be explained. You just have to look hard enough.”[/colro

Looking back down at his camera, ”But maybe you are correct and we are all severing from some mental deficiency. As fare as my camera is concerned, there was no trap door and Vincent never got sucked in. Maybe someone should just take a raking ball and demolish the theater. I find that taking something apart is always the best way to figure out what’s wrong with it. Plus, it would really suck if you sitting there watching a movie and just when the movie starts to get good. You get sucked out of you chair and spit out covert in mucus”

 

[hippocrachus]

Gabriel was still unsure what the rest of them were talking about. All he saw was Vincent jump off the scaffolding. For all he knew, the goo was just something the kid had in his pocket and exploded on impact.
Their story sounds crazy to me, and I was there! he thought to himself cynically. But that was just it: if they weren't crazy, it was a story of a lifetime. The least I can do is help dissuade them of their delusions... It reminded him of the time when he had to convince a student that his dog didn't eat his homework and that it was him, the student, that ate his assignment while tripping on acid.