Ok so well, as the break ended and the sun rose I got in an argument with Steve over an idea to use his wife as creature bait due to her psychic abilities she would be able to attract the entity much easier, although Steve objected which got us in a little fight I swung a punch but Steve ducked and counter hit me in the face and then flipped me over his shoulder onto the RVs floor and I jump kicked Steve who flew out the half opened door and after grabbing a metal pellet gun I shot steve 20 times although Steve having a high pain tolerance kept on running thru and tackled me then head butted me and b-slapped me 10 times before pointing the gun point blank in my face “she is not a toy to use in your thrill-seeking scientific pursuit of that which is the paranormal doctor” he said to me, however as Steve cocked back the hammer I tried pleading with him, however the only thing that which stopped Steve right as he started to pull back the trigger was when his wife agreed to do it much to Steve’s shock “I understand the doctors desires Steven and I agree....ugh boys, so childish” she said as she went to take a shower.
Ok so Cramped space, small beds, a small tv, the life living in a RV with 3 people and leading a monster hunting group. However while there are perks and downsides, this time my teams hunts on the devil’s floor, located in a local 5 star hotel in Atlanta Georgia. Once me and my team got there I sent Steve’s wife to gather information on the hotel, she had on a purple spaghetti strap top, a black leather jacket, black jeans, and black boots, Steve had on a white shirt, blue jeans, and tennis shoes, and me... my usual University shirt and custom made suit. Steve and I investigated the hotel itself, we questioned the manager who claimed that “your the first guest who will stay in that floor since the 80s” and we pressed further and and found out there was a botched ritual to summon the devil done on that floor.
Ok so I just moved out and into my right-hand mans RV for the job, And this is the first hunt with my gang, me, Steve, and his wife, we are riding in his RV while it is cramped and hard to get much sleep in, I had advised my gang to rest up for the night investigation we had ahead of us, down in the New York Yard. The New York yard is a old graveyard that is said to be haunted by millions of unrestricted souls, and a huge home for violent spirit attacks around 3AM. so we traveled there, and when we made it to New York, I had on my custom made wine red suit with my university T-shirt (American institute of metaphysics) and Steve had on a white t-shirt, and jeans, and his wife had on a pink spaghetti strap top, a jean jacket, and black jeans. We got to the graveyard and I talked to the undertaker and he said that “I have experienced a lot of sightings on these grounds, from scratches, to voices, to people being shoved” and I told him that I hoped that I experienced those things and more this however illicited a very “why” response from the undertaker.
So this was my first case as I was going to school for my doctorate in metaphysical sciences and needing a project for my finale thesis paper I used a local legend about a old haunted sewage tunnel system that was used by occultists back when it first got closed down and is now haunted by very violent demonic spirits. So naturally I grabbed my old friend Archie who was wereing jeans, a spider-man t-shirt and a hoodie, and I was wereing black custom made dress pants, a t-shirt with the university sign on it, and a bucatini made blazer (as I always were) and we went into the old drainage tunnels (although it was against the law to do so). Safe to say it was wet, dark, and smelled 9000000 times worse than the frito lay factory, But we tracked on thru the brown sludge like water that was filling our shoes like a river flood.