halogens. Then a dark red form appeared in the window. Fiona let out another slight gasp.
It rarely happens with this type of technology, as often the forms caught by infrared cameras appear shadowy, undefined as to sex, though clothing such as hats and coats can be determined. Not this time. Facial details of a woman were clearly viewable, and her face was framed by ringlets. Only the eyes remained shadowed, hidden. The portals to the soul…even though her expression was blank, who could say for sure there was no menace implied?
“ Go ahead and run the video forward, Tom,” said Fiona, shifting to the mode the group has come to expect of her. From sweet-natured to the ‘take charge’ individual who has spearheaded NVP’s rise to the top shelf of Tennessee’s plethora of paranormal investigators vying for the more prestigious locations to explore.
He looked back in surprise, maybe under the delusion that last night’s trauma and this morning’s second helping would promote him into the lead role…at least for now. Still, no one questions her direction when she gets into her zone—not even me, her closest confidante.
“ Okay,” he agreed, and the video resumed.
Almost instantly the image dissipated.
“ Good.” She sounded relieved. “Very good, actually. If the image had lingered too long, we would have to consider the possibility of someone playing a prank on us. Though it doesn’t seem like something Charlain would do, we’ve had it happen before. Remember the Miller investigation a few years back?”
“ Yeah, I do,” I confessed. “I’d just as soon forget about that one forever.”
Thought I had, truthfully. So thanks a bunch, sweetie, for resuscitating such an embarrassing memory. We’re probably still the brunt of some jokes about it.
“ I’m still pissed off at those frigging bastards!” fumed Jackie, looking over at Tony for his response, since he was also present for that red-faced moment. But he gave no indication he remembered what’d happened.
Wish I could be like that, or have Fiona’s ability to shrug it off even though it remained fresh enough for her to recall with ease.
“ Well, if the image hadn’t faded away like it did, it’d be easy to disprove,” continued Fiona. “From what I researched in the Cumberland branch of the main library, the face we just saw looks a lot like Lizzy Robertson. I feel so much sadness with this haunting…felt it strong in the house, especially upstairs when Charlain showed me around.”
“ Did any of the other pictures we took turn up anything cool, or mean-like?” asked Justin, still in his Ali-G mode with arms raised and fingers pointed down, like he was casting a gangsta spell.
“ Well, there are some anomalies in a few of your pictures I had developed this morning, Justin,” Tom advised. “Along with a few orbs from Jimmy’s digital memory card.”
He moved over to a desk in the room’s corner, where a pack of photographs sat. He brought them over to Fiona, who opened the pack while the rest of us gathered around her.
“ There could be evidence, at least in these pictures,” she said, pointing out the white, yellow, and red streaks that showed up in several of Justin’s pics. “But the orbs…I’m not sure about them since the house overlooks the river. They could be caused by moisture.”
“ What about this one?” asked Tony, pointing to an enormous orb, solid in its consistency, with yellow and red highlights along its edges.
“ I’m still not sure,” she confessed. “It could represent something, but I’d hesitate to claim it’s a spirit’s essence. Remember, gang, everything we review has to pass the most rigorous skepticism—“
“ And orbs can be caused by anything that refracts light,” I added, inadvertently interrupting her. Not a good habit of mine, and a sure invitation for an admonishment in private. “Water, dust, flying insects—you name it—can be a problem.”
I’m sure my face
It rarely happens with this type of technology, as often the forms caught by infrared cameras appear shadowy, undefined as to sex, though clothing such as hats and coats can be determined. Not this time. Facial details of a woman were clearly viewable, and her face was framed by ringlets. Only the eyes remained shadowed, hidden. The portals to the soul…even though her expression was blank, who could say for sure there was no menace implied?
“ Go ahead and run the video forward, Tom,” said Fiona, shifting to the mode the group has come to expect of her. From sweet-natured to the ‘take charge’ individual who has spearheaded NVP’s rise to the top shelf of Tennessee’s plethora of paranormal investigators vying for the more prestigious locations to explore.
He looked back in surprise, maybe under the delusion that last night’s trauma and this morning’s second helping would promote him into the lead role…at least for now. Still, no one questions her direction when she gets into her zone—not even me, her closest confidante.
“ Okay,” he agreed, and the video resumed.
Almost instantly the image dissipated.
“ Good.” She sounded relieved. “Very good, actually. If the image had lingered too long, we would have to consider the possibility of someone playing a prank on us. Though it doesn’t seem like something Charlain would do, we’ve had it happen before. Remember the Miller investigation a few years back?”
“ Yeah, I do,” I confessed. “I’d just as soon forget about that one forever.”
Thought I had, truthfully. So thanks a bunch, sweetie, for resuscitating such an embarrassing memory. We’re probably still the brunt of some jokes about it.
“ I’m still pissed off at those frigging bastards!” fumed Jackie, looking over at Tony for his response, since he was also present for that red-faced moment. But he gave no indication he remembered what’d happened.
Wish I could be like that, or have Fiona’s ability to shrug it off even though it remained fresh enough for her to recall with ease.
“ Well, if the image hadn’t faded away like it did, it’d be easy to disprove,” continued Fiona. “From what I researched in the Cumberland branch of the main library, the face we just saw looks a lot like Lizzy Robertson. I feel so much sadness with this haunting…felt it strong in the house, especially upstairs when Charlain showed me around.”
“ Did any of the other pictures we took turn up anything cool, or mean-like?” asked Justin, still in his Ali-G mode with arms raised and fingers pointed down, like he was casting a gangsta spell.
“ Well, there are some anomalies in a few of your pictures I had developed this morning, Justin,” Tom advised. “Along with a few orbs from Jimmy’s digital memory card.”
He moved over to a desk in the room’s corner, where a pack of photographs sat. He brought them over to Fiona, who opened the pack while the rest of us gathered around her.
“ There could be evidence, at least in these pictures,” she said, pointing out the white, yellow, and red streaks that showed up in several of Justin’s pics. “But the orbs…I’m not sure about them since the house overlooks the river. They could be caused by moisture.”
“ What about this one?” asked Tony, pointing to an enormous orb, solid in its consistency, with yellow and red highlights along its edges.
“ I’m still not sure,” she confessed. “It could represent something, but I’d hesitate to claim it’s a spirit’s essence. Remember, gang, everything we review has to pass the most rigorous skepticism—“
“ And orbs can be caused by anything that refracts light,” I added, inadvertently interrupting her. Not a good habit of mine, and a sure invitation for an admonishment in private. “Water, dust, flying insects—you name it—can be a problem.”
I’m sure my face
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