I moved toward the sense of intrusion. The janitor hadn't given me this feeling; he belongs here. Whatever this was.. It was intruding. It did not belong. It made me angry.

As I got closer to the feeling of intrusion. I felt warmer. WARMER!!! I almost stopped and cheered. Finally warmth. I walked faster and faster.

I moved closer and closer. The feeling began to shift downward. eventually I was on top of it. It felt like I was in a sauna. It was warmer near the floor. That was when I made a realization.

"Your in the basement aren't cha" I said. I felt glee and anger. So much anger and amusement. Like I was toying with a pest. I knew this feeling wasn't right. But I didn't really care at that point. I should have. It is hard to communicate what I felt when I went through the floor.

Then I saw a flashlight and a man who looked a bit odd.

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Elias

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Elias was a private investigator. He enjoyed his job usually.

He didn't like spending his evening combing school basements but the police hadn't. And he had a feeling that was where the body was. He even had to break a padlock to even get in. (since when were schools locking the basement?)

He would normally wait until morning to go down here but it was a kid who got killed. He had a soft spot when children were involved. But maybe the kid commited suicide (He hoped not). Or maybe he ran away. They hadn't found a body after all. And lastly their was always the possibility of the killer still residing here. It was unlikely but still possible. He hoped his luck would hold.

The basement was a massive dusty single room. But the slowly compiling debris of a school began to fill it. And now it was a maze of passages through the neverending basically landfill. This room was large but all the shelves and debris made it small.

"besides if I get into any trouble I know the solution" He muttered to himself while patting the revolver on his belt.

Unlike some private eyes he could mention he did not wear a trenchcoat. He was wearing a T-shirt and jeans. It WAS summer after all. His revolver sat in its comfortable leather holster in full view.

He glanced around and set himself to the task at hand:

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He looked for signs of struggle and saw a few. several spots were covered in less dust than they should be. almost creating drag marks. He followed this proto trail.

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RAYE

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I looked upon the intruder. He had an odd face, almost kind but with a hardness behind it.

The anger rushing through me had cooled slightly. As my body cooled with it. I do not know why, but I felt gooseflesh rising on my skin. It doesn't matter though. There is an intruder.

I pulled my knife from my pocket. I wanted to HURT the intruder. And that is when I said out load "what the flip am I doing?" Why do I want to hurt this man. I do not believe he was the one who killed me so why? My brain struggled for an answer but it couldnt find one.

But the rage was still there filling me. I comprimised myself to just follow him. I really shouldn't have.

I followed him as he walked. At several points he would check the ground. I have no idea what he was looking for but it really didn't matter to me.

Then I accidently knocked over a paint can.

I am still not good at 'moving through stuff' ok?!?

I tripped on a paint can. Which should be impossible as I am a ghost but.. here we are.

As I tripped the paint can. The Intruder turned toward it. He shined his light upon me and didn't seem to see anything. But he did see the paint can.

"what the f***" The intruder stated.

I winced at the sware. I am not the kinda guy that does that ok. So I stated "luangauge" not expecting a response.

The man gasped "who is their?" He said while unholstering something.

**HE COULD HERE ME!!!** This revelancion made me very happy so I laughed out loud. The problem is... well... apparently ghost laughs are very VERY disturbing.

The man fired a bullet in my direction. It went right through my chest.

It was only my third or fourth day as a ghost ok? I forgot that things like that don't hurt me.

He seemingly heard my scream and walked toward me.

This was enough proof that he was against me. I mean he shot me!! who does that? I am sooooo angry right now.

And that was when I blacked out. I had no idea what happened here for a very long time.

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ELIAS

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Elias was facing a problem. A dead, creepy, knife impaled, angry kinda problem. He was staring at a ghost. Elias thought back to how he got into this situation.

He had heard a crash behind him. (that is somewhat normal)

He turned around to see a paint can on the ground (also normal)

He swore. (PERFECTLY NATURAL)

A voice said: "Luangauge." This voice had been deep, Barotone and raggedy. Almost like someone was talking through a sliced throat.

That was when he got scared. Who has that kind of voice? and why are they in a highschool basement? Then he heard a laugh. It was a terrible sound. Like a man being flayed alive.

He thought to himself: "NOPE" And fired at the sound. and that led him to now.

A strange boy stood in front of him. It looked exactly like the boy who was murdered. But it had a bloody gaping hole in its chest. A slit throat. And it was holding a bloody knife. Also it looked quite murdery. As it said in that same bloodcurdling voice: "You are not welcome here. Intruder." It raised its knife. He didn't know if he was hallucinating and he didn't care.

He shot at the knife. The bullet actually hit it. and it flew from the boy's hand. for a second their was silence.

Then he heard sirens.

The boy picked up his knife and disappeared. The only remnant of him being blood drops.

As he heard the police outside. Elias knew he had to run. And now atleast he knew it wasn't a suicide or the kid running away. Whereas how he would get to the body with that THING gaurding it was another story.