She knew she was being watched, and quite curiously so, for she could feel the penetrating weight of the stare. Justine raised her eyes up to the rotting wooden rafters and couldn't help wonder to herself, which was more frightening, the ghost or the unstable, decaying state of the building.
A gust of cold wind suddenly took Justine's breath away, the moment was so suddenly intense that it was physically almost painful. Grasping her chest, reaching for her camera, she knelt to one knee. And quickly her eyes searched once again. Justine reached for her Magnetic Detector which was spinning out of control.
"The strength of the entity is extremely strong, but still no visual confirmation," Justine wrote in her notepad.
A cold wind snapped Justine out of her thoughts, she shivered against it suddenly feeling overwhelmed with the sorrow that was no uncommon among ghosts. Once again, she thought of how simple it was to sit and play the violin in comparison to hunting down ghosts. Her brand new job as a Paranormal Investigator had landed her at this spot, alone. Conroy, her aging but very optimistic boss and sent her out on this little expedition alone to investigate the possible reported evidence of the old Timberbrook Train Station. It was in his opinion that Justine should survey the scene and evidence before working with the team are more openly hostile cases.
Timberbrook had been shut down for over fifty years and yet Justine felt certain that there was a whirl of activity as people hurriedly headed off and on to the train either commuting to work or heading out for a day in the city.
The dilapidated building stood mammoth and empty excluding the cob webs that danced with the cool winds as they rushed in through broken windows. Justine willed herself to gather her courage and do what she had come to do. It was her honorable job to find out if the place was indeed haunted as it been reported by several people from the surrounding neighborhood.
Justine grabbed her camera, pulling it up to her eyes and spun around trying to find or see something, anything really so she could note it and leave. The shutter of the camera lens was jammed when Justine tried to click it open. In frustration she shook the camera exclaiming in her lovely Irish, words that would have sent her mother's heart into a panic.
Stopping short in her angst, eyes, she felt them, there were eyes on her, the vivid blue of the sky, and unsettling with their unmistakable age and wisdom. Justine jumped back in panic scrambling for a wall to butt herself against. A loud click shattered the silence of the building, echoing off the walls as Justine's camera lens finally came open. Justine jumped, gasping in pure fear as the panic rolled over her in waves.
Then her hears picked up the free jubilant laughter of a child. Looking up from her camera, Justine stared into the very pretty, very pale face of a very dead young girl. The little girl simply smiled at her, her eyes dancing with a light that should be reserved for the living
A white light from the entity radiated around her, growing and extending until it included Justine in its icy embrace. Justine simply stared as the smile died on the little girls face and her eyes once ripe with life grew serious and deep.
The girl raised a small, pale hand to Justine.
"Follow me, I will show you."