“Hey, wait, that’s my–” August began, but he was too far away to do anything but watch as a couple of bikers tore into his suitcase, pulling items out and throwing them around. “–stuff. Okay, that’s fair, I guess.” The bikers didn’t seem to notice him, standing with his back against the wall and trying his best to look calm despite the panic alarms sounding in head. “Rest in peace,” he deadpanned, eyes fixed on one of the bikers as he struggled to pull one of August’s favorite t-shirts over his beer belly.

 Beck had taken a few steps closer to the lighthouse and stood just inside the doorway. He peered in to get an initial scan of the place. It definitely looked eerie in the dark. He supposed that it should--it was the most haunted lighthouse in America. Soon, he heard the breath someone standing behind him though it didn’t freak him out too bad. Beck figured it was just one of the others trying to mess with him. “ Here’a a tip--if you want to scare someone--the idea is to be silent. I could hear you breathing a mile away, “ He said.

" I know ghosts are really important and that’s our job and everything, but I just saw a bunny and it had a bunch of babies and I’m really worried because it’s cold so can you maybe help me find find some grass and stuff to make a little bed for them and make them warmer??” Sam didn’t take a single breath as she rambled, gesturing excitedly to a space behind her in the darkness. Bright eyes looked up expectantly at the person in front of her, silently pleading with them to help her.

       “ Well... “ Beck spoke with a low whistle. “ This place is creepy. “ There was no need to dwell on the obvious though--not when they had a whole area to investigate. As usual, the male was ready to take charge whether anyone asked him to or not. “ Obviously.. we need to split up if we are going to get any of our ghost friends to come out and play. Should we draw straws on who gets to go in the creepy lighthouse?” He said with his eyebrows raised. He honestly didn’t know which would be worst--the lighthouse or the mass grave on the land.

 “Un-fucking-believable,” Beck muttered under his breath as he continued to try to start the van. He turned the key once more, but the engine once again only gave a lurch before it sputtered out. The male hopped out of the van and popped open the hood. Leaning under it, he inspected to see if he could figure out the problem--even though he had a very vague idea of mechanics. “ We need to replace this hunk of junk..” He growled under his breath.

“I feel like the longer we do this, less things affect me. Like, I don’t feel like I could be jump scared like before.” Andy explained, eyebrows furrowing at the other.  “I love being scared, and now it’s harder for it to happen.” There was a hint of a pout forming on her lips. Crossing her arms, she looked at the other before resting her arms on the table and putting her chin in her hands. “I am looking forward to the next location though.”