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They were late, and even though it was only by ten minutes, it was enough to raise Tucker's ire.

"Man, what took you guys so long?"

"SHHHH," hushed the harried-looking librarian, and Tucker started spreading stuff out on the table so they could see it too, pushing stacks of books and old newspapers and microfiche slides towards them. He had his laptop set up--he'd have just used his PDA, but he knew they'd all be reading and therefore he needed a bigger screen. He was taking advantage of the library's free wireless setup; there were multitudes of websites minimized.

"You guys need to take a look at this stuff. After seeing all this, it makes sense why our town is, like, Ghost Central. I'm starting to think it might not just be the Ghost Portal."

Date: 2006-07-17 04:01 am (UTC)
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Sam sat in the hard wooden library chair and lifted his laptop out of his lap and into hers. "Hey -- listen to this -- 'Strange Green Creature Reported In Local Building's Public Restroom.' That was 1948. Man."

Sam was in la la la research land.

Or, not really. She had to keep shifting in her seat every once in a while, biting her lip. Wonder why.

Date: 2006-07-17 04:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
Danny was not much with the research, and he was also bright pink. It was a happy bright pick, but bright pink nevertheless.

He peeked over Sam's shoulder. There was a picture of the aftermath, a restroom completely splattered with an 'unidentifiable green substance,' according to the article.

"Man, that place got completely slimed with ecto goo."

Danny grabbed one of the microfiches and put it into the machine, starting to scroll through aged, yellowed, faded articles.

"The ones on these are the oldest ones, right? Maybe they have something about when the building was built."

Date: 2006-07-17 05:05 am (UTC)
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Sam sifted through the newspapers on the table. "So... what do we have here, guys? Because there's apparently this building in the middle of town that's been completely covered in ecto goo twice, sets off Danny's ghost breath every time, and is apparently a hot spot for all the guys in town."

She grinned. "I say we investigate."

Date: 2006-07-17 05:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
"We're definitely going to need to poke around," Danny said, playing around with the microfiche.

A particular article caught his eye, even though it had nothing to do with the building and he stopped and read it.

"'Local cult suspected to be responsible for the deaths of five children,'" he read aloud. He scanned the article. "There was a cult in town apparently--or at least rumors of one. Way way back in the twenties. The Brotherhood of the Silver Gate. Weird."

Date: 2006-07-17 05:36 am (UTC)
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Sam let out a loud "AHAH!", at which point she was loudly shushed by the librarian and had to sink lower into her seat.

"Listen to this -- 'Local Architect Deemed Member Of Dangerous Silver Gate Cult'. Designed the building... died in '53. When the searched his house they found all kinds of weird shit, but then it -- his house -- burned down before they could get the heavy-duty evidence..."

Sam looked at them. "I'm really beginning to loathe cults."

Date: 2006-07-17 05:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
Danny snatched the article away from Sam and read it.

"Supposedly, this guy was the suspected leader of the cult, but they couldn't prove it. He was also a doctor with a reputation for performing 'macabre and unecessary surgeries. Witness say that chanting could be heard filtering down from the top of the building during certain times during the year, and it is suspected that the Brotherhood of the Silver Gate performed bizarre rituals on top of the highrise.'"

Danny paused, his brow furrowed. "This is it. This cult--they did something to that building--maybe the cult leader even designed it for something. That's why my ghost sense goes off every time and it's like a ghost magnet."

Date: 2006-07-17 05:47 am (UTC)
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"Even I think that's creepy," Sam said, "and I'm a goth."

She tapped the old newspaper's photo of the building. "So... let's do what we do best with creepy things, huh?" She snorted. "Let's go kick it's butt."

Date: 2006-07-17 05:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
"But how do we fight a building?" Danny asked, thinking.

For a long time, he stared at the old newspaper until the faded print of the architect's name was seared into his memory.

It was familiar. He'd seen it somewhere, or read it.

It was really starting to bug him. He wracked his brain for the answer, and it was hiding right at the forefront of his brain, taunting him.

He was sure that it was important that he remembered.

The he murmured, mostly to himself, "Ivo Shandor...where have I heard that name...?"

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