I took a breath and looked at the fog slowly filling the house, rising out of nowhere.
'It's time to hunt,' I thought as I heard the doors close behind me.
And with the click of the lock, the seal on the house came alive.
A delicate fog filled the house, not exactly blocking the view but making the shadows and contours a bit obscured, seeming not entirely real. It gave the house a dream-like, ethereal feeling. Also, there was the silence, the silence where you could hear your own heartbeat. It was unnatural and unnerving for anyone present, making you want to turn on a radio or music to make it disappear.
I had two possible actions. Catch the spirit in action and destroy or seal it, or find the place where it was anchored to the world. So the plan was simple, if the anchor was here, I would assume it was somewhere near the place the dude died. Strong emotions help create it, after all.
