I made the rounds of the nave. I checked all of the jars of baking soda and jars of vinegar. I don’t know what I was expecting. Its not like the air ph balance would suddenly change. But as a science enthusiast I want to rule out all possibilities to leave me with pure evidence. No change occurred in the last five minutes. It was time to establish our plan. I grabbed the radio and put it to my mouth depressing the button, “rally by the RV.” I grabbed a whiteboard marker and went to the side of the RV. Steve approached the side of the RV with a laminated copy of the floor plan of the church. I helped him to magnetically attached it to the side of the RV.
I drew a circle around the nave with the marker. “Alright guys, the reports are mostly in the nave but we only have access to the nave, entryway and outside the church. The weather is slightly explained by the fact that this church seems to be surrounded by a high pressure and the church itself seems to create its own low pressure area.” I drew a few exes on the map at various locations in the nave. “There are jars of vinegar and jars of baking soda in these locations in the nave” I then drew circles with v’s. The v’s connected to the circles with the base of the v touching the circle representing the direction of view of the cameras. “These are the locations on the cameras. The will be plotted on the virtual map in the headquarters…”
“As well as a number associating the camera to the location so that we know which camera and which screen is located where on the map.” Steve chimed in very enthusiastically. This was a new piece of programming that we worked on together and we were excited to get it in use. “There is a digital copy on our phone app so you can see where you are in relation.”
“Yes, thank you.” I said annoyed with the interruption. “We are all going to take our shifts and be vigilant. Our medium has felt strong vibes and even I have felt weird things so stay vigilant. As we know the witching hour is about zero three. So we are all going to be on shift at zero three…”
“I would feel better if we all ran through the full shift. We will sleep before we head home.” Pat said. Tom laid his head in his hands.
“Why? Are you scared of the dark all of a sudden?” Tom said angrily. A strong gust blew across and tried to take down the map.
Pat fell to his knees, “Something is angry.” A crack of thunder with a shine of lightning struck the church. Everyone jumped. Not a drop of rain fell just thunder, which is not unheard of but was strange considering the cloud has circled the church since we got here.
I looked at the barometer and said, “Tom, say something else condescending to Pat about his suggestion.”
“Why? A little thunder drops you off your nerve? The same guy who ran head first into a room with bayonet affixed and stabbed thirteen men before the rest of us could help room clear?” Tom said getting pissed off at our demeanor.
“That was life or death. This is just science.” I said noticing no change to the barometer. “Now get pissed at Pat for his preference.”
“I’m already pissed. This is a pile of bullshit. Just because Pat gets a premonition we all have to miss our sleep. Just change your fucking pants and take your fucking shift of fire watch.” Tom yelled. I glanced at the barometer and it definitely spiked.
I grabbed the digital lecture recorder, “Note a high spike with a quick return when Tom mocks Pat outside the church.” I stopped the recording and looked up. They looked at my crew. They all began to look nervous. “Alright. We are going to all be up on high alert in teams of two. DO NOT lose your battle buddy and don’t be a blue falcon.” The entire team seemed relieved.
Tom looked like he was about to act tough. “Whatever. You guys are acting like babies. Let’s just get this shit over with.”
“Steve and Tom, cover the RV cameras and keep us appraised. Pat you are with me. This is an unusual set of circumstances so, side arm up and knives in pockets.” I said picking up my vest off the chair.
“Yup, guns are going to kill ghosts. That’s something everyone knows.” Tom said sarcastically.
“You believe in ghosts now?!” I said laughing at Toms idiotic thoughts. “We don’t know what we are dealing with and I’m not taking any chances. If it’s Hooligans or Gangs we will have protection. Besides everyone feels safer with a gun.” I walked in with Pat to the church.
Tom threw his gun in his locker. “Fuck this! I’m going to the pisser” Tom headed in the church after Pat and I were out of sight.
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