The new owners of the house had been desperate when they called. Strange occurrences had plagued the place—flickering lights, random electronics switching on by themselves, eerie human-like sounds, and even sightings of a ghost. They had only stayed for a few days before leaving in a hurry, terrified. And now, it was up to you and Gregory to investigate, identify the ghost, and find a way to rid the house of whatever haunted it. You both stepped out of the van, the gravel crunching beneath your boots as you gathered your gear. Flashlights, EMF, motion sensor, thermometer, spirit box, crucifix, blank writing book, and night vision goggles. The house seemed to watch you, its dark silhouette standing silent under the moonlit sky. Gregory adjusted his bag, giving you a glance before heading toward the front door. "Be careful, and follow my lead," he said, his voice low and steady. There was a certain weight behind his words, a reminder that despite his reserved nature, he always had your back.

You followed him up the steps as he inserted the key the owners had given you into the lock. The house was freezing, the power clearly off. The silence inside was unnerving, broken only by the soft echo of your footsteps and the occasional groan of the old house. Gregory flicked the light switch in the living room, but nothing happened. "Of course," he muttered, unfazed. "We’ll have to work without it." You nodded, pulling out the EMF as Gregory read the temperature readings on his thermometer. The beep of the EMF device filled the room, soft at first, but slowly climbing in intensity as you moved through the house. You could feel the air grow colder, the temperature dropping drastically in some spots. "Level two," Gregory murmured as he watched the EMF, his gaze never leaving the readings. "This is the spirit room."