Johnathon was always a man infatuated with the paranormal and idiosyncratic. He'd explore 'haunted' houses, abandoned buildings and such. Did he use ghost boxes? EMF readers? Dowsing rods? Nope. He didn't believe in that. The science behind them could be easily explained, it was only there if you specifically manipulated yourself into thinking a being of other planes spoke to you. What he was interested in wasn't the irrational, but the inexplainable.

Today? He scoped out an old European castle that looked like it was erected in the 1900s. The gates were rusty and made for easy trespass. Johnathon put on his mask, having enough common sense to take safety precautions. The inside was dark and dusty. Walls were filled with cobwebs, old-paintings and other relics. After some wandering around, he came across a spacious room with a coffin in the center. "That's odd," He chuckled, approaching it. It was certainly beautiful. The black base had silver engravings along the edges and the top was painted, though that seemed to have erode and chip over the years.

Raising a playful hand, Johnathon knocked atop of the case 3 times. Then he'd tap common beats, having some fun with it.