First hunt
A month, that's how long I have been in this new world, this place like no other. I left the motel and headed toward the north. Washington state to be exact. I was familiar with most towns and cities in the area.
But, the main reason I left to head over to Washington is that I was curious. I was reading the paper and looking at the news, and I saw an interesting story about Winthrop, some unusual deaths have accrued in the area my thoughts are it might be a supernatural occurrence thus the possibility of Winthrop being the location for my first hunt sounded plausible.
In the weeks leading up to this, I have been pouring over every book and website I could find that could help me learn about hunting, my thoughts on the matter are if I become a hunter eventually I will find something that can help bring me home.
Currently, I lay on my bed inside the motel room I procured in Winthrop when I arrived late last night. The weird deaths are in my opinion some type of spirit.
A man of thirty years old in age was stabbed to death when he was alone in a barber shop, the weapon was suspected to be clippers.
Another man was killed his throat slit. Again the weapon is suspected to be clippers.
Both times the victims were alone and close to the barbershop.
A shop that has been open for seventy years, my best guess is someone died in that shop and the spirit is now causing havoc.
Revenge maybe?
I'm going to act like a tourist, I figured a lot of hunters actually act like law enforcement but, for this town, a tourist would be better. It is a small town with only four hundred people, and quite a bit of tourist so, being around and asking some questions isn't suspicious.
On the other hand, walking around acting as if I was an FBI agent would look suspicious seeing as I don't fit the general description, I have huge muscles and long hair.
I got up from my bed and got dressed for the day, I wore just a casual outfit, it took me some time to find stuff in my size here.
Leaving my motel room I began to walk around the town, it is an old town that uses the old rustic feeling it exudes as a tourist attraction, it works splendidly seeing as a lot of people come here to visit.
The barber shop was only a five-minute walk from my motel, as I approached it I could already see the police and a small crowd of people.
I approached the crowd, mentally preparing my mind to switch into an easy-going tourist attitude.
"What happened here?" I asked the guy next to me
He turned to me and replied in a low voice, "a murder, the third one in two weeks,"
Another victim.
"Really? Is that common?" I asked in alarm
"No, this type of thing never happens here," the guy replied shaking his head
"Do they know who did it?" I asked sounding concerned
The guy leaned closer to me like he was sharing a secret, whispering he replied, "Last I heard they have some suspects nothing concrete though,"
"IM TELLIN YOU WHAT I SAW!" I voice broke us from our conversation
Looking over I spotted an older man yelling at a police officer, he seemed distressed, "what's up with that guy?" I asked the gentlemen next to me
Scoffing he replied, "that's Bernard, he has been living here forever, a little crazy if you ask me. Claims he saw a ghost kill, Tim,"
"A ghost!" I exclaimed in alarm
"He can't really believe in ghosts can he?" I asked lowering my tone
"He does, like I said crazy," he replied shaking his head in amusement
"Who was this 'ghost'" I asked amusement lacing my tone
"Don't know," he replied
"Well I'm going to tour around town, thanks for telling me," I said patting him on the shoulder
"No problem," he replied and walked off
I began to move away from the barbershop, I could definitely feel the feeling of the dead around the shop. And not the best body type of feeling, it was more of a lingering shadow of death.
I walked around town a little more, my next stop was the library. But before that, I spotted an ice cream shop and decided to go try some.
*ding* a bell chimed as I entered
"Welcome, what can I get for you?" the person at the front asked me
"Can I get a waffle cone double scoop, with rocky road, and cookie dough," I replied
The worker nodded, "Waffle cone, double scoop rocky road, and cookie dough coming right up, the total will be 5.65$,"
I handed him a ten, he gave me my change, and then made the ice cream. Taking the ice cream I left the shop.
*ding*
I began to walk toward the library whilst I enjoyed my ice cream, it was sunny out and an overall nice day.
I would say it is a perfect day for hunting.
-break-
I sat in my room after I got back from the library, I looked over several records and couldn't find anything about someone who died in the barbershop before this. There have been deaths in Winthrop but nothing outlandish or suspicious.
Sighing, I got up and decided to head to the bar, hopefully, the old man from before might know something.
I heard that's where he usually is. The bar wasn't too far away from the motel I was staying in, since Winthrop is a small town the motel is in a good spot for almost anything.
It took me about seven minutes to find the bar, walking in I spotted Bernard sitting at the drink-making area, he was raving about the ghost to the bartender.
Walking over I sat two seats away from him, the bartender looked over at me and asked, "what can I get for you?"
"Just a Heineken," I replied
He nodded and went over to grab me a beer, he didn't ID me, no surprise there I rarely ever get asked for it, even if he did I still have my old one from my home world.
"Here you go, call me over if you need anything," the bartender said putting a Heineken beer in front of me
Grabbing it I titled it toward him and replied, "thanks,"
"Frank, I'm telling you it was a ghost," Bernard said once the bartender came back to him
"Bernie, there was no ghost, you were probably drunk," Frank replied shaking his head
"I know what I saw!" Bernard yelled at him
"A ghost?" I asked looking over at Bernard
"Yes goddammit! I sew a ghost," he replied clearly annoyed at the unbelieving Frank
"Who was it?" I asked taking a sip of my drink
"Willy Grant," he replied moving over a seat to get closer to me
"Oh? Who's that," I asked in interest
"He used to work at that barbershop back in the day," Bernard replied taking a sip of his own drink
"What happened?" I asked while leaning in
"He was killed, by one of his co-workers," Bernard replied in a sad tone
"Really?" I asked surprised
"Yep, they even covered the whole thing up," Bernard replied gruffly
"Say, where was he buried?" I asked with a small smile
"Up in the old cemetery. Why?"
"Ah, no reason," I replied finishing off my drink
I left the bar and decided to head toward the old cemetery, I had all of the necessary tools in my room so I had to stop there first.
While walking from the bar I had to pass the barbershop, I saw a police officer keeping watch outside of it, then I felt it, the feeling of a shadow of death filled the air.
Behind the officer, a man appeared, he was white with a mustache, and his expression was one of profound anger.
Willy raised his arm, and a pair of clippers appeared in his hand, *whoosh!* he swung the clippers down *shcckk* a large gash appeared on the officer's shoulder
"Ahhhh!" the officer screamed in pain
I began to run forward, inside my pocket I took out a plastic ball filled with salt I made.
"Duck!" I yelled toward the officer
The officer's eyes widened he ducked whilst I threw the ball. The ball burst open in midair spraying salt everywhere.
The spirit disappeared.
"What the fuck was that!" the officer yelled at me
I walked over to him, "none of your business," I replied and quickly brought him into a chokehold
"Gahhh!" the officer tried to pry out of my grip but I was to strong.
I felt his body go limp in my arms, laying him down on the floor I began to make my way back to my motel room.
-break-
After getting all of my gear I headed toward the old graveyard, it was easy to find seeing as everything is walking distance from everywhere.
I began to search for the correct grave, it took me a while but I found it.
Thus I began my dig.
After constant shoveling, I finally reached the casket, prying it open I poured gas and salt over the bones, lighting a match I threw it in. *fwoom!* the bones began to burn.
I looked down at the burning grave and smiled.
My first hunt was complete.
-end-
A/N: not the most exciting hunt but, I think a ghost for the first hunt is a must.