Ready to make Casper my bitch!

"I knew that I would be here to save the day!" -K

Just a few hours into our investigation and The Phantom Bandits already have things to report. We arrived at the Original Springs Hotel around 9:20 this evening. The exterior of the building is rustic to say the least and in the darkness of the night has an almost skeletal appearance to it. Walking in was a surreal experience unto itself. The air is charged with an almost tangible energy that makes it hard to breath and wearing a simple shirt and sweatshirt has one feeling over encombered. The walls seem to be leaning in on you and the furniture tends to follow them. With everything seeming to be sinking towards the middle of the room it is not a stretch to feel that you are being watched. Within minutes of our begining to unpack there was a young female giggle audible to both of us resonating from directly over my right shoulder. Koray heard a similar noise at the exact same moment situated near the bathroom. We finish unpacking, setup,and left an audio recorder behind to see if we couldn't catch any illustrious noises while we were out.

A minute and 44 seconds after we leave there is a sound captured that can only be described as being the rattling of the old door handle still left on the door after the replacement handles had been added for the new locks. Further analysis of the recording found nothing beyond the sounds of a distant vacume and unless we have a ghost with OCD I don't think that was ment for us.

In our second round theough the building koray and I spent an extended amount of time in the third floor corridor. This is the floor and wing that several employees refuse to go to. After some time we got the feeling that you get when standing between two people in an argument. At one end of the hall were sobs and the one near us were deep sighs of exasperation. The air was so thick at times it was as if you could swim through it which made the chill feeling that followed all the more intense. The air grew not freezing but decidedly cooler and at one point I felt the chill of a harsh stare run through me.

Interviews with the desk clerk came up empty handed as he seemed to not know much beyond how to level his level 14 dark elf in WOW.

The lights are out. The flash lights are on. The investigation continues.

On the hunt,
TPB

P.s. although most posts are a team effort on this blog we will sometimes blog individually to account for different perspective.