A horde of writhing bodies powered on-warded by a combination of uncontrollable lust, heart breaking depression, and music as primal as those who danced to it. To top this off this seething pot of overwhelming urges was drowned in a seemingly never ending sea of booze. [color=0054a6][b][i]"Ahh bars never change."[/i][/b][/color] These words played through the figurative head of the astral being that floated unseen above the dancing crowd. The invisible specter that observed the crowd was no other than Johnny Doe, or Haunt depending on the company one kept. If one was able to get over the slight shock that a disembodied soul was indeed a real thing they may then ask the question why it would be interested in a shady nightclub such as this. Being dead as long as Johnny has tends to leave a certain longing for the usual sensations that life has to offer and from his decades upon decades of unlife Johnny has found that the best way to come close to these old sensations was through observation, tonight's sensation of choice just so happened to be the dark gratification that one could get from a less than reputable establishment such as this.

Well that was only part of the reason that Johnny was currently haunting this [i]fine[/i] establishment, work was part of it like it usually was when it came to Johnny. Johnny had been working a case for the past few days, a young girl was found dead and her body was mutilated. The cops wrote it off as an animal attack but those with the right know how would recognize that the manor of death for this unfortunate victim was in fact a sacrificial ritual. Through some superior spiritual sleuthing Johnny was able to find a lead that brought him here, it seemed that in someway shape or form that this bar housed a killer or killers that were trying to tape into some dark magic.